Chapter 55: Meeting at the Hospital, Reaping What One Has Sown

A bodyguard in black, noticing him, slowly walked over. The parking lot at Cold City Hospital was small and under the watchful eyes of thousands of security guards, each assigned to a specific spot. Whether it was a vehicle or a person, any arrival would be noticed instantly.

“Mr. Hua, you’re here!”

Hua Tian recognized the man—it was the bodyguard who had given him a pickup truck last time. Wait, wasn’t he the car sales manager?

“Oh, it’s you! Mr. Sales Manager, working overtime again?”

“Yes, thanks to you! Come now, time to meet the boss lady.”

“Alright, OK, so y!”

Everyone wore thick, black winter coats, following behind the two. One man led, bare-chested, while the other was bundled up in heavy layers. In the distance, he saw her—a woman dressed warmly, eating breakfast as she waited and read, surrounded by a circle of people. Many of them were bodyguards he’d greeted before.

Han Qianyun spotted Hua Tian but said nothing, quickly finishing the last of her breakfast. Together, the group headed for the lobby.

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Cold City, Brow City, Dream City, and Illusion City—all had certain similarities: they were the cities closest to Hua Gang Village, encircling it.

Dream City was famous for its extreme temperature swings. Cold City was known for its perpetual chill, never warming up throughout the year. Brow City was legendary for its unending heat, never cooling down. Illusion City was recognized for its eternally mild, unchanging climate.

Cold City's natural refrigeration made it perfect for storage—no need for electrical cooling. Any company that dared sell cooling appliances would regret it the next day. Even the hospitals required no cooling equipment for sterilization; syringes were always cold, germs simply couldn’t survive.

Anything related to cold—Cold City had it all.

Brow City was ideal for hot drinks, no heating appliances necessary. Try to cool anything there, and it would be steaming the next day! There were no fire-breathing tools in homes, no such thing as ice water, and weapons forged there were hotter than lasers.

Anything related to heat—Brow City delivered.

Dream City had a death-defying streak; there was no need for coffins or shrouds—order one, and you’d be dead by the next day. People there never worried about tomorrow; mortality was not a concern, and those who survived the year weren’t quite human anymore.

Anything related to risk-taking—Dream City thrived on it.

Illusion City was the center of technological innovation; no need for gas-powered devices, conduct any experiment and you’d be thrilled with the results the next day. Schools there weren’t troubled by the weather, rain was unheard of, and people enjoyed robust health but weaker immunity.

Anything related to creation—Illusion City had everything imaginable.

So what made Hua Gang Village so special that all four cities vied for it? It was about to undergo a great transformation.

Brow City lay to the east, making the east side of Hua Gang Village hot. Cold City was to the north, rendering the north side frigid. Dream City was to the west, where a primeval forest stretched out. The south, at the village entrance, was a place of eternal temperance.

Nowhere else in the world was there such a bizarre region, so contrary to the norm. Their buildings and creations were both insulated and soundproof, able to withstand both heat and cold.

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Hua Tian entered the hospital waiting area and saw his mother anxiously looking around. He hurried to her side.

Seeing her son approach, his mother anxiously asked, “Tian’er, is what you said yesterday true? Do you really have enough money to pay for the treatment?”

Knowing what she meant, Hua Tian explained, “The money isn’t with me; it’s with Captain Han—my boss. She’s right behind me now.”

His mother looked in the direction he pointed, only to see a stunningly beautiful young woman, escorted by hundreds of black-clad bodyguards. The sight made her hands tremble with fear.

She worried her son had borrowed the money, and her trembling was from anxiety.

Han Qianyun noticed Hua Tian’s mother watching her. The woman was a large, robust villager, almost as tall as Han herself, but with far more muscle and weight. Han slowly approached and extended her fair, delicate hand.

“Hello, Auntie! I’m your son’s team captain in the gaming world. You can just call me Yun. Relax, there’s no need to be nervous. You all don’t have to stick so close—one or two are enough!”

“Alright,” said the professional bodyguard, stepping away to watch from a distance.

Hua Tian’s mother regarded the young woman. She’d been busy trying to borrow money these days, meeting many wealthy men and women, all of whom looked down on her at first. She assumed her son’s boss would be no different. When they learned she’d sold farmland, they always asked where it was, and when she told them it was back home, none were interested. Her anxiety only grew.

“Auntie, where’s Uncle? Which room is he in? Let’s get the surgery arranged right away.”

“Oh! Yes, this way.”

As she led the way, the hospital director of Cold City hurried over, squeezed past her, and stopped in front of Han Qianyun. Hua Tian’s mother overheard him say, “Miss, you’re here! Why didn’t you let me know? I would have come out to greet you myself!”

Hua Tian’s mother, confused by what was happening, glanced at her son, who gave her a look that clearly said, “Don’t say a word.”

After Han Qianyun explained her purpose, the director followed behind her, shocked to see a burly man walking beside the young miss. At the head of the group was the older, plump woman whom he saw almost daily. Not long ago, she’d demanded compensation from the hospital for her husband—he wasn’t sure for what, but it seemed serious. He’d been too busy at the time, and since the operation had succeeded, he hadn’t given it much more thought. The family had come to him many times, asking for reduced charges.

Approaching Uncle Tian’s recovery room, the conversation between Han Qianyun and Hua Tian’s mother startled the director.

“Yun, this is Uncle’s room. Son, aren’t you going in to see your father?”

“Uh, maybe not. I’ll wait until he’s recovered to talk to him.”

Han Qianyun noticed the director fidgeting and knew he was nervous.

