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

"Mother……"

"Mother……"

The child's crying was very soft.

It felt like being separated by a very thick door, or like floating up from a very deep underground place.

The elevator door was only half open.

Two caregivers stood inside, pushing a metal stretcher.

The person on the bed was covered with a white sheet.

The white cloth drooped down at the edge, obscuring most of the outline.

Han Shaoming's face froze completely in that instant.

But he reacted quickly.

Almost the next second, he stepped forward, blocking Chen Bufan and the elevator.

"Mr. Chen."

"This is the medical-only access route."

"Patient privacy is at stake; it's not convenient to take photos."

The nurse immediately stepped forward and raised her hand to block the camera.

"Sir, please put your phone away."

The live stream chat had already heard the child crying.

Now, people at the hospital suddenly tense up and it all exploded.

Was there a child crying just now?

I heard it! A child really called for their mother!

[Isn't this a nursing home? Why are there children underground?]

They panicked!

Don't block the camera!

Who is pushing the bed?

Chen Bufan held his phone, standing still.

The camera did not zoom in on the patient's face.

I just glanced at the gray elevator door.

Card payment area.

No floor buttons.

Dedicated access.

And that gurney covered with a white sheet.

Han Shaoming's smile had become very stiff.

"Mr. Chen."

"Your filming is disrupting the hospital's normal operations."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

Did I get a picture of the patient's face?

Han Shaoming said:

"This isn't about whether the face was captured in the photo or not."

"This is medical order."

"Many of the residents in this compound are wealthy families. Disturbing them might not be good for you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Bufan disagreed:

"The sound of a child crying could be heard coming from the underground elevator."

"Is this also part of medical order?"

Han Shaoming's eyes darkened.

You misheard me.

Chen Bufan smiled.

"Did millions of viewers mishear?"

Han Shaoming stopped laughing.

The reception manager also rushed over, lowering his voice:

"Mr. Chen, if you continue like this, we will have to ask our security personnel for assistance."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Can."

"Send security."

The live stream chat went crazy with comments again.

[Master takes a stand!]

[Call security! Let's see what's going on online.]

The more they try to stop them, the more problematic things become.

There's definitely something in the underground elevator.

Han Shaoming glared at the reception manager, then put on a smile again and gestured for him to continue: "Mr. Chen, you're too kind. You're a public figure now, our honored guest. Please look this way, we'll continue our tour."

Surprisingly, Chen Bufan did not refute, and followed Han Shaoming and his group forward.

The gray elevator doors began to close slowly.

Two caregivers pushed the metal bed back inside.

Chen Bufan suddenly took a step toward the elevator.

Han Shaoming immediately reached out to stop him.

"Mr. Chen!"

Chen Bufan seemed to trip over something, and his phone shook slightly.

The camera brushed past Han Shaoming's shoulder and captured the interior of the elevator.

There are no regular floor buttons on the elevator panel.

There are only three buttons.

[B1]

[B2]

[B3]

Next to the B3 button, there is a very small label.

Special Care Area

The elevator doors closed the next second.

Ding.

The gray elevator is moving downwards.

Han Shaoming's face was really ugly.

"Mr. Chen."

Please stop the live stream immediately.

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"I did not do it on purpose."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

【B3!】

[Three underground levels!]

[Special Care Area!]

[Screenshot taken!]

[Didn't the hospital say the basement is for equipment and medical waste? What is the special care area?]

[Was the baby crying coming from B3 just now?]

Inside the car on the outskirts.

Lin Wanqing's eyes darkened as she watched the live stream.

"Save the screenshot."

"B3, Special Care Area"

"Immediately check the underground structure diagrams that the hospital submitted to the regulatory authorities."

"Compare the fire safety filings, construction drawings, and as-built drawings."

The technician next to him immediately took action.

"Yes."

Lin Wanqing pressed her earpiece and whispered:

"Chen Bufan, don't force your way in."

