Hospital 444

Suddenly, Xie Chengjun realized something and asked, "The name ’Wuque’... could it be...?"

"Yes," Yin Wuque nodded slightly, "This is the name my father gave me. His expectation for me was to be a perfect and upright person without flaws."

"I always thought Wuque meant living a life so full that nothing is lacking..."

Xie Chengjun suddenly realized something.

"Why are you telling me so much today?"

Yin Wuque crossed his hands and looked straight ahead.

"Today is my father’s... memorial day."

"Ah?"

"Before I took the flight this morning, I went to sweep his tomb. After all, this might be the last time I do so."

Xie Chengjun looked at Yin Wuque, then suddenly said, "You actually have a lot of respect for your father, don’t you?"

Yin Wuque did not answer.

His father was a man so harsh as to be suffocating, intolerant of any small flaw or defect, educating Yin Wuque to the highest standards.

But... these standards were not only for Yin Wuque. For other family members, for friends, for colleagues, and even for himself, he imposed the same rigorous self-discipline.

For example, if someone smoked indoors, littered, spit on the ground, or let their dog off the leash, or cut in line, he would not hesitate to point it out, no matter who it was, even if it was his own family member.

The unit appreciated him for this, so they tasked him with all the jobs that would offend people, and as a result, many people around him were antagonistic and despised him, considering him a misfit in a society that values relationships.

However, there were also some who admired his uncompromising, righteous nature. So even though many disapproved of him, he managed to hold his job until retirement.

It’s a pity, like Han Ming, Yin Wuque’s father had also died before he was hospitalized. Spiritual Therapy Points were absolutely incapable of reviving the dead.

Yin Wuque had very conflicting feelings about his father. His father’s strict upbringing had led to a dark and oppressive childhood, but he deeply admired his father’s character.

Everything he was doing now was something his father would rather die than do. If his father knew everything, he would curse him without hesitation.

"This year, either Han Ming or I will survive," Yin Wuque suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh, "Ironically, Han Ming is very much like my father."

Ah?

Dai Lin was stunned to hear this.

"I had someone thoroughly investigate everything about Han Ming," Yin Wuque said as he pushed the cup towards Xie Chengjun, who immediately picked up the red wine and poured it into the cup.

"Young Han Ming was really similar to my father. He went with his uncle to work in SZ, and accidentally discovered that his uncle, ostensibly doing foreign trade work, was actually using it as a front for drug smuggling transactions."

"Drug smuggling? That’s a capital offense."

"When the country just opened its doors, the drug trade was revived. This highly lucrative business tempted countless individuals to take the risk. Han Ming’s choice was to report his uncle’s drug trading location to the police, valuing justice over family ties. He had previously urged his uncle to abandon the trade, but his uncle had already been seduced by the lure of daily profits and could not be satiated, making it impossible to stop him."

"Even so, to take such action against his own family... that’s really..."

"The key is, his father’s cancer surgery fees were also provided by his uncle, of course using the proceeds of crime. Afterward, his assets were extensively confiscated, and his family was labeled as relatives of a criminal. Overnight, the entire Han family vilified Han Ming."

"That does sound..."

"He really is a lot like my father. Even their ages are similar. If it had been my father, he would definitely have made the exact same decision as Han Ming. The difference is, Han Ming was overcome with collapse and self-doubt because of it. But if it were my father, he would have had not even a wisp of hesitation. To him, the principles of right and wrong were absolutely unwavering—he despised to the core the national mindset that favors relationships over reason, and values connections over the rule of law."

That’s precisely why...

For Yin Wuque, Han Ming was not only an enemy, he often sought the shadow of his father in the other.

Until his father died, he never received true praise and recognition from him. In his father’s eyes, not completing his studies properly and instead pouring all his energy into the piano, and yet achieving neither great success nor willing to settle for mediocrity, his life was far from "flawless."

But Yin Wuque deeply despised the life his father had arranged for him. So, faced with Shi Ling who fully accepted and recognized him, he chose to abandon all the teachings his father had imparted from childhood and embraced the arms of the Demon.

Now, he was just a non-human existence with the appearance of Yin Wuque, long no longer the person his father had placed great expectations on.

"We are enemies, but I actually admire him somewhat," Yin Wuque picked up a glass of red wine and drained it, "Having a like-minded enemy is also one of life’s great pleasures."

"If it were me, I would never expose my uncle as a drug dealer," Xie Chengjun responded, "Han Ming’s father’s medical expenses were also paid by his uncle, right? After receiving his uncle’s kindness, to then turn around and expose him, wouldn’t that be betraying his benefactor? No wonder the only close associate Han Ming has left is someone as despicable as An Zhiyuan."

"The Han family thought the same, so it is said that before his father died of liver cancer, he also refused to forgive Han Ming. Looking back now, this also led to Han Ming eventually starting to become unscrupulous as the Executive Vice President."

"His so-called sense of justice has instead harmed his entire family, hasn’t it? Yin, if it were you, you definitely wouldn’t make that choice, would you?"

"I don’t know..." Yin Wuque swirled the wine in his glass, "My father’s teaching has always been that justice should be above personal connections. He told me that if a person uses double standards because the wrongdoer is a friend or relative, or because it benefits oneself, then such standards are meaningless. And he always practiced what he preached. He was a man who knew only right from wrong, with no regard for personal gain."

When Yin Wuque put down the glass, he looked at his own hand.

At that moment, he thought of Yuyi Gao.

That innocent child whom he had thrown to the Malevolent Ghost after seeing his true face.

His parents didn’t know at all and were still endlessly grateful to him.

"I will never forget that it was I who killed the child, Yuyi Gao..."

The wine in the glass seemed to turn into blood at that moment.

Hearing this, Dai Lin showed an expression of extreme horror!

"If I die and see my father..."

...

"If I die and see my father..."

Han Ming finally felt his spirits somewhat restored.

"Don’t talk about death anymore!"

Huo Jialan directly hugged Han Ming, saying, "No matter what, you can’t die! If you die..."

"People have to die someday," Han Ming touched Huo Jialan’s head, "It’s just a pity that I can’t give you a proper status until death."

Although there wasn’t much left of the love between Han Ming and his wife, she was still his lawfully wedded wife, and he couldn’t bear to divorce her, so Huo Jialan could only remain an affair kept in the dark. He couldn’t deny that he had acted despicably in this matter.

"Before the life-and-death duel with Yin Wuque, I want to visit my aunt for the last time. All these years, I’ve added all the Spiritual Therapy Points on her, as my way of making amends."

It was only at life-and-death that Han Ming realized he didn’t want to die.

But he had indeed killed too many people.

"Had I not gone through this, when I entered the hospital, I would not have joined any faction, nor would I have helped to kill other doctors. As of today, my hands are stained with countless blood."

Not long ago, he had used his own curse to kill that celebrity who had been exposed for drug use. Then, he cleanly eradicated every single person on the forum who defended their idol’s drug use with posts claiming "drug use is not a crime." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Dai Lin. He’s so much like the younger me. But he doesn’t understand, it’s easy to say the right things, but hard to do the right things. If death really is inevitable, I hope that when I die and see my father, I can tell him I died for the welfare of all mankind!"