Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 71 The Unyielding Smith

Inside the hospital.

On the pristine white hospital bed.

Smith, who had already been changed into a hospital gown, lay there quietly with his eyes closed, looking as if he were asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, his previously peaceful expression suddenly contorted into a ferocious twitch.

Then the next moment.

After a series of rapid, labored breaths that seemed to burst his lungs, Smith, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly sat up.

His eyes were wide open as he clutched his chest tightly.

It was as if they were still immersed in the suffocation they had experienced from their previous injury.

The quiet ward was filled with his rapid breathing, which gradually subsided after a while.

At this moment, the phantom pain before he lost consciousness slowly dissipated, and he noticed that the place he was in had changed.

He looked up in a panic and glanced around.

The next moment, he noticed the other people standing in the ward.

There were some vampires I'd seen before, dressed in black.

They were scattered around the doors and corners, seemingly acting as some kind of guards.

There were also several doctors and nurses in white coats standing not far from the hospital bed. Judging from their pupils, they did not appear to be vampires but ordinary people.

But they all bowed their heads slightly, paying their respects to the two people in the center of the room.

This unexpected discovery made his pupils shrink; in America, being a doctor is no ordinary profession.

It's now clear that this ward, this department, and even this hospital building are being secretly controlled by vampires, which is truly terrifying.

Just as his thoughts were drifting further and further away, two people, protected by several black-clad vampires, stepped forward.

With his view unobstructed, Smith noticed the two men's different clothing and, considering the way they were being protected, assumed they were the leaders.

As the distance closed, his still somewhat confused mind, which had just awakened, cleared up a bit.

Suddenly, he realized that the old man with white hair and a white beard looked very familiar.

It was the vampire leader he had met briefly at the previous banquet.

At this moment, the other party deliberately lagged behind by half a step, bowing his head and appearing humble.

A word popped into Smith's mind.

"Big shot!"

He quickly suppressed his excitement, still vividly remembering the kick the old vampire had given him.

If someone can make the other party adopt this posture, then how powerful must the person walking in front of them be?
Thinking quickly, he lowered his head and began to glance at the approaching figure out of the corner of his eye.

But then they started to worry whether their actions would be seen as rude or offensive.

Helplessly, I could only block their line of sight to avoid making eye contact with them.

In sight, all that could be seen was a pair of legs in high heels swaying back and forth, along with an elaborately decorated, luxurious long dress that undulated like waves.

Clearly, this is a woman of high status and elegance.

All that came into view, whether it was skin, shoes, or long skirts, was pure white.

Recalling the fleeting glimpse I had just seen, it seemed that the person was entirely white.

Perhaps it was some kind of ancient ritual or a symbol of status?
Thinking about all this, Smith kept it in mind, thinking that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would look for information in ancient books.

Perhaps this will give us some insight, and make it easier to cater to their preferences later.

He has always been someone who doesn't mind flattery. In Smith's eyes, face and status are given by strength, not something you can get by starving to death with your head held high.

However, given that it's the first meeting and you know nothing about the other person's personality or likes and dislikes, it's best to remain humble and silent, at least to avoid making mistakes.

In many stories, this ancient and powerful supernatural being is portrayed as having an unusually eccentric temperament.

There are many legends that tell of an entire city being cursed because of a farmer's disrespect.

Although it is difficult to determine whether the legend is true or false.

But then I thought of my great-grandfather, who lived to 98 through various scientific experiments.

The other person's temper, which was even smellier than a drunkard's socks, might not be entirely unfounded, according to the legends. Thinking this, the two people opposite had already reached the foot of the bed.

Then, a clear, cold female voice came over.

“Mr. Harold Smith, right? How are you feeling as a vampire?”

Upon hearing the contents of the other person's words, Smith was taken aback.

Then, as if realizing what had happened, he placed his hand on his chest again.

After a few moments of silence, he lowered his hand and slowly clenched his fist in front of him, examining it closely.

Looking at his arms, which had become much whiter, and his fingernails, which had turned slightly bluish, he finally believed it.

I... became a vampire? No, no, I'm a noble vampire!
When I first woke up, I was so focused on feeling unwell that I didn't realize the changes in my body at all.

After some trial and error, I realized that my heart had stopped beating. I tried holding my breath, but I didn't feel any discomfort.

At that moment, a tremendous sense of surprise filled my heart.

He succeeded! He successfully joined the massive vampire clan!

If Smith hadn't still retained a shred of reason, he probably would have jumped up.

But even so.

Looking at the man on the hospital bed, whose expression was changing and who was grinning foolishly, just like last night, old Eric had a headache.

He could only resign himself to his fate and speak.

"...I apologize, Holy Maiden, there were some problems with my actions last night. This person might be too timid..."

As he spoke, under Ang Lee's questioning gaze, he pointed to the wise-looking Smith on the bed, then pointed to his own head, and finally shook his head with a regretful expression.

After watching the set of movements, Ang Lee paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly.

He then waved his hand, giving his capable subordinate an encouraging look to indicate that everything was alright.

When her gaze returned to the direction of the hospital bed, all the impatience she had felt from not receiving a response for so long vanished.

All that remained in his eyes was pure helplessness and pity.

Ang Lee subconsciously softened his tone, calling out in a tentative manner, wanting to see if they could communicate.

"...Mr. Smith?"

The expected lack of reaction did not occur.

Upon hearing this call, Smith suddenly brandished his knife.

next moment.

He straightened up abruptly, looking at the girl in white before him with an unusually fervent and determined gaze.

"Yes, sir! From now on, Smith will be your most loyal hound and most obedient servant! Please give me your orders!"

His resolute and unyielding speech took the two people in front of him by surprise.

Some looked at each other, somewhat bewildered, and could only conclude that this person's stupidity wasn't that serious, and that it was probably intermittent.

Although it seems unreliable, there's only one highest-ranking official in the city, and some operations really can only be carried out by him.

Otherwise, using other methods would only create more trouble.

Having figured these things out, Ang Lee let out a breath and thought to himself.

So what if he's a bit of a fool? At least for now, he seems like a very obedient subordinate.

Having already made up my mind, I didn't hesitate any longer.

He straightened his expression and gave the order in a serious tone.

“At last night’s gathering, some people refused to accept our recruitment and have now been added to the blood bank.”

"Someone will give you the list later. My order is to use your power and resources to make their disappearance seem justifiable, understand?"

Ang Lee tries his best to make his words simple and easy to understand, so that the person in bed won't misunderstand him.

The result seemed to be good. After hearing the task, Smith lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head with a confident smile.

"No problem, sir! I will do my best!"

(End of this chapter)