| WRIAWW | Hugging the Boss's Thigh | 55
Zong Le was completely unaware that his image in the minds of his subordinates had turned into that of a wolf, who had long intended to seize power, and even his previous stay in the psychiatric department was just an act to scout the area in advance.
But there was no helping it. The moment he announced his plans to reform Taikang Yongle Hospital, all the nurses and directors standing in the corridor felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads. Their teeth chattered, and their medical files clattered to the ground, but no one dared to bend down to pick them up.
In this upside-down, bizarre world where people are devoured without a trace, someone actually wanted to practice benevolence and compassion. This was more terrifying than any conspiracy.
After Zong Le finished his announcements and went downstairs to find his neighbors, his figure disappeared into the elevator. Only then did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, their faces filled with fear.
After a while, someone whispered, "Isn't our new deans's philosophy a bit too anti-human?"
"No commissions, no revenue income, and even paying out of pocket to treat patients? This isn't a hospital, it's a charity!"
"It's all your fault. You used to say the old dean was heartless and taking advantage of you. Now we have a new dean, you're not satisfied?!"
These directors, who usually performed surgeries without hesitation and administered private punishments to patients without blinking an eye, were now trembling in fear at Zong Le's earth-shattering words.
They realized that Taikang Yongle Hospital was really going to change.
Among them, only the head of the medical department, who had been unexpectedly promoted, walked with a spring in his step.
Originally, he was also terrified, but Zong Le had offered too much. Being promoted from head of the medical department to acting as a dean was a leap in power that instantly won him over.
In the elevator, Number Two and Number Five went to flatter him.
"Congratulations, boss, on successfully becoming the dean."
"Boss, I knew you would succeed as soon as you made your move."
"Uh, boss."
Number Two pointed to the luggage under the wheelchair, "Number Five and I have packed our things. When are we going back?"
After witnessing the boss's strength firsthand, he became even more eager to follow the boss.
"No rush, I still need to arrange some people."
As he watched the elevator floor numbers, Zong Le fell into deep thought.
The entire Taikang Yongle Hospital was undoubtedly massive, with over a hundred floors. Managing such a large-scale hospital was undoubtedly challenging. That's why he had appointed the head of the medical department as the acting director.
After all, the person had worked here for several years and had more experience in various aspects, making them a good choice.
However, Zong Le still lacked trust in this department head, who was known for being cunning and for shirking his responsibilities.
Although the person was spineless and adept at shifting with the wind, over time, they could become a liability. It was necessary to assign someone specifically to keep an eye on them, otherwise, he wouldn't be reassured.
This heavy responsibility undoubtedly fell on the shoulders of the weird corpse.
"Me?!"
Upon hearing the news, the weird corpse felt as if a huge pie had fallen from the sky, leaving them dizzy: "You mean..."
"Yes, I will assign you to oversee Taikang Yongle Hospital as the head of the supervision team. You will be responsible for monitoring the work of each department and the acting director."
Zong Le calculated that the weird corpse had been transformed at Taikang Yongle Hospital and harbored deep resentment toward the place. This resentment, if utilized properly, could actually be a good thing.
At least there was no need to worry about them being bribed by the hospital staff or failing to supervise effectively. Most importantly, the weird corpse would undoubtedly be willing.
"Thank you, boss!"
As expected, the weird corpse happily accepted the task and eagerly prepared to thoroughly reform the place.
Afterward, Zong Le also planned to temporarily leave Liu Rouya and Number Five here.
After all, the prison had more or less gotten on track, but the hospital reformation was just beginning. It would still need an S-level weird being to oversee things. Number Five had previously stayed here because he couldn't defeat the dean.
Although he was not a combat type, he still had his ability, and his presence here would bring him some peace of mind.
The series of arrangements left Zong Le unusually overwhelmed.
Meanwhile, the other neighbors were overjoyed and celebrated.
"I can't believe the boss actually took down Taikang Yongle Hospital?!"
"Wow, as expected of the boss! Good thing we didn't oppose the boss from turning the neighborhood into a prison earlier, or else the grass on our graves would be meters high by now."
"I told you, following the boss means having future! You didn't believe me! Now you know you've backed the right person!"
"The blankets on these hospital beds feel pretty good. Let's take one back to sleep on."
"Such a big hospital, I can sense a lot of weird energy here. It feels like there's a lot to feast on."
Due to the misdeeds of the previous dean, the hospital indeed hid many resources.
For example, the morgue's deformed corpse repository contained many deformed corpses that were either transforming into weird beings or had already transformed.
For weirds , their kind was a great supplement. The entire deformed corpse repository made the weird child drool uncontrollably.
Facing this request, Zong Le directly agreed: "Okay."
He hadn't forgotten that an innocent NPC had died in the morgue, as Director Yang had mentioned.
He was busy until late into the night, when the head of the medical department hurriedly knocked on the door of the dean's office.
"Dean, someone from headquarters is here. They need to meet with you for the handover ceremony."
They got the news so quickly? It seemed this group had quite a few informants.
