Time slipped by. In a park in Hedong, Leping City, Lu Li wore casual clothes and carried a shoulder bag. He was listening to a few middle-aged women nearby chatting after dancing to "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend." They were taking a break.
One of them rubbed her lower back and waved her fan, wearing the look of someone with a whole lot of stories. "Ah, dancing's not so bad these days. Last year, I was laid up in the hospital, and not only did they fail to cure me, but my money went down the drain."
"Isn't that the truth? These days, one trip to the hospital is like getting skinned alive. You waste your money, and they still don't cure you." Another woman immediately chimed in. "That hospital's a mess. Didn't they kill someone before, and then the family kicked up a fuss?"
"I heard the patient wasn't supposed to eat chicken, but the family wouldn't listen and kept feeding him chicken soup until he died. Then they blamed the hospital?" A third woman, who seemed to know some of the details, chimed in.
"I heard the hospital deliberately used expensive medicine. The kind that doesn't go with chicken soup. The cheap stuff wouldn't have killed him, no matter how much chicken soup he drank! So the hospital was still greedy and got him killed." The first woman immediately fired back.
Just as the two women were about to start arguing, the first one pointed at a small truck slowly pulling up in the square and yelled, "Hey! This is where we dance! Why are you parking here?"
The other two instantly abandoned their argument and turned on the driver. They unleashed their Demonic Sound, cursing the young man from head to toe. He kept apologizing sheepishly, but