Ninth class citizen

Chapter 91 Blame My Good Memory
The black hovercraft landed silently into the Hexi Province Genetic Disease Hospital.

"Should we notify Hao Guan?" Ying Shi asked.

"No need." Nan Rong entered the hospital's information network and took a look, then took the lead and walked out of the cabin.

Four guards followed her to Inpatient Building No. 5.

This building was newly built last year. Both its environment and conditions are much better than the other four inpatient buildings. It is generally not open to receive ordinary patients.

The 215 patients included in the rescue list in cooperation with the Advanced Star Gene Research Institute are currently living here.

Each patient has a single room, and everything from the facilities to the bedding is brand new. The patients wear brand new hospital gowns and receive warm and attentive service from the nurses. It looks as harmonious as it can be.

"Room 215, Xie Xiaohei." Nan Rong read the words on the nameplate and pushed the door open.

The boy was writing and drawing on the virtual screen. When he saw Nan Rong coming in, he showed a puzzled expression.

However, the middle-aged man sitting on the side who was peeling a natural snake fruit reacted faster. He put down what he was holding and came over with a smile on his face: "Who are you?"

"This is Assistant Nan." Ying Shi, who followed Nan Rong in, introduced, "He is in charge of this genetic cooperation rescue."

“Oh, oh!” The middle-aged man stood up, rubbed his hands stiffly on his clothes for a few times, and excitedly stretched out his hand to Nan Rong: “I’ve heard a lot about you, nice to meet you!”

Nan Rong looked at the half-peeled natural snake fruit on the table, then looked at the boy who was also smiling brightly, and his expression faded.

She had no intention of extending her hand, and the middle-aged man did not force her, still acting quite enthusiastic: "You came with medicine this time, right? Shall we start using the medicine now?"

"That's not a rush." Nan Rong once again checked the hospital's information network and compared it with the holographic portrait recorded by Xie Xiaohei and the number plate on the hospital gown. There was nothing wrong with anything.

No matter how you search the hospital's information network, including the photos on the previous examination report, it shows that the quiet boy in front of you is Xie Xiaohei himself.

Nan Rong sighed.

"Xie Xiaohei?" she called out, "12 years and two months old, a Class F ninth-class citizen."

"Yes, it's me." The boy nodded seriously.

"Then you are Xie Dalin, Xie Xiaohei's father." Nan Rong turned to look at the middle-aged man: "You have no job and have been living on the F-level minimum living allowance for many years."

The middle-aged man's smile faltered, but he responded without hesitation: "Yes, Assistant Nan, you are right. I have verified my identity. Can I use the medicine now?"

"What's the hurry?" Nan Rong walked slowly to the table, picked up the knife used to peel fruit, played with it for a while, and the coldness on his face became even stronger.

The blade is made of a silver alloy, and the handle is made of expensive green Titian wood. Even such a small piece is worth thousands of koens.

"When will an F-class ninth-class citizen be able to afford such a good knife and eat natural snake pearl fruit that costs hundreds of corns each?"

"Don't get me wrong, we really can't afford it." The middle-aged man tried to remain calm:
"But the snake pearl fruit was given by Dean Hao, who said it was to strengthen the child's physique. The knife was also borrowed from the doctor. How could we afford such a good thing?"

"That doesn't sound like a problem." Nan Rong said, "But the shirt you're wearing, if I'm not mistaken, is made of the kind of nanofiber fabric that's good for keeping warm and cold? It's not cheap on the market. Was it also lent to you by the doctor?"

"Well, well." The middle-aged man was sweating anxiously, but he finally found a reason: "It's a childhood friend of mine. He had awakened his extraordinary abilities a long time ago and had been working outside for a while. He came back a while ago and came to see me. He gave me a lot of things, including this dress."

"Okay." Nan Rong raised his eyebrows slightly: "So you are unwilling to admit no matter what, this child who has no disease is not Xie Xiaohei." "What are you talking about?" The anxiety on the middle-aged man's face flashed away, and was replaced by a look of confusion.

"I'm Xie Xiaohei!" The boy also slowly climbed down from the bed, panting and saying, "I'm really Xie Xiaohei. I have a congenital blood disease that can only be treated with gene optimizers."

“Pa pa pa!” Nan Rong clapped his hands.

"You acted really well." She said coldly, "What a pity! I saw the real Xie Xiaohei with my own eyes that day and I still remember what he looked like."

"You are not Xie Xiaohei." She said word by word, watching the expressions of the dramatic father and son slowly become stiff.

The door of the ward was pushed open at this moment. Hao Guan hurried in and looked at Nan Rong with a smile on his face:

"Hey, Assistant Nan! Why didn't you tell me when you came to deliver the medicine? Why did you go to the ward in person and take so much trouble?"

Seeing him coming, the father and son's body and demeanor obviously relaxed a lot.

Nan Rong watched it all, expressionless and silent.

Hao Guan seemed to be completely unaware of her indifference and was still full of enthusiasm:

"Although it's already late when I heard the news, no matter how tight the time is, we have to make arrangements for Assistant Nan! Come on, I have prepared the province's specialties, whitebait and fire crab. Let me tell you, winter is the time when fish and crabs are fresh and plump, and they taste amazing."

As he was talking, he reached out to put his arm around Nan Rong's shoulders, but Ying Shi stepped forward silently and pushed his arm away.

Ying Shi's movements seemed ordinary, but in fact they were very powerful, and Hao Guan's entire right arm was numb from the shock.

But he could only pretend to be indifferent: "Assistant Nan, let them hand over the things. You should have seen that we have taken very good care of these patients. We are experts in medication, and we will definitely choose a time when the patient is in the best condition."

The secretary who followed Hao Guan closely immediately stepped forward and saluted, his eyes falling on the light green medicine container in Ying Shi's hand.

Nan Rong interrupted him coldly when he heard this.

"So Dean Hao is also an insider. He may even be the mastermind behind the scenes," she said.

Hao Guan blinked his eyes, his face full of confusion: "Assistant Nan, where did you get this from?"

Nan Rong ignored him and turned away, walking to each ward one by one according to the ward numbers provided on the hospital's intranet.

With each room he walked into, his expression became uglier.

Dean Hao caught up from behind. He had already learned from "Xie Xiaohei" and his son where the omission occurred, and he couldn't help but feel resentful.

How could someone remember the faces of more than 200 people after only watching it once?

Moreover, she saw thousands of patients that day, and these two hundred were only a small part of them.

Who is this person? If you find a problem, you can discuss it with him privately. Why do you want to bring something that can be solved quietly behind the scenes to the table?

Doing this would not only offend herself and the people behind her, but also create more trouble for Lady Melissa. What benefit would it bring to her?
She doesn't know how to adapt or compromise at all. How did she catch your eye?

(End of this chapter)