Dean Zheng didn't expect that Chairman He didn't care about his own son, but actually cared about other people's legs.

But seeing that they looked solemn and didn't seem to have any ill intentions, he called over a few people with a limp.

The sky grew gloomy, and dark clouds came over, blocking out the sunlight.

The doctors, nurses and caregivers who were called over were lined up in a row, seven in total, with their trouser legs rolled up to their knees, revealing old bruises of varying depths. The bruises were a pale purple color and all had the same shape - crooked gourd shapes.

[Quick! Call daddy, I have a good daddy, daddy, daddy, good daddy, good daddy, I have a good daddy...]

[What a great opportunity to recognize the richest man as your father! ]

Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on one vine, fearless of wind and rain, la la la la...

It seemed like someone's phone was not turned off properly, and some noise was leaking out.

Dean Zheng cast a stern gaze over the medical staff, but couldn't find the source of the voice.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. Dean Zheng seemed to see Chairman He's right eye twitch slightly, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a line, as if he was enduring something.

The young man wearing glasses standing behind the wheelchair suddenly rolled his eyes, as if he was very dissatisfied with someone.

Dean Zheng was a little confused.

My eyes lingered on the face of the young man pushing the wheelchair. I felt vaguely that he looked familiar, but I didn't know where I had seen him before.

Dean Zheng suspected that he was overthinking it.

He then lifted up his trouser leg, revealing a gourd-shaped bruise on his calf.

"Could it be that they were collectively poisoned?"

[Oh! No wonder you're on crutches.]

[But at your age, it's unfair to be the son of the richest man.]

Dean Zheng: “???”

Who is talking nonsense here?

Dean Zheng's gaze finally fixed on the overly handsome young man, who slowly walked towards him like an elegant crane.

"Dean," the young man said, his eyes wandering over his legs. "How did you become lame?"

Dean Zheng frowned and recalled, "Just last month, while doing ward rounds, I accidentally bumped into something. My vision went black and I almost fell down. Since then, my legs have hurt every time it's cloudy or rainy." He held his glasses and said, "I thought it was just my age and I wasn't recovering well."

The young man asked him, "When you were knocking on the door, did you see anything strange... mouse-sized, or hear any noises?"

Dean Zheng shook his head.

Other staff members talked about their experiences of falling or bumping into things for unknown reasons, and that the injured areas would also ache slightly at night or when the sky was cloudy.

The young man turned aside thoughtfully.

[Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero. ]

[It seems that Young Master He has been through a lot.]

Fighting against the sky, the joy is endless; fighting against the earth, the joy is endless.

The dean was somewhat nervous.

Young Master He? Is it related to the bruise on my leg?

However, his leg pain problem only started after Young Master He came.

The young man calmly tugged at the dean's sleeve, took him to a place a little further away from the staff, and whispered to him.

"Formally introduce myself. My name is Xia Chi. I'm a Taoist priest hired by the chairman. I'm here to help you catch evil spirits."

Dean Zheng frowned and asked, "Evil spirit?"

Xia Chi laughed dryly, "Don't be nervous, Dean. It's nothing serious. He Zuyao found a powerful psychic in Thailand and raised a little ghost. The little ghost protects its master. Anyone who clashes with it will be attacked and cursed."

"oh."

The dean understood.

The dean didn't believe it.

But not far away, people with bruises on their legs stood in a row. There were doctors and nurses, all of whom had more or less participated in treating or controlling He Zuyao.

He had to believe it again.

The man who claimed to be a Taoist priest said secretly, "If we want to catch the little devil, we need your help, Dean. Help me find someone to subdue Young Master He."

"Subdue him?" Dean Zheng pushed up his glasses, his gaze filled with uncertainty. "How?"

The Taoist priest flashed his harmless eyes and said casually, "Just treat him the way you usually treat a manic patient! Tie him up and hold him down to prevent him from moving." He even gestured with a hand tied up. "I heard you have those... restraint belts with leather buckles."

Dean Zheng immediately shook his head like a rattle, thinking to himself, "You kid, please don't hurt me."

He stole a glance at He Guiren's expression and laughed dryly, "Master, you're joking. This is a regular medical institution, and all treatments are based on scientific evidence..."

"Do as he says." He Guiren suddenly said, "Since I invited the Taoist priest here, I naturally trust him."

Dean Zheng hesitated for a moment, but still went ahead and recruited four male doctors who regularly exercised. They were all tall and strong, with muscles bulging under their white coats.

The doctor hurried upstairs. Along with the sound of the emergency door opening, there was a fierce noise.

There was the dull thud of a body hitting the wall, the crackling sound of restraints being torn, and a beast-like roar emanating from the violent vibration of the iron bed.

Finally, everything returned to silence, with only He Zuyao's hoarse curses echoing in the corridor.

From He Guiren to the emperor, from the dean to the medical staff, he cursed everyone he could think of.

It's like a sewer blowout.

Dean Zheng's forehead was covered in sweat, and he stole a glance at He Guiren's reaction. However, He Guiren simply stroked the jade ring on his finger, staring blankly at the scenery in the courtyard, completely oblivious to the bloody situation inside the building.