"First, we need to obtain a reasonable justification for entering B3."

Chen Bufan did not respond directly.

He looked at Han Shaoming and suddenly asked:

"Dr. Han, is the third basement level the special care area?"

Han Shaoming's eyes flashed.

That's the internal medical support area.

"To protect customer privacy, this service is not available to the public."

Chen Bufan said:

"Are there children inside?"

Han Shaoming's expression returned to its professional state.

"Our hospital has a pediatric rehabilitation cooperation program."

"We occasionally accept some children with special needs."

"The sound just now may have come from a family member's video call, or it could be due to the patient's emotional fluctuations."

Please don't overinterpret it.

Chen Bufan nodded.

"That's a fairly comprehensive explanation."

Han Shaoming was choked by another remark and coughed awkwardly a few times.

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

"If you are here to broadcast live and create public opinion, our hospital has the right to terminate your visit."

Chen Bufan looked at the live stream.

"I heard you."

"They want to terminate their reception."

The barrage of comments exploded again.

Don't stop yet, let's see B3!

[Aren't you a high-end hospital? What are you afraid of?]

Who exactly is cared for in the special care ward?

Please explain the sound of the child crying.

Han Shaoming's face turned even uglier.

He clearly didn't expect Chen Bufan to so directly shift the pressure to the entire internet.

The more he forbids people from watching, the more netizens want to see it.

The more he explained, the more loopholes appeared.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out on the other side of the hall.

An elderly man in a hospital gown suddenly stood up from the rest area, grabbed the caregiver's hand, and shouted:

"Don't push me down!"

"I'm not going down!"

"Someone is crying down there!"

"They will draw blood!"

"They'll risk their lives!"

The caregiver's expression changed drastically, and she rushed to help him up.

"Mr. Wang, please calm down."

"You're just stressed."

The old man struggled desperately, his hands, thin as bones, gripping the sofa tightly.

"I'm not going down!"

"I saw it!"

"They locked the children downstairs!"

The family members and staff in the lobby were alarmed.

Han Shaoming's expression changed drastically.

"Take Mr. Wang back to his ward."

Two caregivers immediately stepped forward.

As the old man was dragged away, he kept glancing in Chen Bufan's direction, his voice hoarse:

"Young man!"

Don't believe them!

"This hospital is a monster!"

Chaos erupted in the hall instantly.

Many family members stood up.

People started whispering among themselves.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

What did the old man say?!

Are children locked up down there?

[Hospitals are eating people!]

This can't be a coincidence, can it?

Dr. Han panicked!

Han Shaoming said urgently:

"Give him a sedative!"

"Mr. Chen, please stop filming!"

"This patient has a severe mental illness, and we are about to begin treatment. Please cooperate and turn off the live stream!"

Chen Bufan did not take a picture of the old man's face.

The camera pans towards the ground and the hall.

But the sound has already been absorbed.

The reception manager immediately called security.

Two tall security guards quickly approached.

"Sir, please cooperate."

Chen Bufan glanced at the security guards and suddenly took half a step back to the side.

The security guard thought he was going to cooperate and reached out to block the camera.

At that very moment, Chen Bufan deliberately pressed his phone down.

The camera appears to be shooting at the ground.

Actually, I happened to capture the card reader next to the gray elevator not far away.

There is a small scratch below the card reader.

The scratches are dark red.

This is not ordinary wear and tear.

It looked like someone had desperately grabbed at that spot with bloodied hands.

Chen Bufan's eyes darkened.

He stepped back, as if forced to make way by security.

The phone camera "inadvertently" swept across the wall next to the elevator.

There was an internal access guide posted there.

Although the nurse quickly blocked the camera, viewers in the live stream had already taken screenshots.

[B3 Special Care Area: Access is restricted to authorized medical staff, transport team, and the Dean's Office only]

[Disclosure of patient information is strictly prohibited]

Unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from loitering.

