A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital doesn't resemble a hospital.

It's more like a resort estate built for the wealthy.

In the aerial photograph, the white main building sits on the hillside.

The surrounding area is very green.

Artificial lake, therapeutic trails, sunroom, private care area, and detached health and wellness villas.

The hospital's exterior walls were so clean they were almost blinding.

Even the parking lot is divided into a regular area, a VIP area, and a special access area.

A gray-white stone tablet stands at the main entrance.

There is a line of text engraved on it.

Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital

There is another promotional slogan below.

[Continuing the quality of life, restarting the possibilities of life]

Chen Bufan stared at the aerial photograph for a long time without saying a word.

Lin Wanqing sat opposite him and handed him a document.

"This is public information."

"Chang Sheng Kang Yang Hospital was established five years ago."

"On the surface, it is a high-end private health resort."

"Our main services include elderly rehabilitation, cancer rehabilitation, postoperative recovery, end-of-life care, and chronic disease management."

"The fees are very high."

"A standard single room starts at 200,000 yuan per month."

"A detached health and wellness villa costs over one million per month."

Chen Bufan opened the documents.

The photos in the brochure are very heartwarming.

An old man sat by the lake, basking in the sun.

The nurse pushed the wheelchair, her smile professional.

The doctor, wearing a white coat, bowed his head and communicated with the patient's family.

A rehabilitation therapist accompanies a patient during training.

The nutritionist is serving a customized meal.

Every photo is very clean.

So clean it's unreal.

Lin Wanqing continued:

"It primarily serves the wealthy, celebrities, seriously ill entrepreneurs, retired elites, and some people who are not comfortable with being hospitalized publicly."

"Many people don't register using their real names."

"It's a private healthcare agreement."

"Data is not entered into the regular system."

Chen Bufan sighed.

"When rich people get sick, even their medical records are more valuable than those of ordinary people."

Lin Wanqing did not refute.

She pushed another page of information over.

"What really brought it to our attention was a missing person case three months ago."

Chen Bufan looked down.

The missing person's name is Zhou Dahai.

Male, 62 years old.

No fixed address.

He has been collecting recyclables in the vicinity of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital for a long time.

The last time he was seen before he disappeared was in the surveillance footage of a convenience store outside the back gate of the hospital.

They never appeared again.

Chen Bufan turned to the next page.

The second person.

Wang Sufen.

Female, 70 years old.

Lonely elderly people.

No children.

They live on welfare.

He spends most of his time collecting cardboard boxes for people in the neighborhood near the hospital.

The time between her disappearance and Zhou Dahai's disappearance was twenty-seven days.

Next page.

Liu Xiaojun.

Male, nine years old.

Seriously ill children.

He has congenital heart disease and comes from a poor family.

He once received assistance from the Changsheng Foundation.

They went missing from the cooperative resettlement site during treatment.

Chen Bufan's fingers stopped.

He looked up.

"child?"

"right."

"This child is the most glaring example."

"The Changsheng Foundation has publicly funded him."

"It has been reported in the media."

"Later, the foundation announced that he had been transferred to another location for treatment due to the worsening of his condition."

"But we checked the transfer records."

"no."

Where are they?

"Missing".

Lin Wanqing said:

"His mother is in poor mental health, and his father passed away early."

"None of the relatives pursued the matter."

"The foundation provided a subsidy."

"The matter was then suppressed."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Chen Bufan continued scrolling down.

Files of missing persons.

tramp.

Lonely elderly people.

Low-income households.

People with mental disorders.

Seriously ill children.

The commonalities are obvious.

weak.

No one is there to support them.

Even if something dies, is lost, or disappears, it's hard for it to cause a stir.

Lin Wanqing spoke:

"In the past two years, at least thirteen people have been reported missing in the vicinity of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital."

"This is only what we can find."

"If we include migrant workers who did not report the incidents, the number could be even higher."

Chen Bufan asked:

"Where's the body?"

"no."

"What about the surveillance footage?"

"There are many breakpoints."

Lin Wanqing pointed to the map in the document.

"The last places these people were last seen were mostly near the back gate of the hospital, the garbage collection passage, the perimeter of the health and wellness villa area, and the foundation's relief station."

"Every time we monitor a critical node, it's either broken, obscured, or simply not covered."

