I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 137 - 137 136. On-duty Memorandum_1

Chapter 137: 136. On-duty Memorandum_1 Chapter 137: 136. On-duty Memorandum_1 “Du Danping’s Melody Shard?”

Lu Ban felt as if all the surroundings were fleeting with the wind, and everything reverted to its original living room appearance.

He checked his task.

He had a thirty-day deadline; within this period, Lu Ban had to enter Nanhua Private Renji Hospital and spend a night there, surviving until the next day.

Moreover, because a sub-mission was triggered, Lu Ban also needed to find Du Danping’s Melody Shard in the hospital to complete it.

“At the time of Du Danping’s incident, this hospital should have just been established for a short while and was still in its prime. Hmm, given Du Danping’s status, his medical treatment there seems quite normal.”

Lu Ban returned to his computer and murmured to himself as he looked at the document that Song Yunyan had sent him.

It hadn’t occurred to him that not only would he miss out on having a meal with the old squad leader during the October holiday, but he would also have to take on a part-time job as a demolition worker, dealing with the trouble of an abandoned hospital.

“Here are all the archival records and documents of Nanhua Private Renji Hospital. Anyway, continue to read through them all first.”

Lu Ban glanced at the living room, where stacks of filing bags piled up like small hills, all filled with the hospital’s records.

These included financial accounts, inventory records, medical documents, and duty memos, among others.

These were from an era before computers were common and were early records, while Lu Ban’s computer contained even more records from after computers became common.

Just reviewing these records took up two weeks of Lu Ban’s time.

By mid-October, the weather had turned cold, and the streaming views of Lu Ban’s movie had surpassed one hundred million, bringing him an income that had already broken ten million. He spent most of his time researching the archives of Nanhua Private Renji Hospital and only went out to buy the apartment he was living in now through an agent.

The real estate prices in Jiangcheng weren’t cheap, but a standard one-bedroom apartment in this kind of complex could be had for less than three million. Lu Ban paid for it in full.

After all, with so many friends in the house, Lu Ban was not only unwilling to leave them, but he also worried they might not adapt well to new tenants, so he considerately purchased the place.

These days, it was rare to find someone like Lu Ban who would go to great lengths for friends.

In the days when the hairy crabs were plump and the weather was starting to become slightly cool, Lu Ban set aside the files in his hands.

“The hospital’s operations are mostly unproblematic, and while there’s the possibility of cooked books, at least on the surface, it’s all fine.”

This hospital, established jointly by the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, foreign enterprises, and local businessmen, was initially considered a foreign hospital, mainly for treating foreigners. Only later did it begin servicing locals. Lu Ban noticed that the hospital’s charges were indeed about thirty percent higher than public ones, not very cost-effective.

“It’s just, some of these records are rather curious.”

In Lu Ban’s hands was a filing bag containing several duty nurses’ memos.

If he remembered correctly, this filing bag was the one previously found in a crevice in the wall, as if someone had stuffed it there to keep it from being found.

The memo contained mostly normal content, with a few exceptions.

For instance… Lu Ban flipped to an entry from July 2005.

“The head of the department instructed us to be alert during our night shift because the condition of the patient in Room 502 was quite severe, so we needed to pay extra attention. I remember there was a foreign old man staying there whose condition indeed didn’t look good. He’d been rushed to the emergency room twice already, and it seemed that he could pass away at any time. The fifth floor is the intensive care ward, and his was the most serious case there.”

“At midnight, I began my routine patrol, flashlight in hand, inspecting the wards. My habit was to take the elevator to the fifth floor and then work my way down, as that was the most convenient. When I reached the fifth floor, I went first to check on Room 502. The old man was sleeping, and he looked okay, so I continued to check the other areas. When I was about to go downstairs, however, I noticed that the light was on in the room at the end of the hallway.”

“I found it strange. Patients in the intensive care ward usually can’t get out of bed, so who would be turning on the light at this hour? At first, I thought there was an electrical issue, so I went straight over to take a look.”

“Then I saw that the old man from Room 502 was actually standing in the room at the end of the hallway. He stood by a hospital bed, staring at the blanket on it, unmoving.”

“I felt a chill run down my spine, so I asked him why he hadn’t gone to sleep yet. He heard me, turned his head to look at me, and raised his hand in a wave.”

“It’s hard to describe the feeling, but the way he waved, it was like he was a puppet being manipulated by strings, very unnatural. His complexion was also terrible, ashen and dark, almost like a dead person.”

“I told him to rest early, and then I immediately turned and left the room. I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time; I was dazed and didn’t even remember how I checked the rest of the floors. By the time I came to my senses, I was already back at the nurse’s station.”

“It wasn’t until then that I remembered Room 502 is next to the elevator; the room at the end of the hallway should be Room 510, and besides, Room 510 has been unoccupied for years. How could the old man, who could barely walk, have gotten to Room 510, and even waved at me?”

This memo was written by He Bishong, who, according to the records, worked as a nurse at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital from 2005 to 2009 before transferring to the municipal people’s hospital. He died last year from gastric cancer.

“It reads like a horror story, such a record existing in an official file.”

Lu Ban commented.

The records before and after this one were normal, mostly about patrol situations and the condition of patients that night. Only this entry was narrative in style and had stains on the pages, as if something had been smeared on them.

Lu Ban had checked the patient admission and discharge records and knew that He Bishong, the nurse mentioned at the time, was referring to an old man named Robert from Room 502, who was a major shareholder in a foreign corporation. Four days after this diary entry, Robert had surgery and was safely discharged. Of course, according to online records, the old man ultimately could not escape the fate of death, passing away from illness three years after his discharge.

“However, according to the description, this old man was in critical condition when he was admitted. It’s surprising that he could be saved… Considering what was mentioned in the mission about a secret of life and death at the end of the corridor, could it be that this room has the power to heal others?”

Lu Ban speculated.

However, such extraordinary powers as reviving the dead and healing the body are quite rare in this world, and even in those foreign domains, such powers usually come with a price.

So, what was the price for this hospital?

Lu Ban continued flipping through the records and came across a second slightly eerie duty memo.

It was an entry from February 2009.

“The days are getting colder, and during the night shift, no matter how high we turn up the heating in the nurse’s station, it doesn’t feel warm, not to mention when going on patrol. However, when I was on duty patrolling yesterday, I encountered something bizarre.”