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

When the doors of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital opened, a faint fragrance wafted out.

It doesn't smell like disinfectant.

It has a woody scent.

It has a hint of white tea fragrance, which is often used in high-end hotels.

The hall has a high ceiling, which is over ten meters high.

The crystal chandelier hung down, casting a soft light.

The floor was made of light gray marble, so shiny that it reflected people's images.

The front desk wasn't a regular nurses' station, but rather a whole row of concierges in dark uniforms.

Everyone had a standard smile.

The sound of a piano could be heard not far away.

A young girl sat in front of a white grand piano, playing a soft melody.

If it weren't for the words "Chang Sheng Kang Yang Hospital" hanging on the wall, no one would think this was a hospital.

It's like a private club that only caters to the wealthy.

Chen Bufan held his phone, the camera slowly panning across the hall.

The number of viewers in the live stream is still increasing.

Holy crap, this hospital is so luxurious!

Is this definitely a hospital, or not a five-star hotel?

I checked, and a regular ward costs at least 200,000 yuan per month.

Is this what hospitals for the wealthy look like?

[Continuing the quality of life, restarting the possibilities of life... This slogan sounds a bit creepy now.]

The reception manager followed Chen Bufan, maintaining a polite smile on his face.

"Mr. Chen, are you here on behalf of a fan's family member to inquire about rehabilitation services for late-stage liver cancer, right?"

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

"Um."

The reception manager smiled and said:

"Our hospital offers comprehensive rehabilitation and wellness programs for patients with advanced cancer."

"This includes pain management, nutritional support, psychological intervention, immune regulation, family care, palliative medicine, and dignified care at the end of life."

He spoke very fluently.

This sales pitch has clearly been repeated countless times.

Chen Bufan nodded:

"That sounds quite comprehensive."

The reception manager's smile deepened.

"We do not promise a cure."

"But we can make the final stage of life more fulfilling."

"Of course, some clients have also seen significant improvements in their condition after comprehensive treatment."

The live chat immediately started flooded with comments.

[No cure promised, but a miracle was hinted at.]

[That's a sophisticated way of speaking.]

It sounds expensive.

Don't be fooled by so-called experts.

Chen Bufan did not respond to the comments.

He only asked:

"How much does it cost?"

The reception manager showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

Different plans have different prices.

"If it's just a regular single room, it starts at 200,000 per month."

"If you need a private nursing team, a dedicated nutritionist, and a rehabilitation therapist, it will cost between 500,000 and 800,000 per month."

"If you need a detached health and wellness villa, expert consultation, or special medical coordination, the cost will be higher."

Chen Bufan asked:

"How much higher?"

The reception manager smiled.

"Starting from one million."

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

One million a month?

This isn't just hospitalization, it's burning through money.

[For the wealthy, extending their lives is truly expensive.]

An average person can't earn in a lifetime what someone else earns in a month's hospital room fees.

Chen Bufan nodded in agreement.

"Can we visit?"

The reception manager did not agree immediately.

He glanced at Chen Bufan's phone camera.

"Mr. Chen, live streaming might not be convenient in a hospital due to patient privacy concerns."

Chen Bufan said:

"I don't photograph patients' faces."

"It depends on the environment."

Before the reception manager could say anything more, a man in a white coat walked over from the direction of the elevator.

Around forty years old.

Her hair was neatly combed.

The name tag reads:

[Chief Physician of the Cancer Rehabilitation Center: Han Shaoming]

Han Shaoming walked up to Chen Bufan and extended his hand.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you."

Chen Bufan glanced at his hand but did not shake it immediately.

Han Shaoming's hands were very clean.

Long, slender fingers.

Neat nails.

You can tell at a glance that someone takes good care of themselves regularly.

But in Chen Bufan's eyes, that hand was wrapped in a faint layer of black mist.

It's not blood.

It's a debt of life.

Very fine.

Strands, as if they had been picked up from the side of the hospital bed.

Han Shaoming wasn't embarrassed when he saw that Han Shaoming didn't shake hands; he simply withdrew his hand naturally.

"Dean Gu has important guests tonight, so I will be in charge of receiving you for the time being."

"We will definitely cooperate with your inquiries on behalf of the family."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

Do you know me?

Han Shaoming smiled.

"Mr. Chen has become quite famous recently."

"After all, it's rare for a big internet celebrity to emerge from Haicheng. Many of our hospital staff have also followed them."

The live stream chat immediately became active.

