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

The sound from the video faded, and the hall fell into dead silence.

[The third donor will be discharged tonight.]

[Forwarded to VIP number 7.]

[Make your movements clean.]

Don't let the people below cry all the way to the elevator.

Gu Huai'an's voice was very gentle.

It was so gentle, it was like instructing a nurse to change a patient's dressing.

But he wasn't talking about changing the dressing.

It is for longevity.

Lin Wanqing slammed the device screen shut, turned around, and gave the order:

"Control Han Shaoming."

"Seal off the underground elevator."

"All medical staff shall remain on standby."

"No one may leave the hospital without police permission."

Han Shaoming finally panicked.

"Officer Lin, you can't conclude that the hospital committed a crime based on a video of unknown origin!"

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"Save those words for the interrogation room."

Two police officers immediately stepped forward.

Just as Han Shaoming was about to step back, Chen Bufan suddenly spoke:

"Don't let him bite his tongue."

Han Shaoming's expression changed drastically.

The officer acted swiftly, pressing down on his chin.

really.

He had a small piece of black talisman hidden in his mouth.

Lin Wanqing recognized that this talisman was somewhat similar to the one Xuan Mingzi had used before.

"Another 'shut up' curse?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Those in the hospital who know about this have probably all been poisoned."

Han Shaoming was pinned to the ground, his eyes fixed on Chen Bufan.

The gentleness was gone from those eyes.

All that remains is resentment and bitterness.

"You can't ruin Dean Gu's plans."

"None of you can get into the third basement level."

Chen Bufan took out the access card that Su Lin had given him from his pocket.

"Yeah?"

Han Shaoming's expression changed completely.

"Su Lin!"

Su Lin was so frightened that she took a half step back.

Lin Wanqing immediately had the policewoman protect her.

"Take her out for protection."

Su Lin shook her head, her eyes red-rimmed:

"I'm not leaving."

There are still people down there.

"I want to see them come out."

Lin Wanqing glanced at her but didn't try to persuade her further.

"Follow behind me."

Chen Bufan walked towards the gray elevator.

The elevator stood quietly at the end of the corridor.

The door was closed.

The card reader area was illuminated by a ring of eerie blue light.

The sound of a child crying just now came from here.

The live stream is still running.

The camera was pointed at the elevator, but it didn't capture any patient privacy.

The screen was filled with comments, all spamming.

[Three underground levels!]

[Save them!]

Don't let them move!

[Gu Huai'an's talk of taking away lifespan is terrifying.]

This hospital is really treating people like human donors!

[Police, hurry in!]

Lin Wanqing looked at Chen Bufan.

"Can it be opened?"

Chen Bufan placed the card on the card reader area.

drop.

The elevator screen lights up.

[Permission granted]

The door slowly opened.

There was no one inside.

But there was a very strong smell in the elevator.

Disinfectant.

Bloody smell.

There's also a damp, musty smell.

It's completely different from the white tea aroma in the main hall above.

It was like opening a door from another hospital.

No.

It's not a hospital.

It's an underground cage.

Lin Wanqing went in first.

Chen Bufan followed.

Two police officers, Su Lin, and a technician also entered the elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

Lin Wanqing pressed B3.

The button lights up red.

The elevator began to descend.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

The descent took longer than expected.

It's not like going from the first floor to the third basement level, but rather sinking deeper into the ground.

Su Lin's face was deathly pale.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her voice trembling:

"That's exactly how I felt last time I went down there."

"The elevator is very slow."

"It gets colder as you go down."

"The people down there...they don't talk much."

Lin Wanqing asked:

Why?

Su Lin lowered her head.

"Some people have been given drugs."

"Some people are stuck in a fixed position."

"And some people no longer have the strength to speak."

The elevator fell silent.

Chen Bufan remained silent.

He looked down at the "Record of Destiny" in the cloth bag.

The book was not opened.

Somewhat worn, yet gleaming with a cold light. Like it was covered in a layer of frost.

Ding.

The elevator has stopped.

[B3]

The door opened.

A chilling aura swept over us.

The live stream chat paused for a moment.

Because what appeared in the footage was not the so-called "special care area" at all.

