The Fated Ones Were Separated by a Floor

When Song Shuhang chased after him out of the ward, the uncle had already disappeared.

He immediately searched every stairwell on the fifth floor as quickly as possible, but to no avail.

"Running away so fast? Where did it go in the blink of an eye?" Song Shuhang was annoyed. He had only briefly explained to Professor Renshui what happened when he encountered the uncle, and it had only been a few words...

Could this guy have run away from this 'liar' at top speed?

Damn it, there's a limit to misunderstanding people!

Song Shuhang finally sighed and headed up to the fourth floor... He could only look for that silly old man on his way out of the hospital. If he could find him, great; if not, so be it.

He didn't have time to search the entire building for an old man just for 150 yuan. That old man was mentally challenged; he couldn't very well go along with his foolishness, could he?

Just as Song Shuhang left the fifth floor, a figure leaped down from the ceiling in a dead corner of the fifth-floor corridor—it was that uncle! To avoid Song Shuhang, he was clinging to the ceiling of the corridor like Spider-Man, struggling to stay upright.

"Tch, a mere swindler thinks he can find me? Too naive!" The middle-aged man chuckled coldly, then continued pushing the patients through the wards one by one, according to their room numbers: 533, 534, 535!

"Young Su Clan, you can't escape my grasp! Even if I have to search the entire fifth floor, I will find you!" The uncle was full of confidence. He had a feeling that his luck was about to change today!

Before leaving home today, he specifically asked a fortune teller to perform a divination for him. The divination indicated that he would meet someone destined for him today!

A destined person? Hmph, besides that junior from the Su Clan, what kind of 'destined person' could he possibly meet in this godforsaken place?

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Shuhang browsed around the fourth floor but still didn't make any purchases.

Did they go up to the next floor?

Forget it, if we can't find it, so be it.

If I ever run into him again... I'll definitely rush over without hesitation, punch him, knock him to the ground, and subdue him! I won't let him utter a single word, nor will I give him a chance to escape, and then I'll explain things to him properly!

Even a high-ranking monk would get angry if he was misunderstood repeatedly!

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang clenched his fists, imagining the uncle was right in front of him. He gave a soft shout and forcefully punched the air twice, as if those punches could actually hit the uncle's face!

Then, he noticed that the pedestrians around him were staring at him strangely... If you were walking along and suddenly saw someone next to you making strange noises and repeatedly making fist-cracking gestures, you would also feel curious and stare at him.

Song Shuhang really wanted to cover his face.

That's so unfortunate!

He coughed twice forcefully, putting on a calm expression, and continued walking downstairs.

It seems like running into acquaintances is going to be popular these days.

As Song Shuhang approached the third-floor stairwell, he encountered a familiar face—a petite young woman with short hair and a pretty face. She was holding onto the handrail and limping down the stairs.

Isn't this the girl who, after being pinned against a wall, unleashed her full power and taught those delinquents a lesson in no time?

Perhaps sensing Shuhang's gaze, the girl turned her head sharply and met his eyes.

Song Shuhang scratched his head and could only manage a dry laugh, "Oh, what a coincidence, you're at the hospital too?"

He didn't really want to talk to the girl... because she was too aloof, and talking to her felt like he was offering his enthusiasm to someone who was actually being icy. But now that their eyes were locked, he couldn't ignore her, so he could only manage a Song Shuhang greeting.

The girl blinked, as if recalling something. After a moment, she nodded. "Oh, it's you."

"Haha, yeah, my sister dragged me here for a checkup. What about you, did you hurt your foot?" Song Shuhang noticed that the girl was holding onto the stair railing as she walked.

"Yes, I got a little injured," the girl replied, her eyes slightly darkening.

It's rare to find a girl who can communicate today!

"Then... do you need help? Do you live near Jiangnan University Town?" Song Shuhang's good-natured side kicked in again. The other person had injured her foot, and if she lived near Jiangnan University Town, it wouldn't be a problem for him to give her a ride.

"No need." The girl shook her head, then continued to hold onto the stair railing, stubbornly limping downstairs.

Seeing that she looked very tired, Song Shuhang thought for a moment and then followed behind her, suggesting, "Actually, this hospital has an elevator. If you injured your foot, you can take the elevator directly downstairs."

"..." The girl froze, clearly having overlooked the elevator. After being reminded by Song Shuhang, she felt a little embarrassed.

So she turned her head away, ignoring Song Shuhang, and quickened her pace downstairs.

Even if we can communicate today, this girl is still difficult to talk to, Song Shuhang sighed inwardly. Oh well, he's not the kind of pushover who insists on helping someone who doesn't want it.

"By the way, did you just come down from the fifth floor? Did you run into a middle-aged man dressed like an office worker, rushing around?" Song Shuhang asked casually.

The girl thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I didn't run into her."

"It looks like that uncle ran upstairs." Song Shuhang rubbed his temples—the way a fool thinks is truly unfathomable!

No, I don't want to think about that uncle anymore; just thinking about him makes my liver ache.

Let's go see the Medicine Master first!

He had previously promised the Medicine Master that after dealing with his sister Zhao Yaya's matter, he would help his senior continue experimenting with and improving the formula for the Body Tempering Liquid.

In addition, we need to find a place to eat.

Thanks to the Altar Master, he's been busy since noon and hasn't had a drop of water.

As he walked, thinking, Shuhang soon arrived at the first floor.

Although the girl was limping along the stairs while holding onto the railing, she was no slower than him in descending the stairs! He had barely reached the first floor when the girl followed closely behind him down the stairs.

Was it a strange sense of pride that made her not want to fall behind Shuhang?

However, after leaving the stair railing, the girl lost her footing and fell to one side.

Song Shuhang reacted quickly and reached out to support her.

"How about I help you to the hospital entrance and find a car to take you home?" Shuhang asked tentatively.

The girl sniffed, and after a long pause, she whispered two words: "Thank you."

Song Shuhang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're welcome."

After helping the short-haired girl leave the hospital, Song Shuhang originally intended to call her a taxi.

But when he got to the door, he was dumbfounded.

There are plenty of taxis, but they simply don't get a turn.

There were so many patients today that the taxis barely stopped before passengers got in and sped away again.

"How about we go a little further ahead? There's an intersection not far away; we should be able to hail a taxi there more easily," Song Shuhang suggested.

"Okay, sure," the short-haired girl replied weakly.

So, Song Shuhang helped him away from the hospital and headed towards the intersection not far from the hospital.

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At this time, on the fifth floor of Building 8B of the hospital.

The man took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, pushed open the last ward on the fifth floor—it was empty.

The confident middle-aged man... froze.

Have we lost them again?

Fortune tellers are all liars! Where's the destined person they promised? We haven't found any descendants of the Su Clan at all.

And that swindler he encountered today wasted so much of his time! If that swindler hadn't caused trouble, he might have already found the younger generation of the Su Clan!

Next time I run into that swindler, I definitely won't give him a chance to speak. I'll rush up and punch him, knocking him to the ground!

The uncle imagined the swindler was right in front of him, clenched his fist and punched the air twice, as if both punches were hitting Shuhang's face!

It's foreseeable that the next time Shuhang and the uncle meet, they'll rush up without saying a word and deliver a "Friendship Face-Breaking Fist" to each other's faces, aiming to knock the other unconscious!