[Doctors watch live streams by online gurus?]

[Did he dare to receive Chen Bufan even knowing he knew?]

This hospital is so calm.

The calmer you are, the more suspicious it seems.

Han Shaoming glanced at the camera and spoke gently:

"However, medicine and metaphysics are still two different fields."

"It's understandable that the family members are worried."

"But ultimately, the treatment plan must return to science, medicine, and evidence."

Chen Bufan smiled slightly:

"I also like evidence."

Han Shaoming's smile remained unchanged.

"That's fine."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the side to indicate that he was speaking.

"Mr. Chen, this way please."

The group walked through the hall.

The further you go in, the less it resembles a hospital.

Artwork paintings hang on both sides of the corridor.

There are rest areas at regular intervals.

Sofa, coffee machine, fresh flowers, bookshelf.

The nurse pushed the medicine cart past, the wheels making almost no sound.

A caregiver is covering an elderly person with a blanket, her movements as gentle as if she were serving a VIP.

Chen Bufan's camera did not capture people's faces, but only the corridor and the environment.

Han Shaoming introduced from the side:

"This is the comprehensive service area on the first to third floors."

"This includes reception, examination, nutritional assessment, psychological counseling, and a family rest area."

"Many of our clients are hospitalized for extended periods, which puts a lot of pressure on their families."

"Therefore, the hospital places great importance on the family experience."

Chen Bufan said:

What about the patient experience?

Han Shaoming smiled.

"Of course we value it more."

They entered a model ward.

The room is very large.

Floor-to-ceiling windows.

Private bathroom.

There is a smart monitoring screen next to the nursing bed.

Air purification system, constant temperature system, concealed oxygen interface.

There are even beds for family members to stay with them and small meeting areas.

A customized menu was placed on the table.

Low salt.

high protein.

Nutritionist's signature.

Many people in the live stream sighed.

This hospital room is bigger than my house.

It's so good to be rich.

While ordinary people have to wait for hospital beds, these people get suites.

The question is, does this place really only offer health and wellness services?

Chen Bufan glanced at the corner of the room.

There was a potted green plant there.

The green plants are growing very well.

The leaves, however, had an abnormal dark red tinge.

He didn't speak.

They simply moved the camera away.

Han Shaoming noticed his gaze.

"I believe Mr. Chen is also knowledgeable about feng shui."

"What do you think of this room?"

Chen Bufan nodded in agreement.

"Good."

Han Shaoming smiled and said:

"The lighting, ventilation, and orientation of each of our wards have been professionally designed."

"People recover faster when they are in a good environment."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Recovering too quickly is not necessarily a good thing."

Han Shaoming's smile faltered slightly.

"I don't quite understand what Mr. Chen is saying."

Chen Bufan offered no explanation.

He looked at Han Shaoming's forehead.

Han Shaoming's forehead was dark.

But it's not the darkness of impending death.

It is blackened by prolonged exposure to deathly energy and by being repeatedly washed by something.

Such a person may not necessarily kill with their own hands.

But he must have handled many lives that he shouldn't have handled.

Han Shaoming felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but he still maintained a professional smile.

"Mr. Chen?"

Chen Bufan withdrew his gaze.

"Keep watching."

Han Shaoming led him toward the elevator.

"If Mr. Chen is willing, we can go upstairs to the VIP area."

"However, patient privacy requirements are higher there, so the live stream needs to be turned off."

Chen Bufan asked:

"Can't we go even if it's closed?"

Han Shaoming spoke gently:

"This is hospital policy."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"There are quite a few rules."

Han Shaoming also laughed:

"When serving high-end clients, privacy protection is our top priority."

Just as the two reached the elevator entrance, another private elevator next to them suddenly opened.

Several caregivers pushed a wheelchair out.

An elderly man was sitting in a wheelchair.

The old man was very thin.

So thin that his skin was almost touching his bones.

The veins on his neck were visible.

The back of my hand was covered with needle marks.

The chest rises and falls slightly with each breath, like a light that is about to go out.

Strangely, his face was glowing red.

It's not a normal rosy complexion.

It looks like burning charcoal.

It's a vibrant red.

The red color looks fake.

The redness is unsettling.

The old man was followed by two middle-aged men.

He was wearing a suit and an expensive watch.

They're obviously family members.

One of them asked the caregiver in a low voice:

"Feeling good today?"

The caregiver said with a smile:

"Yes, Mr. Li was in good spirits this morning and even ate half a bowl of porridge."

