Working Records in a Weird World - 43

 

| WRIAWW | Did I Say You Can Go? | 43

Upon hearing that the survivors in the psychiatric department were in danger, Zong Le immediately rushed to the scene.

The psychiatric department was quiet. Due to a recent incident, the staff had been relocated elsewhere, and no one was seen.

"Where is everyone?"

"Uh, boss, I don't know either. Maybe they were locked in the confinement room?"

Zong Le thought for a moment and headed toward the director's lounge.

As a colleague, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Of course, he had to save the survivors, but he couldn't be too obvious about it. His identity as a native of Guiyi City was still a secret that couldn't be exposed. If the survivors found out, the chain reaction would be unimaginable.

Zong Le wasn't a fool. The first time he realized he couldn't transfer back to the infinite space like the other survivors, he knew there was something wrong with his identity.

This suspicion was confirmed after he checked the forums: other survivors were randomly selected by the main system and directly transported to the infinite space. 

Only he, through contact with the B-class survivor Liu Jianhua, had accidentally accessed the system, even undergoing an unheard-of binding contract.

But he didn't care much about this. Unlike the survivors or the natives of Guiyi City, he didn't feel a strong sense of identity with his role.

Zong Le's thoughts were simple: he just wanted to make money and make Guiyi City a better place. Becoming a survivor could fulfill both of these desires at once, so he decided to become one without any other reasons.

The lounge was empty.

When Zong Le pushed the door open, he saw two doctors lounging in chairs with their legs crossed.

The head of the medical department was puffing away on a cigarette, thoroughly relaxed, when suddenly he caught sight of a face emerging from the smoke.

Head of Medical Department: !!!

Although the face looked exceptionally handsome and pleasing to the eye, to him, it was no different from a female ghost with disheveled hair. He immediately leaned back, chair and all, crashing to the ground.

Clang—

Zong Le paused his hand on the door, his face full of confusion: "It's only been half a year since we last met. Did you miss me that much?"

"You, you, you—" Covered in ash, the disheveled head scrambled up from the ground, stammering: "Why did you come back?!"

The head of the medical department would never forget the scene he encountered when he led the medical department to inspect the psychiatric ward years ago.

Back then, he was a newly appointed as chief and eager to find faults and loopholes in various departments to curry favor with the hospital dean.

The patients in the psychiatric ward were more troublesome than those in other departments, which made it easier to find faults. He had intended to nitpick and find flaws, but before he could finish his arrogant speech, he was beaten half to death by the black-haired young man in front of him.

At the time, he was extremely indignant and went back to complain to the hospital dean. However, the dean just chuckled and instead deducted his salary for over half a month and warned him not to provoke Number One in the psychiatric ward again.

The dean's power was well-known to everyone at Taikang Yongle Hospital. Not only was he one of the rare S-level weird in Guiyi City, but he was also a high-ranking executive with significant authority in the Taikang Yongle Group.

Even the dean was wary of this person...

After realizing this, the chief never again entertained the thought of causing trouble for the psychiatric ward and avoided it for a whole year. It wasn't until this black-haired devil finally, at the urging of Director Deng, applied for discharge that he dared to return to inspect the psychiatric ward again.

But he never expected to run into this living devil again.

In an instant, all his courage vanished, and he just wanted to flee.

"Wait, did I say you could leave?"

However, Zong Le's words froze him in place.

"What, what can I do for you?"

Being able to work under the dean made him flexible. Even if Zong Le asked him to run naked now, he would dare to strip.

"What's going on outside? Where are those external hires now?"

The head of the medical department breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained.

After hearing the whole story, Zong Le waved his hand and called over the trembling nurse standing nearby.

"Go call Director Deng over. Tell him I'm waiting here," the black-haired young man said calmly. "As for you. These external hires I'm talking about aren't just from this department, but from the entire hospital. They're all under my protection, understand?"

"I understand."

"Good, you can go now."

Before leaving, he kindly reminded, "You know the consequences of messing with them, right?"

"Oh, my ancestor! Of course, I know. You can rest assured!"

Watching the medical department staff scramble away in a panic, Zong Le snorted coldly.

Being friendly with the psychiatric department didn't mean he would extend the same courtesy to the scum of the medical department. These people were always looking for others' mistakes to boost their own performance.

If he hadn't dealt with them decisively back then and fixed this bad lifestyle, the entire hospital would have been exploited by the medical department.

Seeing this, Number Two quickly flattered, "As expected of the boss, so wise and mighty. With just one move, you drove the medical department away."

The survivors in the psychiatric department had found that the weird patients aggression were not strong. The reason why their aggression wasn't strong was because they had been severely taught thoroughly. 

Their fangs were pulled out, how could they still be called ferocious beasts?

Number Two was different from the other weirds in the psychiatric department. He had little aggression, and what little he had was directed to himself and not at others.

Before Zong Le was admitted to the psychiatric department, Number Two had already been there for a year. Back then, the psychiatric department was a dog-eat-dog world where only the strong thrived.

Weirds like him, who lacked aggression, had a very hard time. But after the boss arrived, not only did the atmosphere in the psychiatric department improve, but even the food was upgraded.

Number Two fondly remembered the good old days when he could just mention the boss's name at the canteen lady and get an extra chicken leg.

Staring at his toes, he mustered the courage to ask, "So, boss, where are you working now?"

