The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 899 - 899 898 Curse

899: Chapter 898 Curse 899: Chapter 898 Curse Although Wang Cong’s body looked small and frail, he had trained in black belt martial arts.

Earlier, he refrained from striking out because he didn’t want to lose his gentlemanly demeanor in front of the Little Nurse.

Now, having been humiliated several times in front of Wang Dadong, he had long wanted to teach him a lesson.

“What?

Thinking about a fight?” Wang Dadong teased, looking at Wang Cong.

“Don’t be impulsive; it’ll be a problem if you hurt someone,” Chen Bowen quickly stepped in to mediate as he saw both men about to exchange blows.

Wang Dadong had cured Li Huan, proving his medical skills were far superior to Chen Bowen and the other three Ghost Doctors.

However, Chen knew Wang Dadong’s real expertise lay in beating people up.

Forget a mere black belt—if the world champion boxer came here, they’d probably be pounded into the ground looking for their teeth.

After all, Wang Dadong was a former Divine Shield member.

“Old Chen, don’t stop me today.

I just want to teach this insignificant bumpkin a little respect.

I won’t hurt him,” Wang Cong said, his frustration evident.

He had always disliked Wang Dadong, and now the girl he fancied had turned out to be Wang Dadong’s sister, even speaking up on his behalf.

His anger boiled over, he couldn’t listen anymore.

With a leap, he raised his fist and aimed it at Wang Dadong’s face.

But as soon as his feet left the ground, a sharp pain exploded on his face, and his body was violently sent flying.

Chen Bowen sighed and said, “Researcher Wang, what I meant was, it’d be bad for *you* to get hurt.”

Wang Cong spat out two huge mouthfuls of blood along with a couple of molars.

Hearing Chen Bowen’s comment, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot from sheer anger.

“Young friend, why get worked up over him?

He’s just… a coward,” Sun Siwen, the second Ghost Doctor, said, feeling inexplicable satisfaction at Wang Cong’s beating.

“Alright, everyone, stop messing around.

Now that everyone’s here, let’s check on the patients.

Another few dozen people have died in just two days,” Chen Bowen said.

The group nodded in agreement.

“Have you figured out what disease it is?” Wang Dadong asked.

Initially, he hadn’t planned to get involved in this round of treatment, but given how strange the situation had proved, he doubted the four Ghost Doctors could resolve it.

Chen Bowen shook his head, his expression somber.

“We arrived half a day earlier than you.

We collected data from over a hundred patients.

This disease…

it’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen or heard of.”

“Oh?

Have you found out anything from the tests?” Wang Dadong asked again.

“Precisely because we found nothing, we’re saying it’s unprecedented,” the Ghost Doctors responded in unison, shaking their heads.

Usually, any illness would show some impact on the patient’s body.

However, tests on patients afflicted with the strange disease in Donghao Town revealed their physiological data were exactly the same as healthy individuals!

Even the four renowned Ghost Doctors were baffled, suggesting this was indeed an extremely rare condition.

“What do you think?” Wang Dadong turned to Leng Ningshuang, who had remained silent.

Leng Ningshuang shook her head, signaling that she didn’t have an answer either.

Even though she was proficient in blending Huaxia traditional medicine with Western medicine, she had never encountered symptoms like these.

With no one able to discern the problem, Wang Dadong decided not to jump to conclusions and resolved to check the patients himself.

They were in a prison where the cells served as quarantine rooms.

Entering one of the isolation cells, they found five patients, each representing progression from day one to day five of the disease.

Wang Dadong used his Inner Strength to probe the patients’ bodies.

Initially, his findings coincided with the diagnoses of the Ghost Doctors—these individuals showed no abnormalities.

But when his Inner Strength reached their Baihui acupoint, he finally discovered an anomaly.

Inside the patients’ brains, there was a tumor!

“They have tumors in their heads!” Wang Dadong announced his findings.

As soon as Wang Dadong finished speaking, Wang Cong burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Wang Dadong frowned, starting to grow irritated with this annoying pest.

“Are you questioning the four Ghost Doctors?

If it were truly a tumor, how could they not detect it?” Wang Cong said mockingly.

Indeed, given the Ghost Doctors’ unparalleled expertise, they could diagnose the presence of a tumor in a patient’s body even without advanced imaging equipment like an MRI.

Moreover, it seemed implausible that so many people could simultaneously develop tumors.

Chen Bowen waved his hand, motioning Wang Cong to stop talking.

Then he turned to Wang Dadong and asked, “Young friend, are you certain it’s a tumor?”

Wang Dadong nodded and replied, “It’s definitely a tumor…

but the shape of the tumor is very peculiar—almost like a human face.”

“A human face?” Everyone was puzzled and bewildered.

It was the first time they’d heard of a tumor having a distinct shape.

Under the perception of Inner Strength, the shape of the tumor was vividly clear in Wang Dadong’s mind.

It resembled a human head, though it didn’t entirely look like one.

The “hair” on the head wasn’t like ordinary hair; instead, they looked like clusters of small finger-thick snakes.

Wang Dadong attempted to attack the tumor using his Inner Strength but failed.

The thing seemed like a bottomless pit; no matter how much Inner Strength he directed at it, it disappeared without effect.

“Young friend, what exactly have you discovered?” Sun Siwen asked curiously.

Wang Dadong explained, “The patients’ bodies show no abnormal conditions, but in the center of their foreheads, there’s a tumor.

The tumor takes the shape of a human head—specifically, a woman’s head.”

“Oh, it’s a rather beautiful woman,” Wang Dadong added with a hint of humor.

Everyone exchanged doubtful glances, confused by this bizarre phenomenon—who had ever heard of sick people developing human-head-shaped tumors in their foreheads?

“Are all the patients the same?” Chen Bowen asked, his brow furrowed.

Wang Dadong nodded.

“Yes.”

“That’s strange indeed.

No one’s ever encountered symptoms like this,” the Ghost Doctors finally admitted they were completely out of ideas.

“Could it be a curse?” Xue Shaoqi suddenly suggested as everyone was racking their brains.

She was fond of reading supernatural novels and instinctively connected the ailment to the idea of a curse.

Wang Dadong’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

Indeed, during his time in the South Seas, he had encountered Sorcerers who specialized in casting malevolent curses.

“That’s right, it could very well be a curse!”

“A curse?

Hah, bumpkin, have you been watching too many TV dramas?” Wang Cong seized the opportunity to ridicule Wang Dadong.

But Wang Dadong simply sneered.

There were countless inexplicable phenomena in this world.

If even the dead could undergo resurrection, then why couldn’t there be such things as curses?

He had already decided Wang Cong was like a rabid dog—one that yapped at everyone.

Dealing with him was simply beneath his dignity.

“Now think, everyone.

Are there any curses known to make the victims’ entire bodies stiffen and eventually turn into stone?”

After Wang Dadong’s inquiry, nearly everyone responded in unison with one phrase: “Medusa’s Gaze!”