Instead, it's a long underground corridor.

White light.

Gray walls.

Metal door.

Camera.

Access control.

There is an iron gate every few meters.

The iron gate has a number on it.

【B3-A01】

【B3-A02】

【B3-A03】

At the end of the corridor, faint sobbing could be heard.

It wasn't just one person.

There are many people.

Someone is groaning.

Someone is coughing.

Someone is calling for their mother.

Some people kept repeating it as if in a dream:

"I'm not selling..."

"I didn't sign it..."

"Let me out..."

Lin Wanqing clenched her fist tightly.

She whispered:

"All body cameras are turned on."

Several officers immediately activated the equipment.

The live stream chat exploded.

Is this fucking a hospital?

Is this a prison cell?

[Iron gate, numbered signs, surveillance cameras—this doesn't look like a hospital ward!]

There really are people down there!

Save them!

Chen Bufan walked at the very front.

A faint white life mark shone in the depths of his eyes.

The energy of fate here is too chaotic.

Too complicated.

It hurts so much.

Behind each door, it's as if a lamp is about to go out.

The first door opened.

There is a hospital bed inside.

An old man was lying in the bed.

His hair was gray and he was as thin as a rake.

Both hands were secured to the side of the bed with soft straps.

His eyes were cloudy, and his lips were chapped.

There was no nameplate on the headboard.

There was only one laminated label.

[Donor: A03]

Age: Approximately 68

Blood type: O

[Underlying conditions: COPD, malnutrition]

[Estimated remaining lifespan: 3 years and 6 months]

Matching Target: VIP-11

Lin Wanqing's eyes turned cold the moment she saw the words "remaining lifespan assessment".

"Take a picture."

The technician immediately took a picture.

The old man heard the sound and slowly turned his head.

He looked at the police insignia on Lin Wanqing's body, as if he couldn't quite believe it.

After trembling for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words:

"It's the police..."

"police officer......"

"Can I leave now?"

These words immediately broke many viewers' nerves.

Can I leave now...?

Please save him.

How long has this elderly man been detained?

[The remaining life expectancy is estimated at three years and six months; they've actually quantified life expectancy!]

Lin Wanqing softened her voice:

"able."

"We'll take you out."

Tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes.

The second one.

He was a middle-aged man.

Left leg disability.

He had several old bruises on his body.

Bedside label:

[Donor: B07]

[Source: Debt Transfer]

[Estimated remaining lifespan: 5 years]

Matching Target: VIP-03

Lin Wanqing pointed to the words "debt transfer".

"What does this mean?"

Su Lin said in a trembling voice:

"I've heard them say that."

"Some people owe high-interest loans and their families can't afford to pay them back."

"Some people will sign so-called physical care agreements."

"It's basically just bringing people in."

The third one.

There was an old lady inside.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glazed over, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The diagnosis was posted next to it:

Alzheimer's disease

Bedside label:

[Donor: CO02]

[Family Authorization: Completed]

[Estimated remaining lifespan: Seven years]

Matching Target: VIP-09

Lin Wanqing's eyes were complicated.

"Authorization by a relative?"

Su Lin nodded through her tears:

"Some patients are brought in by their families."

"They said the old man doesn't recognize anyone anyway."

"The hospital will provide a sum of money."

"Then they told the public that the elderly person had moved into a long-term care facility."

One officer couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath:

"brute."

Chen Bufan simply watched without saying a word.

The fourth room.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of a child crying came from inside.

A boy of about nine years old was curled up in the hospital bed.

Both wrists and ankles were immobilized.

His face turned pale.

My arms are covered in needle marks.

He saw people come in and was so frightened that he shrank back as fast as he could.

"Don't draw blood..."

"I'm not crying anymore..."

"I won't call for Mom anymore..."

"Don't send me down..."

Su Lin immediately covered her mouth, and tears fell down her cheeks.

"He is number three."

Lin Wanqing walked over and squatted down beside the bed.

Speak as gently as possible:

"Don't be afraid."

"We'll take you out."

The boy's eyes were wide open, tears streaming down his face.

"Really?"