Chen Bufan looked at the red dot on the map.

These points appear to be scattered.

However, from the perspective of numerology and feng shui, everything forms a ring around the main hospital building.

Like firewood.

They were slowly carried into the white building in the middle.

Lin Wanqing said:

"Police suspect there are problems with the hospital."

"But there is no direct evidence."

There were no bodies.

There were no witnesses.

"There was no complete surveillance."

"No hospital staff have identified the source."

"The hospital was also very clean."

Chen Bufan turned to the page with the death record.

Deaths occurring inside Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital.

Each case, viewed in isolation, can be explained.

Late-stage cancer.

Organ failure.

Multiple diseases coexist.

Complications in the elderly.

Postoperative infection.

Heart failure.

respiratory failure.

Everything is consistent with medical logic.

Looking at the time of death, Chen Bufan quickly sorted out his thoughts.

"Who recovered after these ordinary patients died?"

Lin Wanqing handed over another form.

"Corresponding timetable."

"This is something we do internally; it's not for external distribution."

"Therefore, only external consultants can view it."

Chen Bufan accepted it.

The left side of the table lists the deceased patients.

On the right are high-net-worth clients whose conditions suddenly improved during the same period.

Three hours after the death of an elderly person living alone, the vital signs of a wealthy businessman with terminal liver cancer suddenly stabilized.

The day after the death of an elderly, disabled man with no relatives, a businessman suffering from heart failure regained consciousness.

A week after a critically ill child went missing, a patient with a rare blood disorder showed abnormal improvement in test results.

There was also a retired high-ranking official who was nearly 90 years old and was critically ill three times, but miraculously recovered each time.

Before and after each recovery, an ordinary patient dies in the hospital, or a vulnerable person goes missing near the hospital.

After reading it, Chen Bufan closed the document.

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"Medically, this can be explained as a coincidence."

Chen Bufan said:

"It was a coincidence once."

"Both times are abnormal."

"If it happens more than three times, it's intentional."

Lin Wanqing nodded.

"That's our assessment too."

"But the problem is, we have no evidence to prove a causal relationship between these deaths and improvements."

"Doctors would say that the condition of critically ill patients naturally fluctuates greatly."

"The hospital will say that they have medical records for every death."

"The lawyer would say that the police cannot suspect a hospital of murder just because it treats a large number of critically ill patients."

"They know the rules very well."

"right."

Lin Wanqing said:

"This is where we need you."

Chen Bufan picked up the aerial photographs again.

This time, he didn't look at the hospital's advertisements.

Instead, look at the building layout.

The main building faces south.

The artificial lake is in front.

The health and wellness villas are arranged on both sides.

There are mountains behind us.

At the foot of the mountain, there is an internal passage hidden by trees.

From aerial photos, the roads surrounding the hospital look like three curved lines that eventually converge behind the hospital.

A white life mark faintly appeared in Chen Bufan's eyes.

After the second layer of the "Destiny Record" was unlocked, he found that he could see deeper and more detailed things.

But each backlash was severe.

He does not intend to use the "Destiny Record" for judgment at present.

It's just looking at it from a regular feng shui perspective.

Even so, I could still tell something was wrong.

The layout of this hospital doesn't resemble that of a nursing home.

Like a stove.

The main building is the furnace.

The artificial lake is the water outlet.

The back of the mountain is the back of the furnace.

The villa areas on both sides form a wind tunnel.

The locations of those missing persons and deaths were like kindling being sent into the furnace.

The VIP area, where high-net-worth clients reside, is located directly above the furnace opening.

Chen Bufan placed the aerial photograph on the table.

"This is not a hospital."

Lin Wanqing immediately asked:

"What is it?"

Chen Bufan looked at the white main building on the map.

"Longevity incense burner".

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"A longevity incense burner?"

"Using other people's lives as firewood."

"Keep the fire going for the people inside."

Chen Bufan pointed to the main building, the lake, the back mountain, and the villa area.

"This main building wasn't built haphazardly."

"With water in front and mountains behind, it seems to be a place where wind can be sheltered and energy can be gathered."

"In fact, it gathers the remaining lifespans of those scattered around it into the center."

"The person staying in the regular ward is Chai."

