Artifact Report

Chapter 177 Jin Xueli: Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land
When Jin Xueli stopped abruptly, she was still a few steps away from Chai Si's ward.

The ward that suddenly went dark was at the front of the corridor on her right; on her left was a doctor's office.

The doctor who had just hurriedly left Chase's ward with a very unhappy look on his face was the one who walked across the corridor and into the doctor's office - this in itself was not surprising.

The strange thing was, when she rushed over she realized that the doctor hadn't gone in.

Jin Xueli slowly turned her head.

The doctor was still standing at the office door, his back to her, motionless, his hands hanging at his sides.

Looking over his shoulder into the room, he could only see half of a simply decorated office. He couldn't see what had suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

The guards and nurses downstairs seemed to be in the same stagnation...

Jin Xueli quickly glanced back and found that the love hunter was half standing up from his chair, his neck stretched out, staring at her from afar with a suspicious look on his face.

"What are you doing?" Jin Xueli couldn't help but ask her, and glanced at the doctor's back.

"Nothing," the Love Hunter didn't sit down and continued to look at her, "What are you doing?"

She just wanted to see if she was heading towards Morando, right?
There's no time to argue with her about this now.

Jin Xueli glanced at the doctor's back, and without saying a word, she walked quickly to the ward, pushed the door open and rushed in. After a brief blackout in front of her eyes, when it came back to light, she had already rushed into the room, and the door closed behind her with a "bang".

……what?

Jin Xueli blinked twice.

A ward is indeed a ward, and anyone who comes here must call it a ward.

But somehow, it was a little strange, as if it was completely different from the scene she expected to see - even if there was a Chinese slaughterhouse behind the door, she would not feel so strange.

The ward was larger than she'd imagined, with six beds, three on each side. Each bed was surrounded by a light blue curtain for privacy. In the far corner of the room, a small television hung on the ceiling. It was unwatched, its gray and silent state unnoticed.

The room was dim, with only two of the row of ceiling lights on.

Jin Xueli saw Chai Si at a glance - he was lying on the bed in the middle of the left side, still unconscious, but his chest was slightly rising and falling, at least he was not dead.

Besides him, there were two other people occupying the beds.

The patient on the bed opposite Chai Si was probably already asleep, as the curtain was drawn tightly; on the bed next to Chai Si, which was the bed farthest from the door, the curtain was half drawn, revealing a pair of pale bare feet at the foot of the bed.

It was so weird. Jin Xueli stared at the pair of feet, unable to get rid of the almost stubborn strange feeling in her heart.

Since it doesn't feel right, it's better to leave as soon as possible.

She didn't want to stay here any longer, so she walked over, grabbed Chai Si's arm, and pulled with all her strength - she pulled so hard that a sound came out of her throat, but she only pulled Chai Si's upper body to a 40-degree angle.

This was a problem Jin Xueli hadn't considered before entering: Chai Si was nearly two meters tall, with a body packed with lean muscle, and he must have weighed over two hundred pounds, unlike the skinny Wei Xilai. If he didn't walk on his own, would he need a tractor to tow him?

"Hey,"

She patted Chai Si's cheek, thinking of the experience he had gotten herself into at the Central Police Station. He hadn't held back at all, and every blow was crisp.

"Get up, don't sleep anymore, come with me. Hey, Chase! Are you reluctant to leave this——"

Jin Xueli raised her head quickly.

Yes—she had so much information packed into her head tonight that she hadn't thought of it the first time.

Isn't this a place where only the wealthy and powerful come to see a doctor? Why is there a whitelist system?

So... would people who are either rich or noble squeeze into this kind of six-person room when they are hospitalized?

It can't be that this hospital has prepared a six-person room specifically for people who can't afford the high cost, right?
No matter how I think about it, this explanation doesn't make sense.

"Hey, please wake up quickly,"

Jin Xueli lowered her voice and shook Chase harder. If he didn't wake up, she didn't even have the confidence to carry him to a wheelchair. "Something's not right here—"

"...little girl." She froze beside Chai Si's bed, still hunched over.

After a second, she realized that it was the patient next to her with bare feet who was talking to her. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and his voice was muddy and turbulent, and it sounded a bit uncomfortable. He was talking to the residents -

and many more.

Bullshit, no way?
She didn't jump off the building!

"Where do you want to take him?" asked the patient.

"Well... he can't afford the hospital bills," Jin Xueli said, her eyes scanning the ward, hoping to find more clues. "The hospital is kicking him out. I'm taking him home."

"You came just in time."

The patient behind the curtain said calmly, "I'm sick and can't move around easily. I need someone to help me."

As he spoke, the patient behind the curtain rustled and turned over. The pair of feet outside the curtain remained frozen, as white as if they were powdered, with their toes tilted to the left and right.

Can anyone turn over without moving their feet?
Jin Xueli stared at the feet without saying a word, and secretly pinched the inside of Chai Si's arm a few times.

"Little girl, you can't be so rude. I'm asking you for help, and you won't even answer me?"

"...W-What help? Are you really unable to move?"

"It's inconvenient for me. I'm a patient. Can you help me take him... well, who is he to you?"

Jin Xueli hesitated between giving up on Chai Si and leaving, and trying again, and chose the latter. "Cousin."

"Help me push your cousin's mouth open, okay?"

Jin Xueli was stunned. "What?"

"Open his mouth. Now."

The patient's patience behind the curtain seemed to be wearing thin bit by bit, and the sticky and churning feeling in his voice became heavier, as if he was planning to use his throat as a blade to stir out a cup of meat and worm juice.

Although she didn't know what means Morandao used, Jin Xueli no longer had any doubts at this point.

"Why?" She silently reached into her backpack, fumbling around, stalling for time with questions: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, why do I always have so many questions when I meet someone? Last time, that old lady kept asking me questions..."

The patient behind the curtain grumbled, but still told her: "There's something in your cousin's mouth that I find quite interesting. Push his mouth open for me so I can feel it... now."

The last two words suddenly sounded sharp, just like a wasp sting that suddenly pierced into the nerves; Jin Xueli's eyes blurred and she almost vomited on Chai Si.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't get excited."

She used her free hand to pinch Chase's cheeks and pry open his mouth. "Is this okay? And then? What do you want?"

"A small, pink thing."

The patient behind the curtain spoke slower, as if his tongue was slowly swelling in his mouth, soaking and stirring a mouthful of saliva like a pool of water.

"How can I describe it? There's nothing else to say... I just want it so badly, so badly, so badly. If anyone tries to stop me this time, I'm going to lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control."

Fuck you, Morando.

Jin Xueli's hand finally touched the heavy, cold handle. When she pulled it out of the backpack, the bed curtain was suddenly pulled open - a pair of feet were still lying on the bed, but in the front half, a tall, slender black shadow stood up against the ceiling.

　I know that if this title is placed in the apocalypse, it will be a very popular chapter. Hey, fly rubbing hands, has anyone been fooled by the confusion of time and space?

　　Speaking of which, when Doomsday ended, I went back to read the old chapters and was ashamed of the pacing in the early stages of Doomsday. There was no rhythm, no character development, and it was simple and crude, with the plot chugging along. How should I put it, I thought it was childish. There may be a little more nonsense now, but I am more comfortable with the pacing.

　　Today's chapter is very short because it seems like my sleep debt has caught up with me and I've been feeling drowsy and sleepy all day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)