What was going through the director’s mind: “Does this patient have any connection to the young miss? Why did no one tell me she was involved? She’s come to me several times, and I’d always given her the ‘who are you’ look. Why is this patient not in a better hospital?”

At that moment, two familiar faces appeared—people Hua Tian recognized.

“Director, what brings you here? The patient inside is scheduled for nutrient infusion today, and I’m here to—”

“What did you just say?!” Hua Tian roared in anger.

The associate chief was about to have the nurse administer an IV when he heard the outburst. Turning around, he recognized the man as the pickup truck guy from earlier, thinking this was about the previous incident.

“Oh, I was just saying today—” the associate chief began, but was abruptly cut off.

“Really? I heard you say, ‘The director is here, but we can’t cut back the nutrient infusion for that fat unlucky patient today, so we can’t save that ten thousand yuan. Damn these people!’”

The associate chief was momentarily stunned. Though he often feared being reported for his misconduct, no one had ever confronted him so directly.

As he tried to defend himself, another voice rang out.

“Oh? So you do this all the time, do you?”

Seeing Hua Tian roll up his sleeves, the crowd prepared for a fight.

Suddenly, the associate chief remembered what a nurse had said that morning—something about Hua Tian being able to hear people’s thoughts. If that was true, he was in trouble.

“Oh, so that girl who helped you this morning was your accomplice? And the nurse inside—is she in on this too? You, a deputy chief, have been faking accidents? You’ve done this quite a few times, haven't you? Every morning?”

Those nearby, except the associate chief and the nurse, were baffled by Hua Tian’s words. Only those who had come with him and shared jokes with the young miss dared not interrupt.

But as they watched the associate chief and nurse’s expressions subtly shift, they realized there might be some truth to his accusations.

“Director, is he a mental patient who escaped from our psych ward? Spouting nonsense here! Did any of you hear me say what he claims?”

After the associate chief spoke, he noticed no one dared answer—strange indeed.

“The three of us just came in from outside. You say you escaped from the mental hospital? Are you out of your mind? You’re the one who’s sick—seriously sick!”

Han Qianyun saw the little black dragon whispering in Hua Tian’s ear and, overhearing, leaned in to ask softly, “Hua Tian, what happened to you this morning? What did you mean by what you just said?”

“This morning? They tried to set me up. As for whether what I said is true, the dragon told me. It can hear people’s thoughts—you’ve experienced its tricks before, haven’t you?”

Han Qianyun was surprised; she had known the dragon could read minds when feeding it for twenty days, but she hadn’t realized it could do so in the real world too.

“You two, keep an eye on them. If they try to run, break their legs—no need to be polite. Understood?”

The two bodyguards immediately sent an urgent message on their work devices. In less than a minute, three hundred security guards arrived. The associate chief, seeing this force, tried to flee, only to be met with a punch from Hua Tian’s mother that sent him flying into the wall. She had long harbored suspicions—after nearly a million yuan spent, her husband still hadn’t improved.

[The family land had started to yield crops, and Hua Tian’s monthly salary of sixty thousand had been their only source of income for half a year.]

The others watched as the formidable woman finished the job, feeling a chill—her punch alone was enough to make them wince.

They seized the collapsed associate chief, grabbing his hand. The nurse meekly came over, and any resistance earned her another blow—cries of pain ensued.

The director was stunned at first, but after a glare from Han Qianyun, he promptly summoned the specialists to check the patient’s indicators.

Within half an hour, after the examination, Uncle Hua received special care from Han Qianyun, with only the best global brands of supplements provided.

At first, Uncle Tian didn’t know who the young woman was, but seeing his son smile at him upon entering, he assumed she was his girlfriend. The look of fatherly pride made him accept everything she gave him without resistance.

Meanwhile, the little black dragon’s comments left everyone speechless.

Soon after—

“Director, we have the test results!”

“All indicators are about ten points below normal. While not fatal, discharge is nearly impossible. He was already severely ill and hospitalized after that incident. If it hadn’t been for his incredible willpower, we couldn’t have saved him. Now, he looks perfectly healthy, but without the data, we’d never believe it. For ordinary people, these numbers would make leaving the hospital impossible. He might try, but it’ll be tough.”

The director now understood—the associate chief had been stealing through his position. If patients were discharged, more trouble would follow. For every patient, he kept their indicators three points below normal; for this group, more than five points. This case was the worst—ten points below the average healthy person, yet the patient looked vigorous.

The associate chief tried to protest, but the woman spoke first.

“All indicators down by ten points—abusing your position, are you? Strip him of eleven points on every metric, and never let him treat any patient again!”

The associate chief was enraged, his mouth filling with broken teeth.

“Who the hell are you, woman? You won’t let me treat patients? Ha! You’re full of crap!”

No sooner had he cursed than the black-clad bodyguards descended on him, beating him mercilessly—how dare he insult the revered young miss, on whom their livelihoods depended.

At that moment, Han Qianyun abruptly commanded, “Stop! No, you misunderstand. It’s not that you can’t treat others—it’s that you’ve been kicked out of the hospital. From now on, no hospital will take you, no matter how you beg. Even if you want to treat others, no institution will hire you.”

“Young miss, understood. I’ll immediately update all his professional certifications and treatment cards, making the changes irreversible, with Han Group’s disciplinary actions and his offenses recorded. I’ll send over the other patients’ results as well!”

The associate chief, about to retort, heard the director address Han Qianyun as “young miss” and suddenly recalled what the former deputy chief had once said: the director worked for Han Group. In this region, except for the northern cities run by the wealthy, the Han Group controlled over ninety percent of southern industries—including this hospital.

If she was called “young miss,” could she be an executive of the Han Group?

He was finished.