Breaking Down the Door and a Sudden Turn
The nurse looked at Li Jun's face, which was trying to force a "peaceful" smile but only caused the Scar on his face to writhe and twitch like a live centipede. She felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her hands and feet instantly became cold and weak, making it difficult to even breathe.
Her throat was dry and tight; she swallowed with difficulty, the tiny sound clearly audible in the deathly silent corridor. Her voice, barely audible and trembling, was choked with sobs as she tried to hold onto her last line of defense.
"The hospital has regulations... the ICU can't be used casually..."
"Bang!"
Before she could finish speaking, the fierce-looking young thug next to her slammed his fist heavily onto the table in front of her! The loud noise made her shudder, and she swallowed the rest of her words.
The younger brother leaned down, almost touching her face, his eyes flashing with ferocity, his voice carrying an undisguised threat, growling slowly, word by word:
"Can't you hear what my older brother is saying?"
"Open the door!"
The chilling murderous intent mixed with the hot breath from his mouth and nose hit her face, and the young nurse's last psychological defense completely collapsed. Tears streamed down her face, and she walked out of the nurses' station trembling, her legs weak and almost unable to stand.
Under the watchful eyes of dozens of cold gazes, she trembled as she pulled a bunch of Key from her pocket. After several attempts, she finally aligned the keyhole on the heavy isolation door of the ICU with the key, and with a click, she turned the lock.
The door had just opened a crack, and she was about to take the opportunity to retreat to the side and escape from this group of thugs, when the young henchman reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist tightly!
"Ah!" the nurse exclaimed in surprise.
"Get in!" Without a word, the henchman roughly dragged her into the ICU ward. The other burly men in black stood silently outside the door, like black reefs, blocking the entrance and forming a barrier that inspired despair.
Only Li Jun and the Monkey pushing the empty wheelchair followed them inside.
Inside the ward, the faint hum of various medical instruments and the smell of disinfectant filled the air. Monkey immediately spotted his sister lying in the center of the bed, covered in tubes and wearing an oxygen mask, her face as pale as paper. The worry and anger of the night, and the shock of seeing this scene with his own eyes, instantly reddened his eyes and made his nose sting.
Li Jun didn't say anything, but patted his back hard, conveying a sense of support.
At this moment, the young man grabbed the terrified nurse and dragged her to the bedside, pointed with his chin at the unconscious Hou Xiaoya on the bed, and ordered:
"Take all the instruments apart!"
The young nurse looked at the ventilator, monitor, and IV pump connected to the bed—all life-sustaining equipment—and a struggle and hesitation crossed her face. "This... this won't work... the Patient is now..."
"I told you to take the equipment off! Did you hear me?!" The henchman's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder in the quiet ward, filled with impatience and hostility.
The young nurse was jolted awake by the shout. Seeing the man's fierce and menacing demeanor, as if he might attack at any moment, her survival instinct overwhelmed all professional ethics.
Without further hesitation, her hands trembling, she stepped forward to begin the procedure. First, she turned off the ventilator's alarm, then carefully removed the oxygen mask from Hou Xiaoya's face. Next, with slightly flustered but quick movements, she peeled off the monitoring electrodes attached to Xiaoya's chest and fingers one by one. Finally, she unplugged the indwelling needle from the back of her hand and pressed the needle hole firmly with a cotton swab.
As the various tubes were disconnected, the previously rhythmic waveforms and numbers on the monitor screen instantly turned into straight horizontal lines, emitting a piercing and continuous alarm. The sound echoed in the ward, sounding particularly eerie.
Seeing this, the Monkey immediately stepped forward, bent down, and gently lifted his sister's frail body from the hospital bed. The girl was so light that it broke his heart; she seemed to be nothing but bones. He carefully, as if holding the most precious porcelain in the world, placed her securely in the wheelchair that Li Jun had pushed over.
Meanwhile, in the administrative building of Ankang Hospital, in the office of the vice president.
The luxuriously decorated office was filled with the rich aroma of fine Pu'er tea. The vice president, who was about fifty years old, with his hair neatly combed and wearing gold-rimmed Glasses, was leisurely picking up a purple clay teapot, preparing to pour the first strong brew of tea into an exquisite white porcelain cup, intending to use this cup of tea to dispel the last trace of sleepiness in the morning and start a "busy" day of work.
Just then, a series of urgent, almost banging knocks came from outside the office door!
The vice dean frowned unhappily, and before he could say "Come in" in a deep voice, the heavy solid wood door to the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside!
The man who burst in was a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform, panting heavily, his face filled with panic.
Seeing the other party's erratic behavior—barging in without even knocking—the vice-dean frowned even more, inwardly furious. However, outwardly maintaining his leadership composure, he put down the teapot and asked in a measured tone, tinged with displeasure, "What is it? Why are you in such a panic? What kind of behavior is this?"
The security captain, disregarding formalities, said anxiously, "Dean, something terrible has happened! This morning, a group of people barged into the hospital! Dozens of them! They didn't look like good people at all; they looked like thugs and were causing trouble!"
Upon hearing this, the vice-dean picked up the freshly filled teacup, gently blew on it, took a small sip, and spoke in a calm, even slightly impatient tone. "Someone's causing trouble? Just call the police for something this trivial. What's the security team doing? Why are you looking for me?"
The security captain was sweating profusely and hurriedly added, "But the hospital director! They're not just causing trouble! They... they're trying to forcibly take the Patient away! It's... it's the Patient in bed 18 that Doctor Qin specifically told us to 'take special care of'!"
"Puff--!"
The vice dean suddenly spat out the mouthful of hot tea he had just taken a sip, splashing it all over the table!
He could no longer maintain his composure. He jumped up from the large leather executive chair, his face turning deathly pale, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed Glasses filled with horror and panic.
"What?! Bed 18?!" His voice changed, sharp and urgent. "Then what are you still standing here for?! Hurry! Hurry and get everyone there! Get everyone you can call! To the ICU! Stop them! Under no circumstances can they take him away!"
He pointed at the security captain's nose and roared fiercely:
"Hurry! Go now! If they get away, you're not coming back to see me!!"