Zong Le, who had always been interested in the Taikang Yongle Group, immediately got up and headed upstairs.
However, what awaited him was not the headquarters' decision-maker, but a team of guards.
The guards stood in a mechanical in a orderly formation, their heads concealed by dark tactical helmets, revealing no expressions. They wore custom-made, form-fitting combat suits, with every seam tightly adhering to their bodies.
The back of their suits bore the emblem of an equal-armed cross, their holsters neatly positioned at their waists, and a modified submachine gun slung diagonally across their chests.
The leader raised his hand in a gesture and handed over a document folder marked "Confidential." Zong Le took the parchment envelope, opened it, signed and stamped the document, completing the formalities.
The entire process was carried out in complete silence, efficient and wordless, until the guards boarded a military helicopter and departed.
"They're a bunch of killing machines," the department head muttered, watching their retreating figures with lingering fear.
In Guiyi City, even the most formidable weirds dared not provoke the behemoth that was Taikang Yongle Group, and the guards played a significant role in that.
Zong Le somewhat agreed with the department head's conclusion.
He had always been adept at recognizing people by their aura, but the guard's aura was peculiar—it was neither like that of a weird or NPCs. Instead, it resembled the state of those half-human, half-corpse weirds in the deformed corpse repository.
"Strange, I feel like I've encountered this aura somewhere before?"
Unable to recall it immediately, Zong Le didn't dwell on it and simply put it out of his mind.
However, signing the document wasn't the end of it. He still needed to find time to visit the Guiyi City Church for registration, a task he promptly added to his schedule.
A few hours later, the news of the change in leadership at Taikang Yongle Hospital made headlines on television.
This time, the broadcast occupied a prime-time slot, it was a serious and significant airing.
"According to the latest reports, Taikang Yongle Hospital has undergone a change of dean today."
The screen cut to an exterior shot of the hospital, the camera panning over its snow-white walls: "Internal sources suggest that the new hospital dean may implement a series of reform measures. This station will continue to monitor the impact of this personnel change on the city's healthcare system..."
The news of the change in dean at Taikang Yongle Hospital spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys of Guiyi City.
After all, as the leading group in the city, even the slightest change within its ranks would attract widespread attention. Compared to the minor commotion Zong Le caused at Ankang Prison last time, this incident had a much broader impact and garnered far more attention.
While Guiyi City was in an uproar, the Infinite Space was not faring much better.
Ever since that nightmare, Qin Ye had been rushing non-stop to the Temple dungeon.
He arrived earlier than scheduled, coinciding with Joshua's rest period, so he had to settle for an examination by a priest.
Although the priests of the Temple couldn't directly remove curses like Joshua, they possessed formidable mental abilities and could delve into a person's memories repeatedly to provide psychological healing.
Coincidentally, Qin Ye was deeply concerned about this dream, so he arranged for a session.
As the priest activated his powers, Qin Ye felt himself falling back into that strange dream.
When he woke up again, Qin Ye found himself standing in the center of the secret base.
The chief researcher, clad in a white protective suit, held a file in his hand and explained the situation of the "Fake Saint."
"According to the initial research blueprint, the Saint was supposed to be a flawless existence, born with the innate ability to purify and heal all wounds in the world. If not for this, he wouldn't have been chosen by the Temple... But plans are just plans, and everything was thrown into chaos when the incident occurred."
At this point, the chief researcher cast a disdainful glance at Joshua, who stood there with his eyes lowered, gazing at his own palm. "Moreover, this fake doesn't possess the Saint's abilities. He is undoubtedly a failure, lacking even the most basic resurrection ability. We'll have to trouble General Qin to take extra care of it during the Temple dungeon raid to ensure he doesn't die before completing his mission."
"After the Temple dungeon is conquered, a soul lamp will remain on the altar. Make sure the Fake Saint binds his soul to it. Unlike the mass-produced soul lamps that become useless after a single use, this soul lamp grants immortality once bound. Remember, conquering the Temple dungeon is the foundation of saving the world."
......
The chief researcher's words were identical to Qin Ye's memory, so he didn't pay much attention.
Instead, he focused all his energy on observing Joshua, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Unfortunately, Joshua didn't make any moves or utter any curses, he simply stood there.
Sweat poured down Qin Ye's forehead until it reached a critical point, and he suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
He abruptly sat up on the stone bed. Before him, the white-robed priest retracted his hand, which had been suspended mid-air, channeling his powers, and stood respectfully to the side.
"Something's not right..." Qin Ye rubbed his temples.
This time, as he was guided into the dream, he found that everything aligned with his memory and had no differences. It seemed as though that nightmare was just a random occurrence, lacking any valuable information.
"President Qin," the priest spoke up at this moment. "The Patriarch came by while I was guiding your dream. The Patriarch asked me to relay a message to you, there are no traces of a curse on you, so there's no need to waste effort on these guided sessions."
"The Patriarch is overwhelmed with countless duties and truly cannot spare the time to meet in person. We kindly ask that you return and rest early."
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