"It's not exactly a high position. I opened a prison myself in the eastern district of Guiyi City, it's a bit far from the hospital. Otherwise, I could have invited you all to visit."

If it were anyone else, they would probably break out in a cold sweat and hastily decline.

But Number Two was taken aback and said happily, "Really, boss? I'd love to visit! Actually, I was thinking of applying for a job with you. Just last week, Director Deng came to see me and said my condition is quite stable, so I can be discharged soon to make room for other patients."

These words left Zong Le stunned.

It's important to note that since the transformation of Ankang District into Ankang Prison began, apart from the original residents of the district, all employees and prisoners have been personally apprehended and brought to justice.

In such circumstances, it's somewhat unusual to hear of someone voluntarily applying to join the prison.

However, given the current shortage of manpower and considering that the applicant was a former patient with a well-known background, Zong Le readily agreed.

"Sure. But since the prison is just starting out, we might not be able to offer a very high salary."

The current earnings from tasks can only cover the minimum standard wage in Guiyi City, nothing more.

"But don't worry, once the prison gets on track and the prisoners start contributing through compulsory labor and bringing economic benefits to the prison, the wages will be adjusted accordingly."

These words moved Number Two to tears.

Although he was mentally ill, he was aware that Guiyi City was a place with clear class distinctions, where the strong always oppressed the weak. The weirds oppressed ordinary people, and the strong weird oppressed the weak weirds.

Yet, a powerful weird like the boss was willing to pay wages and even promising raises!

"Wuwuwu, boss, I want to follow you for a lifetime!" After crying, Number Two quickly added, "Boss, I will go pack my things and handle the procedures, since you're here now can I leave with you?"

"Sure, but I'll be staying for another day or two, so there's no rush."

Before Zong Le could say more, he saw Number Two skip out of the lounge.

As soon as he left, Director Deng arrived.

Hearing the news of the great devil's return, Director Deng was already sweating profusely. After seeing the door to the longue room and seeing Zong Le sitting there, his knees went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Director, there's no need to be so polite." Zong Le wanted to help him up but was avoided, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand. "I just saw the head of the medical department causing trouble in our psychiatric department. Don't worry, I've already reprimanded him and sent him back."

"......"

Things like medical department inspections and deductions, would have been major issues before, were nothing in Director Deng's mind. He had no thoughts now, he only desired to quickly see off this big Buddha.

"You... why are you back?"

"I came back to take a look."

"That's good, that's good."

As long as he wasn't coming back to be hospitalized again.

But before Director Deng could wipe the sweat from his forehead, he heard Zong Le leisurely add, "I saw that Taikang Yongle Hospital is hiring, so I came with some friends to apply. We just started this morning."

"Your friends?" A sense of foreboding arose in Director Deng's heart.

"Oh, just those people you locked up in the electroshock therapy room."

"......" Director Deng's vision went black.

He was no longer the domineering figure he had been in front of the survivors earlier, now he was only able to grit his teeth and twist the truth. "Ah! They happened to find the archives room unlocked and files missing, I wouldn't have taken them over for interrogation If it weren't for the medical department's inspection today."

"So, according to the Director, all of this is a misunderstanding?"

"Yes, yes! A misunderstanding, just all a big misunderstanding!" Director Deng quickly climbed the ladder offered, not forgetting to add, "So, what should we do with those friends of yours? Should I go release them now?"

"No," Zong Le firmly rejected the suggestion. "Releasing them right after locking them up would be too obvious. Let’s do this, keep them locked up for a while first, then release them later."

"Also, don’t mention that it was me that let them out."

"Got it," Director Deng readily agreed.

Watching the director’s plump figure retreat, Zong Le, who had just quietly done another good deed, was in an excellent mood.

"I always knew that building good relationships with everyone in the psychiatric department would come in handy at critical moments."

Zong Le completely failed to notice what the trembling fingertips and evasive glances meant, simply taking them as proof of his charisma.

After all, in his memory, his time as a patient there had been fruitful—he had straightened out the department’s discipline methods, driven away a few troublemakers, treated the medical staff fairly, and got along harmoniously with his fellow patients.

With such a gentle and kind track record, how could he have imagined that he had long become the nightmare of the entire psychiatric department?

Thinking this, Zong Le casually asked a nearby nurse, "Where are the bodies the psychiatric department is supposed to send out?"

The nurse, who knows about Zong Le’s past "glorious deeds," was practically sliding to the floor. "In-n Ward Three."

"Alright."

Zong Le stood up and walked out.

Under his instructions, the survivors had been locked in the electroshock room, anxious and afraid to unlock the door themselves.

The few medical staff who remained had caught wind of the situation and scattered like birds and beasts. The entire vast corridor of the psychiatric department was empty, not a single person in sight, it was far more efficient than the survivors’ painstaking efforts to clear the area.

Zong Le went to Ward Three, skillfully wrapped the body in a body bag, and carried it out.

The process of receiving a body and delivering it to the morgue took about half an hour. Seeing that he still had time to spare, Zong Le decided to visit each ward and catch up with his former fellow patients.

But just as he stepped out, he bumped into someone.

"Oops, sorry."

The person was charging straight ahead, if Zong Le hadn’t been quick on his feet, as he spinned around with the corpse in his arms, he might have knocked both of them over.

What no one expected was that the person, after looking up at Zong Le, suddenly pulled out a few strings from their hand and lunged straight for his neck.

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