Lin Wanqing nodded.

"real."

The boy asked in a low voice:

Will my mom come to pick me up?

Chen Bufan stepped forward and looked at his lifeline.

very weak.

But it hasn't stopped yet.

He reached out and gently pressed his hand against the boy's forehead.

"meeting."

The boy finally burst into tears.

It wasn't crying out of fear.

It was after holding it in for so long that I finally dared to cry.

The label on the bedside table reads:

[Donor: Number 3]

Age: 9

[Underlying condition: Congenital heart disease]

[Source: Fund Rescue]

[Estimated remaining lifespan: 12 years]

Matching Target: VIP-07

[Time for taking longevity notes: Tonight at 23:40]

Lin Wanqing also noticed the label.

Who is VIP number seven?

The technician immediately investigated.

"Top floor, 21st floor, VIP-07."

"The registered name is a confidential client."

"Medical consultant signatory: Gu Huai'an"

Chen Bufan looked up at the sky.

Separated by three underground floors and more than twenty floors.

He seemed to see the life lamp on the top floor, lit by the stolen lifespan.

Someone is lying in a luxury hospital room, waiting for this child to live for another twelve years.

Chen Bufan stood up, quickened his pace, and walked through each door.

There were people in every room.

Homeless elderly.

Abducted children.

Dementia patients.

Debtors.

A critically ill patient who was sold by his/her family.

Unidentified migrant population.

People with mental disorders.

Recipients of the fund's assistance.

Their names were not displayed at the top of their beds.

They have no personality.

Only the serial number is provided.

blood type.

illness.

Remaining life assessment.

Matching objects.

The time of lifespan.

They are not patients.

It is a medicinal herb.

Classified, numbered, valued, matched, and awaiting retrieval.

Chen Bufan stood in the middle of the corridor.

The "Record of Destiny" trembled slightly in his cloth bag.

It wasn't because we encountered a strong enemy.

It's because the debt of lives here is too heavy.

He looked up at the security camera at the end of the corridor.

The voice was very low, but it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You treat human lives like medicine?"

Suddenly, the loudspeaker in the corridor came on.

zizi——

After the static, a gentle male voice came through.

Gu Huai'an.

"Mr. Chen."

"Your statement is too emotional."

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Lin Wanqing's eyes were resolute.

"Gu Huai'an".

The voice on the radio remained gentle.

There was even a hint of a smile on his face.

"Officer Lin, welcome to the true core area of ​​Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital."

Please forgive me for not being able to personally receive you.

"After all, you came too suddenly."

Chen Bufan looked at the camera.

"You call this the core area?"

Gu Huai'an smiled.

"certainly."

"This is a center for the redistribution of life resources."

What you see is a cage.

What I see is order.

Lin Wanqing said sternly:

"Illegal detention, intentional injury, child trafficking, human tissue trafficking, and suspected intentional homicide."

"Is this the order you're talking about?"

Gu Huai'an sighed softly.

"Officer Lin."

"You're still looking at the issue from a conventional legal perspective."

"Countless people die meaninglessly every day in this world."

"A homeless man froze to death under a bridge."

"An elderly person living alone died in a rented room."

"Seriously ill children are left to die because they can't afford treatment."

"Dementia patients drag down the entire family."

"Their lives were being wasted."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

What is he saying?

Wasting life?

Is this still a doctor?

[The devil is wearing a white coat.]

Gu Huai'an continued:

"And our customers."

"entrepreneur."

"the scientist."

"Investors".

"Social celebrities"

"How much value could they create if they lived another year?"

How many employees can it support?

"How many projects can it drive?"

How many families could be affected?

Chen Bufan had heard this line far too many times.

Lu Changsheng said that.

Song Huai-ren once said.

Now, Gu Huai'an also said.

Sacrificing the weak.

Continue the reign of the strong.

Value is used to price human lives.

Then they repackage evil as order.

Gu Huai'an's voice slowly faded from the broadcast.

"Mr. Chen."

"You are a fortune teller."

You should know this better than anyone else.

Some lives are inherently fragile.

Some lives are inherently precious.

"The fate of the rich..."

"They were already worth more than them."