Four male doctors had just come down from upstairs, each of them injured.

The young Taoist priest strode impatiently to the second floor.

“Eh—”

Dean Zheng was confused and afraid that this charlatan was making trouble, so he quickly followed him.

The security door slowly slid open to both sides. Xia Chi stood at the door of the ward and looked inside.

He Zuyao was tied tightly to the hospital bed with a special restraint belt. His fat body bulged hideously under his pure cotton hospital gown. Veins bulged on his neck and saliva splattered as he roared.

When Dr. Zheng heard this, he realized that five out of ten sentences were cursing his father, and he was hesitating whether to call those male doctors back.

"How about giving him a tranquilizer? Or maybe gagging him?"

The charlatan shook his head and refused.

"No, I just like to hear the noise."

Listen to...a sound?

Buy firecrackers for you.

Dean Zheng looked at the smile on the charlatan's mouth and felt something was wrong.

Xia Chi put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the side of the bed. He leaned over slightly, and the shadow he cast just covered He Zuyao's ferocious face.

It was as if the absurdity of two months ago was still going on - at that time, he was tied up like a Dragon Boat Festival rice dumpling and almost became a meal on He Shao's plate. Now, this arrogant and super-strong young master was tied up like a crab in the restraints, at the mercy of others, unable to even move a finger.

He Zuyao's bloodshot eyes moved with Xia Chi's arrival. At first, they were still violent and confused until he saw Xia Chi's appearance clearly.

Memories split the fog like lightning, and Master He suddenly trembled violently: "You..."

"Oh my! You never thought it would be me, did you? Things change over time. Did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Xia Chi smiled dangerously, walked around the room, took out a medical record book, flipped it a few times casually, rolled it up, and slapped him on the cheek with a "slap".

"Aren't you awesome? Keep up the good work! You even dared to take advantage of Jiang Nan—"

This thought popped up in his mind, and he hit her a little harder.

“Pah pah pah——”

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy enough to touch him?!"

“Pah pah pah——”

A crisp sound exploded in the ward. Xia Chi's arm swung up and then down, hitting He Zuyao's head so hard that his face instantly became ridged.

"Woo..."

He Zuyao's throat was like a motor, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, he twisted his body wildly, and the bed creaked.

He stared at Xia Chi, unspeakable dirty words pouring out.

"hiss--"

Xia Chi frowned as if in pain and looked down at his trouser legs.

Xia Chi was a little excited, as if he had received some positive response.

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa——" A few more slaps.

The pig demon was stunned and stared at him.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm going to hit you."

"Not convinced?"

"Hit me, hit me, hit me..."

Xia Chi, the villain, was so proud of himself that he started to twist his body like Taiyi Zhenren.

The dean stood at the door at first, but the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. He wondered if there was some grudge between these two people... why did they seem to be taking revenge for something personal?

Come over quickly and hold Xia Chi.

"Master, Master, this is not appropriate."

Xia Chi rubbed his sore wrist and continued to make up stories without changing his expression.

"Dean, you don't know, I'm exorcising a ghost. This guy is possessed by an evil spirit. I have to whip him until the evil spirit is completely expelled from his body."

Dean Zheng: “???”

That's not what you just said!!!

The dean's white coat was stained with sweat, and he subconsciously glanced out the window -

Chairman He sat calmly in the yard, turning a deaf ear to the slapping sounds coming from the second floor.

Dean Zheng swallowed his saliva.

Are these father and son really so estranged from each other?

Dean Zheng kindly reminded Xia Chi: "This isn't a good idea. Chairman He can hear it from below. After all, they are father and son..."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't Chairman He also lame?"

Xia Chi asked him, "Who does He Zuyao curse the most? It should be his father, right?"

Dean Zheng didn't dare to answer.

Xia Chi patiently explained to him, "The curse is like this. Whoever He Zuyao curses the most will have their legs damaged more severely. Look—Chairman He is now in a wheelchair."

Dean Zheng glanced towards the yard: "..."

So that's how it is...

No wonder!!!

"So the harder I hit him, the more he hated me, and all his resentment was focused on me."

Xia Chi took the opportunity to lift up his trouser leg, revealing the scar on his calf from being bitten by the little ghost. The bruise was throbbing and getting hot, as if something was wriggling under the skin.

"I'm trying to ward off disaster for you all."

“…”

Dean Zheng recalled He Zuyao's endless cursing and inexplicable leg pain after every ward round.

Suddenly I realized.

If that's the case.

beat--

Hit me hard!!

Xia Chi couldn't fight anymore.

He held onto the railing of the hospital bed and gasped for breath, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead - beating someone was really satisfying, but this curse also hurt.

We need to think of a quick solution.

"Director Zheng," he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, his voice a little weak, "The electrotherapy device... you've used it before, right?"

Dean Zheng almost lost his grip on the crutch.

“I didn’t dare…”

Xia Chi: "Then use it."

“…”

Dean Zheng glanced at the hideous looking patient on the bed, then at the pale-faced Taoist priest, and then at his own legs.

"Arrangement~"