"I didn't lie to you, and right now I desperately need your help." Xu Huan repeated to Wu Ji what he had previously told Xue Se, only to be pulled away by his wife before he could finish.
"Xu Huan, what could you possibly have to say that you need to hide from me? I'm still alive, you know!" The woman wasn't angry; she simply found the scene before her absurd. That doctor's face looked like a corpse on the verge of rotting, yet her husband was standing so close to her. The looks she gave Xu Huan grew increasingly strange.
"Remove the patient's family member. I need quiet," Wu Ji said into the Communicator.
"Let's see who dares throw me out! He's my husband!" No sooner had Xu Huan's wife raised her voice than the waiting room door opened. Several caregivers forcibly dragged her away. Their eyes held no fear of the Human Rights Committee, only obedience to Doctor Wu Ji.
"Xu Huan! You're just going to stand there and watch? Xu Huan!"
The waiting room door closed, and Wu Ji spoke into the Communicator again. "Turn off surveillance and recording. Keep everyone away from the waiting room. This patient's condition is rather unusual."
"Yes, Doctor Wu Ji!"
Footsteps sounded as even the corridor outside the hospital ward was cleared. Doctor Wu Ji's standing within the Nurture Center was far higher than Xu Huan had imagined.
"You—you're doing this well for yourself?" Compared with Doctor Wu Ji, Xue Se seemed to have it rather rough.
"After all that buildup, can you tell me the answers to those three questions now?" Doctor Wu Ji's face was so frightening that it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or sad.
With no one else around, Xu Huan felt he could