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

The voice on the radio was very gentle.

Beneath its gentle exterior lies a ruthless intent.

"The lives of the rich are inherently more valuable than theirs."

After those words were spoken, the three underground levels fell into a deathly silence.

In the ward, the nine-year-old boy was still lying in bed.

His wrists were marked with red welts from the restraint straps.

Next to it was a homeless old man.

An elderly woman suffering from dementia.

A middle-aged man who was brought in after accumulating debt.

There are many more people who have no names.

Some of them were awake.

Some were in a coma.

Some people, upon hearing the words on the radio, showed fear in their cloudy eyes.

Some have even lost their fear.

It's as if all resistance has been worn away by this place.

Lin Wanqing's hand, gripping the body camera, trembled with anger.

She has seen many criminals.

Greedy.

Violent.

Perverted.

Cunning.

But people like Gu Huai'an, who can describe cannibalism as resource optimization, are still rare.

Chen Bufan stood in the middle of the corridor, looking up at the camera.

His expression was calm.

But that calm was more ferocious than anger.

"so."

He spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly carried into every corner of the corridor.

"You also think your life is worth more than theirs?"

There was a moment of silence on the radio.

Then, Gu Huai'an smiled.

"Mr. Chen, you don't need to use this fallacy."

"I'm not talking about myself."

"I'm talking about social value."

Chen Bufan countered with a question:

"You're using other people's lives as a weight."

"After weighing them, tell them they're worthless."

"Is this what you call social value?"

Gu Huai'an was not angry.

His voice remained steady.

"You're too emotional."

"This is the most common problem among people at the bottom of society."

"They like to use emotions to cover up the facts."

"But the truth is, most of these people never had a future to begin with."

"Homeless elderly people are unable to work."

"Dementia patients are a burden on their families."

"Children with serious illnesses need long-term care."

"The debtor can't even pay back his own debts."

"They are alive, but they are just consuming resources."

One of the officers cursed angrily:

"fart!"

Lin Wanqing did not stop her.

Because she also wanted to curse.

Gu Huai'an, however, acted as if he hadn't heard and continued:

"But the people in the VIP ward are different."

"They are entrepreneurs."

"He's an investor."

"They are the organizers of urban resources."

"If they live another year, it could allow hundreds of people to continue to have jobs."

"If they live one more day, a project might not fall apart."

"The longer they live, the more money they can donate, build more hospitals, and sponsor more children."

He sighed softly.

"Why did you only see these people on the third basement level?"

"Why can't we see the value that the people upstairs can create while they're alive?"

Chen Bufan began to twirl the copper coin in his hand.

"So you decide for them who deserves to die?"

Gu Huai'an said:

"It's not my decision."

"It was all decided by fate long ago."

"I'm simply making the remaining value of fate more effectively utilized."

Upon hearing this, an elderly man strapped to a hospital bed in the corridor suddenly burst into tears.

The crying was weak and feeble, as if it had been drained of all its energy.

"I'm not useless..."

"I have a granddaughter..."

"She's still looking for me..."

No one spoke.

Chen Bufan turned and glanced at the old man.

Then look back at the camera.

"Did you hear that?"

Gu Huai'an said:

"Everyone thinks they are important."

"But society won't stop for one homeless old man."

"It won't stop operating because of an unknown child."

"Mr. Chen, you are a fortune teller, so you should understand better than ordinary people that fate has varying degrees of importance."

Chen Bufan just found it funny.

"Is life of varying importance?"

"right."

"So, how much does your life weigh?"

The broadcast went silent again.

Chen Bufan took a step forward.

"Gu Huai'an".

"You stand behind the surveillance camera."

"Wear a white coat."

"Use the dean's status."

"To prolong the lives of the rich."

"Putting a price tag on the weak."

Do you feel like you're standing on a very high pedestal?

"Do you feel like you're more clear-headed than them?"

"Do you consider yourself a rule-maker?"

He paused for a moment.

"But in the eyes of the Fate-Changing Gate, you are also just consumables."

The lights in the hallway flickered.

Gu Huai'an's voice was finally no longer concealed.

"What do you know?"

Chen Bufan said:

"I know how Xuan Qingzi died."

"I know how the Song family was treated as the buyer."

"I also know that your hospital is nothing more than a furnace of the Changsheng Foundation."

"You think you're burning someone else."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"Once the furnace burns out, will you be the next one added in?"

On the radio, Gu Huai'an remained silent.

This time, he remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, he smiled.

The voice was a little lower than before.

"Mr. Chen, you're very good at stirring up trouble."

"But it didn't work."

"I'm not like those good-for-nothings."

"I am a doctor."

"I understand life."

"I understand data."

"I understand the healthcare system."

"I also understand what the rich really want."

"The longevity system cannot exist without me."

Chen Bufan sneered:

"Every pawn thinks this way before it's thrown away."

On the radio, Gu Huai'an's breathing was noticeably heavier.

Lin Wanqing did not waste any time.

She had the police officers open the doors of each room and loosen the restraints on the deceased's belts.

The technician quickly photographed the bedside label, equipment number, medication record, and monitoring location.

Su Lin, with red eyes, helped confirm the patient's identity, following the policewoman.

"The third donor is the child in the video."

"This is A03, previously it was said to be the nameless homeless person."

"C02 is an elderly person with dementia who was brought in by their family."

"B07 is a debt assignment."