"Those who live in the VIP area are destined to be kept on the stove."

Lin Wanqing was stunned.

"So those who have gone missing..."

"It's possible that not all of them went to the hospital."

Chen Bufan said.

"But their lives were consumed by this scheme."

Lin Wanqing remained silent for a few seconds.

"Can it be broken?"

Chen Bufan thought for a moment and said:

"able."

"But first we need to know where the key point of the formation is."

Lin Wanqing pulled out a diagram of the hospital's internal structure.

"This is the version we could get."

"The underground space is incomplete."

"The hospital claims that the underground area only contains a parking lot, equipment room, medicine warehouse, and medical waste disposal area."

Chen Bufan glanced at it.

"One piece is missing."

Lin Wanqing's eyes flickered.

"where?"

Chen Bufan pointed directly below the main building.

"here."

"The image is blank."

"Judging from the terrain, there must be space here."

Lin Wanqing immediately took out a pen and circled the location on the map.

"The third basement level?"

"Or even deeper."

Chen Bufan said.

"In a formation like the longevity furnace, the key element of the array wouldn't be placed on the ground."

"Too easily visible."

Lin Wanqing whispered:

"The hospital is underground."

"Um."

Chen Bufan flipped to the list of hospital management personnel.

The dean's photo is on the first page.

The man was in his fifties.

Her hair was neatly combed.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

His smile was gentle.

Name: Gu Huai'an.

Position: Director of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital.

Her resume is so impressive it's almost perfect.

Overseas medical doctor.

Cancer rehabilitation expert.

Vice President of the High-end Health and Wellness Industry Association.

Medical consultants in collaboration with multiple charitable foundations.

Director of the Changsheng Foundation.

Chen Bufan's gaze lingered on the last line.

Director of the Changsheng Foundation.

Lin Wanqing said:

"Gu Huai'an, the hospital's president."

"On the surface, he's a doctor."

"In fact, he has a very close relationship with the Changsheng Foundation."

"Lu Changsheng has appeared in public events more than once."

Chen Bufan looked at Gu Huai'an's photo.

The man in the photo has a gentle smile.

Unlike Lu Changsheng's gentle nature.

Gu Huai'an is more like a professional who understands medicine, charity, and the needs of the powerful and wealthy.

But Chen Bufan only felt it was hypocritical at first glance.

Doctors save lives.

This person might be performing longevity rituals for the wealthy.

Lin Wanqing continued:

"Tonight, Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital is hosting a closed-door charity dinner."

The theme is quality of life and long-term health care.

"The participants were mostly wealthy individuals, celebrities, medical investors, and members of the Changsheng Foundation."

Chen Bufan looked up.

"Is Lu Changsheng going?"

Lin Wanqing shook her head.

"He's not on the list."

Chen Bufan thought about it and agreed.

"Of course he's not on the list."

Lin Wanqing placed a temporary ID on the table.

"You are now an external consultant for the special task force."

"You rest first, no rush. The plan is for tomorrow afternoon. I'll make the preparations; we can enter the hospital under the guise of investigating unusual deaths."

Chen Bufan picked up the documents.

His name is on it.

Chen Bufan.

External consultants for the joint investigation team for special cases.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then put it in his pocket.

"Does Gu Huai'an know we're going?"

"Know."

Lin Wanqing said.

"The hospital was very cooperative."

"They said they were willing to be investigated."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"The more cooperative they are, the better they hide the item."

Lin Wanqing stood up.

"So be careful."

Chen Bufan picked up the "Record of Destiny" and the old copper coins.

"Not being careful."

He folded the aerial photographs and put them into a document bag.

"It depends on how hot they get the stove."

The following evening.

The Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital was brightly lit.

The white main building shone with a warm light on the mountainside.

From a distance, it looks like a beacon that saves lives.

At the main entrance, security personnel were dressed in neat uniforms.

One limousine after another drove in.

The wealthy, celebrities, doctors, and investors entered the main building one after another.

The theme of the charity gala was scrolling across the electronic screen.

[Continuing the quality of life, restarting the possibilities of life]

Chen Bufan sat in the car, looking at the line of text.

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Are you ready?"

Chen Bufan got out of the car.

No need to prepare.

"The stove is on fire."

"Go in and see just how many lives have been lost inside."