Another family member visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Director Han's plan is still effective."

Upon hearing this, Han Shaoming smiled and walked over.

"Old Li looks much better today than he did a few days ago."

"However, we still need to be careful not to overwork him."

The family members nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Han."

"We have already spoken to Dean Gu and will renew the subscription next month."

Han Shaoming smiled gently.

"Of course."

Chen Bufan stood not far away, watching the old man in the wheelchair.

He could see through this peaceful scene with just one glance.

The life lamp on that old man should have gone out long ago.

The wicks were all burned out.

But now, a red aura of longevity that doesn't belong to him is being forcefully poured into the space between his eyebrows.

That aura of longevity was very mixed.

There are elderly people among them.

Those with children.

There are patients.

It's like several different candles being melted together and forcibly poured into a nearly extinguished oil lamp.

The lights came on.

But it wasn't his fire.

Chen Bufan whispered:

"Stolen lifespan".

Han Shaoming's smile froze for a moment.

The sound wasn't loud.

But the live streamers heard it.

The barrage of comments exploded.

[Stolen lifespan?]

What did the master say?

[Has this old man had his life extended?]

I knew her face was unusually red.

[Dr. Han's expression changed!]

Han Shaoming recovered quickly.

"Mr. Chen."

"The patient's improved condition is a result of comprehensive treatment."

"Please refrain from making statements in the live stream that could easily lead to misunderstandings."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"misunderstanding?"

Han Shaoming's tone remained polite, his smile remained standard, and his attitude remained kind.

"In medicine, it is not uncommon for patients with advanced disease to experience a short-term improvement in their condition."

"Some call it a final burst of energy before death."

"Some of them are effective due to medication."

"Some have improved nutritional status."

"If everything is explained as metaphysics, it will put a lot of psychological burden on the family members."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"That sounds very professional."

Han Shaoming said:

"I am a doctor."

Chen Bufan looked at his hand.

"Doctors save lives."

"And you?"

Han Shaoming's eyes finally darkened for a moment.

But he did not have an attack.

"Mr. Chen, if you're here for a consultation, you're welcome."

"If you're here to provoke the hospital, I suggest you first communicate with the hospital's lawyer."

Chen Bufan shrugged and said:

"take it easy."

"I'm just checking on things at the hospital on behalf of my fans."

"It's suitable, they'll definitely make a decision."

He turned the camera away.

"Pretty high-class."

"It's just that it has a strong sense of fate."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[A bit too much of a life-or-death situation...]

The master's words were too harsh.

[Dr. Han couldn't hold back any longer.]

This hospital is definitely problematic.

At that moment, Lin Wanqing's voice came through the earphones.

"Don't provoke them too soon."

Chen Bufan did not respond.

Han Shaoming took a deep breath and put on a smile again.

"Mr. Chen, the VIP area involves privacy, so it may not be convenient to conduct a live tour tonight."

"If you would like, I can arrange for a customer service consultant to give you a detailed explanation of the hospitalization process and costs."

Chen Bufan asked:

"What about the underground level?"

Han Shaoming's expression changed slightly.

"The underground level?"

"Um."

Chen Bufan said:

"I look at the blueprints; there's an equipment area in the hospital's basement."

"Can I watch it?"

Han Shaoming's smile remained unchanged.

"The underground area contains equipment rooms, drug warehouses, and medical waste disposal areas."

"This is not a visitor area."

"Family members are not allowed to enter."

Chen Bufan said:

"I'm not afraid of dirt."

Han Shaoming said:

"It's not that I'm afraid of getting dirty."

"It's a safety regulation."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Your hospital has so many rules."

Just as Han Shaoming was about to speak, a soft sound came from not far away.

Ding.

The elevator has arrived.

It is not a regular passenger elevator.

It's the gray elevator at the end of the corridor.

There are no floor buttons on the door.

Only a card reader area.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

There were two caregivers standing inside.

Pushing a metal gurney.

The gurney was covered with a white sheet.

Beneath the white cloth, the outline of a person could be vaguely seen.

Han Shaoming's expression changed slightly, and he immediately gave the nurse next to him a wink.

The nurse rushed forward, trying to block the camera.

"Mr. Chen, this way please."

Chen Bufan did not move.

He heard a sound the moment the elevator doors opened.

It's very light.

Very fine.

It sounded like it was coming from deep inside the elevator.

"Mother……"

"Mother……"

The sound of a child crying.

The smile on Han Shaoming's face froze completely.