Chapter 158

Chapter 158

“Wh-what happened?”

Patient No. 7 glanced at Liu Ye and asked with a stammer.

“Boss, that Liu Ye isn’t only a professor. He’s also an extremely dangerous criminal. One of my friends is an informant inside Guangming Group. He says Liu Ye was behind the recent Chongmen Island bombing, the Huicheng High School massacre, the Nine Worlds Mountain septic-tank terrorist attack, and plenty more.”

Gulp.

Patient No. 7 swallowed. He turned stiffly toward Liu Ye and found the man’s face had gone black.

“He’s talking nonsense. None of those incidents had anything to do with me.”

“Yes! That’s exactly what he always says. Word for word!” the man on the phone exclaimed.

Patient No. 7 fell silent.

“Um, I just want to ask one thing. Has anyone ever survived him?”

“Of course. Plenty of people have.”

Patient No. 7 relaxed. As long as there were survivors, negotiation remained possible.

“It’s just that the survivors wish they were dead.”

Thud!

“Hello? Boss, what happened? Hello?”

“Nothing!”

Liu Ye helped Patient No. 7 upright. The patient glanced at him, trembling all over, then clutched the phone.

“What do you mean, they wish they were dead?”

“You know Fu Yang, the celebrity who jumped from a building a while ago? We smeared him too.”

“I know. What happened to him?” Patient No. 7 asked, his voice already tearful.

“Liu Ye tortured him. He infiltrated Fu Yang’s life by posing as his assistant, then began tormenting him. Fu Yang can’t even take care of himself now. He’s incontinent and has nightmares every night, and Liu Ye’s face appears in every one of them. The man’s completely ruined. The strangest thing is that he doesn’t resent Liu Ye at all. He even claims Liu Ye saved him. Isn’t that bizarre?”

Patient No. 7 remained silent.

“And according to my investigation, this man is an absolute psychopath. His favorite method is to pose as an employee, infiltrate his target’s workplace, and then torture them. Boss, why don’t we let this one go? Boss? Boss…”

Patient No. 7 quietly ended the call and gave Liu Ye an ugly smile.

Liu Ye hurried to explain.

“All of that is false. They’re rumors. How did an innocent man like me become a murderer? Brother, spend some time with me and you’ll understand. I’m the kind of person who always stands by his friends.”

“Yes, yes… Whatever you say. Sir, I just want to know how much money it will take to settle this.”

“This isn’t about money. This concerns my character. Brother, why don’t you give me a chance? I won’t visit anyone else today. I’ll take care of you alone and make sure you’re completely comfortable. You have bone hyperplasia, right? I know how painful that can be. Let me give you a massage.”

Then Liu Ye turned to Sun Miao, who was trembling nearby.

“Watch my technique carefully. Pay attention to how I care for a patient, understand? All right, brother. Lie down first.”

“No. No…”

Patient No. 7 shook his head frantically, but the weak could not resist the strong. Although his condition had eased somewhat, bone growth still affected portions of his body.

Liu Ye picked him up and tossed him onto the bed.

The hyperplasia had bent his waist so severely that he could no longer straighten it. His limbs were twisted, and the joints had fused solid.

“Listen, miss. Massage is an essential skill for every caregiver. Excellent technique not only eases a patient’s symptoms but also improves his mood. Anyone confined to a hospital bed for a long time will feel unhappy. We have to find a way to relieve that.”
Liu Ye picked up one of Patient No. 7’s hands. Tears and snot streamed down the man’s face as he shook his head frantically.

“No! Don’t!”

“There’s no need to be so nervous. Relax…”

The moment he finished speaking, Liu Ye exerted his strength.

Crack!

The fused bone snapped apart. Agony swept through Patient No. 7’s entire body.

“Aaargh!”

Tears and mucus poured down his face. Forgetting Liu Ye’s terrifying identity, he roared at him.

“You told me to relax! Why does this hurt so much?!”

“I told you to relax. I never said it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is perfectly normal.”

Liu Ye turned to Sun Miao.

“When patients stay in bed too long, all kinds of sadness accumulate inside them. They start fixating on things. If they can’t let those emotions out, they become miserable. If the misery lasts too long, it turns into depression, and depression makes them suicidal. That’s why we have to help them release those feelings.

“Pain beyond the body’s limits is an excellent method. It stops the patient from thinking about anything else and makes him shout every bit of frustration out of his heart. Once those emotions are released, he feels much better inside. Look at him. Doesn’t he seem relieved? Even his complexion looks much paler and more delicate.”

Sun Miao said nothing.

Of course he looked pale. The pain had made him scream until he was starved of oxygen.

“I’ll kill you! Just you wait! If I survive this, I swear I’ll kill you! I’ll ruin your name and reputation!”

Of course, Patient No. 7 was only mouthing off. A nasty mouth was how he had gotten into this line of work in the first place. But Liu Ye looked delighted.

“See that? When a patient says things like this, the treatment is working. He’s transferred all his pent-up frustration onto us. By directing his hatred at us, he gains a reason to keep living. Now he’ll make sure to stay alive.”

Patient No. 7 fell silent.

Why couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut?

“Of course, this method does pose a certain danger to the caregiver. But there’s no avoiding it. This is the path every high-level caregiver must walk. Even when patients misunderstand us, we have to continue with conviction! We must fight for our patients’ health!”

Liu Ye had developed this knowledge through years of Brother Guiwa’s instruction and practical experience with the elders in his village.

Most of the village’s adults had left for work, leaving Liu Ye as the only young person behind. The heavy responsibility of caring for the elderly had therefore fallen on him, and practice had eventually made him an expert.

“Now look at his eyes. See how he’s glaring at me? That’s right. But the emotion still isn’t intense enough, so…”

Crack. Crack. Crack…

Patient No. 7’s skin reddened with pain. Veins bulged across his neck, and his eyes looked ready to burst from their sockets. His screams echoed throughout the corridor.

In Ward 08, the old woman sipped tea while enjoying those delightful screams and fully appreciating the meaning of a peaceful life.

She had never felt such happiness. When she had suffered, it had seemed terrible. But watching someone else suffer felt absolutely wonderful.

Back in Ward 07, the patient stared blankly at the ceiling. His eyes were already beginning to roll back.

Liu Ye immediately spoke to Sun Miao.

“See that? This is the perfect degree of treatment. Next, we’ll make sure he can’t feel any pain.”

Patient No. 7, who had nearly lost his mind, suddenly perked up. Not feeling pain sounded wonderful!

The next instant, Liu Ye pressed down hard on his body.

Crack!

Patient No. 7 went silent.

“Can you still feel pain?” Liu Ye asked with a smile.

No, he could not. Patient No. 7’s mouth hung open. He truly felt no pain anymore, because he had lost all sensation.