"There are a few more children over there, all in the inner ward."

Lin Wanqing's face turned even colder when she heard "several children".

"Save the children first."

"Notify the emergency medical team to descend to B3."

"Deploy more police officers."

"All patients must be transferred."

The police officer responded immediately.

"yes!"

Just then, Chen Bufan suddenly took out his phone.

The live stream has been running ever since we entered the hospital.

However, due to signal issues, the video feed from the third basement level was intermittent.

Now, the signal has suddenly been restored.

Perhaps the hospital system was compromised by the police.

Perhaps Gu Huai'an wanted the outside world to see his "social logic".

In short, the live stream screen lit up again.

Without hesitation, Chen Bufan turned the camera directly to the underground corridor.

But he avoided looking directly at the patient's face.

Only photograph the bedside label.

iron gate.

Fixing strap.

serial number.

Remaining life assessment.

Matching objects.

The time of lifespan.

And those rooms in the corridor that have "donor" written on them.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

What is this?!

[Donor? Remaining lifespan assessment?]

Holy crap! The three underground levels are real!

This isn't a hospital, it's a warehouse of lives!

[The third donor was only nine years old!]

What does "VIP-07" mean in the context of matching?

[The time for taking one's lifespan is tonight at 23:40?!]

[Help! Help!]

[Call the police! No, the police are already here!]

Hundreds of thousands.

One million.

Three million.

The number of people has skyrocketed.

Chen Bufan's live stream has been at the center of attention across the internet for some time now.

Now that footage of the third basement level of Changsheng Kangyang Hospital has surfaced, the entire platform has been abuzz.

Someone recorded the screen.

Someone forwarded it.

Someone contacted the media.

Some people have started digging into the background of Changsheng Health Hospital.

The barrage of comments was dense.

The Chang Sheng Foundation needs to issue an explanation!

Who is Gu Huai'an?

Who stayed in the VIP ward?

[Those matching objects must be checked!]

This is a modern-day version of human destruction!

Are the lives of the rich more valuable? Who gave them that audacity?!

On the radio, Gu Huai'an's voice betrayed his anger.

"Chen Bufan".

"You shouldn't be livestreaming."

Chen Bufan looked up at the camera.

"Didn't you say that the lives of the rich are more valuable?"

"Now let the whole internet hear it."

"Let's see if they admit it."

Gu Huai'an retorted:

"You will cause social panic."

Chen Bufan said:

"You're not scared by people eating each other."

"Does panic only occur when others see it?"

The barrage of comments was like a torrential downpour.

Well said!

[Don't panic about cannibalism, panic only when you see it?]

This hospital must be thoroughly investigated!

【Gu Huai'an, come out here!】

Who is VIP number seven?

Lin Wanqing glanced at Chen Bufan.

This time, she didn't stop the live stream either.

She knew that Chen Bufan had done the right thing.

In places like this, relying solely on internal investigations is too easily bogged down by pressure, relationships, lawyers, and capital.

But now, the whole internet has seen it.

These are the numbered hospital beds.

These are life-saving labels.

These are nameless patients.

These children and elderly people.

They are no longer "donors" lying underground unknown to anyone.

They were seen.

Once something is seen, it gains weight.

Gu Huai'an remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed.

"Mr. Chen."

"You still don't understand."

"You think going public will guarantee a win?"

"Do you think that netizens' anger will change anything?"

"Anger exists in this world every day."

"But what truly governs the world is never anger."

"It's a resource."

"It's power."

"It's a transaction."

"It's about interests."

Chen Bufan said:

"So you got anxious."

Gu Huai'an smiled.

"urgent?"

"I just feel it's a pity."

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to show me the true art of longevity."

"It seems we'll have to wait until next time."

Lin Wanqing immediately realized it.

"He's going to run away."

She immediately pressed the earpiece.

"Seal off the dean's office, the underground passage, and the internal road in the back mountain."

"Gu Huai'an might be trying to escape."

The officer's voice came through the earpiece:

"receive!"

"The dean's office is empty!"

"An unusual vehicle has been spotted on the back mountain road!"

"Currently under investigation!"

Chen Bufan, however, was looking at the camera.

"wrong."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Bufan said:

"He didn't just want to run away."

next second.

An alarm suddenly sounded on the third basement level.

woo-

woo-

The red warning light is flashing wildly.

The iron gates on both sides of the corridor began to lock automatically.

The heavy fire door leading to the elevator slowly descended.

Gu Huai'an's voice came through the radio again.

This time, there will be no hypocrisy.

It was filled with murderous intent.

"Activate the B3 lockdown system."

Then the machine began broadcasting:

"The high-temperature disinfection procedure for medical waste is about to begin."

Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"High-temperature disinfection?"

Su Lin's face turned deathly pale, and she exclaimed:

"It's over!"

"That's an incineration process!"

"He's going to burn down the three underground floors!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

He's going to silence them!

There are still people down there!

[He's gone mad! Gu Huai'an has gone mad!]

Run!

Save the child!

The fire door is still descending.

Chen Bufan looked at the innermost row of wards.

There were still more than a dozen people who had been offering sacrifices there and had not been rescued.

The countdown on the radio has begun.

【ninety.】

[Eighty-nine.]

Eighty-eight.

Gu Huai'an's voice was tinged with laughter.

"Mr. Chen."

"You want the whole internet to see this."

"Then let them watch it."

"Let's see how many people you can save."