Lin Wanqing spoke quickly into the earpiece:

"Got it."

"Authorize medical staff, transfer team, and the hospital director's office."

"This is clearer than the device layer explanation."

Chen Bufan responded:

"Um."

Han Shaoming was clearly aware that these contents had been filmed.

His face darkened completely.

"Mr. Chen."

"You have now seriously violated the hospital's visitor regulations."

"I must ask you to leave."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"I haven't finished consulting with my fan's father yet."

Han Shaoming said:

"We will arrange for customer service to communicate with you online afterwards."

"No more guests tonight."

Chen Bufan looked at the live stream.

"I saw it."

"They stopped serving us after we asked about the third basement level."

The screen was flooded with comments.

[Feeling guilty!]

[They're so guilty!]

Don't go, Master!

[Call the police to investigate them!]

Lin Wanqing's earphones reminded her:

"Don't escalate the situation."

"We already have grounds to request further investigation."

"You can withdraw."

Just as Chen Bufan was about to turn around, someone gently bumped into him from behind.

She was a nurse.

Early twenties.

He is not tall.

Wearing a mask.

Her eyes were very red.

She was holding a stack of medical records in her arms, as if she had accidentally bumped into Chen Bufan as she passed by.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

She quickly bowed her head and apologized.

Han Shaoming frowned:

"Xiao Su, be careful when you walk."

The nurse's voice was very soft:

"I'm sorry, Director Han."

She bent down to pick up the medical record folder that had fallen to the ground.

Just as she stood up, Chen Bufan felt his cuff being lightly touched.

A thin card slipped into his palm.

Chen Bufan remained expressionless.

The young nurse walked past him with her head down.

As they passed each other, she whispered something only Chen Bufan could hear:

"Save the people below."

The sound was very soft.

But it was shaking violently.

Chen Bufan's palm tightened slightly.

The card was cold.

It is an employee access card.

There is a small strip of white tape on the back of the card.

Two words were written on the tape with a ballpoint pen:

B3.

Chen Bufan looked up at the young nurse, who had a name tag hanging on her chest: Su Lin.

She had already walked a few steps quickly.

His back view was slender.

He was holding a medical record folder in his hand.

My shoulders were trembling slightly.

Han Shaoming's gaze shifted from Chen Bufan to her.

A white life mark flashed in Chen Bufan's eyes.

The young nurse's lifeline appeared before his eyes.

Very fine.

It's a mess.

Moreover, it's currently disconnected.

There was a dark aura between her eyebrows.

There is a downward-falling evil spirit above one's head.

There was blood underfoot.

I won't survive tonight.

Han Shaoming seemed to sense something and suddenly spoke:

"Xiao Su"

The nurse paused in her steps.

Han Shaoming looked at her.

"Aren't you on duty on the fifth floor tonight?"

The nurse stiffened for a moment.

"I...I've come to deliver the medical records."

Han Shaoming smiled.

"Have you finished delivering?"

The nurse kept her head down.

"All delivered."

"Then let's go back."

"Yes."

The nurse quickened her pace and walked to the other end of the corridor.

Chen Bufan suddenly said:

"etc."

Han Shaoming looked at him.

The nurse also stopped.

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"One of my medical records is missing."

He bent down and picked up a piece of paper from the ground.

Actually, that piece of paper was a routine nursing record that fell out when the medical record folder scattered earlier.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then turned back.

"Thanks."

She reached out and took the paper.

As Chen Bufan handed her the paper, he whispered:

"Don't go under the light."

The nurse suddenly looked up.

His eyes were filled with terror.

Chen Bufan wanted to say more.

But it was too late.

The long bar lamp overhead suddenly emitted a piercing electrical sound.

Nourishes—

Han Shaoming's expression changed.

"Be careful!"

Snapped!

The light bulb exploded.

The entire long light strip detached from the ceiling and crashed straight down on the nurse's head.