Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 139: Healing Town (16)

"Of course, let's go down to the basement first."

Since I've managed to bribe the guards, now I need to confirm if my suspicions are correct.

In reality, according to conventional logic, finding all the organs should be enough to complete the mission.

This was stated in the hints upon entering this scenario: completing the mission means successful completion.

However, is it possible there's a hidden storyline? For example, sending all these old people, waiting for organ transplants for salvation, straight to hell? Bai Liang wasn't sure about that.

"Alright!"

Fang Zhiyi nodded, then glanced at the wheelchair standing nearby and asked:

"Sir, will you walk yourself or prefer to ride in the wheelchair?"

Bai Liang chuckled:

"I do mind, I absolutely do!" Fang Zhiyi sighed inwardly. She learned her lesson: next time, don't ask unnecessary questions, or you'll punish yourself.

"Wait!"

As Bai Liang settled into the wheelchair, a thought suddenly struck him.

Fang Zhiyi looked at him with confusion:

"What happened?"

"Where did that Director go?" A hint of apprehension appeared in Bai Liang's voice, and his gaze turned serious.

He realized he had overlooked a crucial detail that might prevent him from achieving the highest completion rank.

"The Director?" Fang Zhiyi pondered, then shook her head:

"Sir, I didn't pay attention, but most likely, after he received the money, he just went back home to enjoy life."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Of course. Ya'an Hospital is famous throughout the town, and the Director is a highly respected doctor. Patients are constantly visiting his home; I even went there once myself," Fang Zhiyi replied confidently.

She looked at Bai Liang's face, which had grown slightly more serious, and couldn't help but ask:

"Are you asking this to seek treatment from him?"

"I'm healthy, but there are indeed some matters related to him," Bai Liang replied, shaking his head.

At that moment, the entire structure of events in Healing Town began to gradually clarify, and Bai Liang understood what he needed to do.

Finding his organs was a secondary task. It was merely the basic requirement to pass the level, the simplest way to complete the mission. However, such an approach would only yield a minimal passing score.

If Bai Liang's thoughts remained focused solely on finding organs, he definitely wouldn't be able to achieve the highest ranking.

The Capitalists in the VIP wards, who were willing to do anything to survive, that was already the next level of information. If he could deal with them, half of this level's key mysteries would be unveiled!

But most importantly, it was the Director with his minimal "presence."

He was the true instigator of all events, the hidden puppeteer who helped carry out these dark dealings and then fled with the money!

No wonder he reacted so actively and willingly to the offer to buy the hospital, all while minimizing his "presence." Even when Bai Liang questioned him directly, the Director deliberately shifted Bai Liang's attention to the patients in the VIP ward.

"How dangerous that was..." Realizing all this, Bai Liang exhaled with relief. He immediately turned to Fang Zhiyi with an instruction:

"Find the Director and keep an eye on him. Under no circumstances should you let him escape!"

"Sir..." Hearing Bai Liang's words, Fang Zhiyi slightly furrowed her brows, but then immediately smoothed them out, as if understanding something.

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Translation successful!

Looking at the translation information on the watch screen, Fang Zhiyi said seriously:

"I will flawlessly carry out your instruction, Sir. From this moment on, if the Director is not at home, it will be a professional failure on my part. I guarantee it with my career!"

Have money? Then everything's simpler.

If there's money, even a high-ranking Director can be kept under control, let alone binding all the town's residents.

Fang Zhiyi didn't act personally; instead, she used a pager to contact someone and instruct them to keep an eye on the Director.

"You have an entire organization?" Bai Liang asked curiously, hearing her words.

Fang Zhiyi nodded:

"Of course. I'm just a commander of a small unit in our security company. We specialize in protecting the safety of our clients. All the bodyguards in this hospital are employees of our company."

Bai Liang nodded, indicating he understood. It was now clear why Fang Zhiyi carried out her work so quickly and professionally – an entire security system stood behind her.

Fang Zhiyi led Bai Liang out of the ward and into the corridor. He briefly glanced at the closed VIP wards, then, looking away, told her:

"Tell the four deputy directors: find a way to send all the patients from these wards to hell!"

"Oh, and add this: it doesn't matter how quickly they die. The main thing is that they experience enough pain before death. Understood?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyi fell silent for a moment.

She felt as if she was seeing the real Bai Liang for the first time. This wasn't a person, but some kind of lord of death.

Although those people truly deserved death, ensuring they experienced enough pain before dying was beyond her capabilities.

But the deputy directors would certainly carry out the order. For career or for money it didn't matter.

The death of a group of patients was a perfectly normal occurrence in a hospital.

"Alright, Sir, I'll inform them," Fang Zhiyi finally nodded.

Using the elevator, Bai Liang and Fang Zhiyi descended to the basement.

In his hands, Bai Liang held a first aid kit, and inside the kit was a chicken. If an unforeseen situation arose, he intended to sacrifice this chicken first.

However, no sooner had they exited the elevator than the adjacent one also opened.

Zhou Hong stepped out of it. His face looked better than yesterday, as if he had recovered some lost organ.

Seeing Bai Liang, Zhou Hong said with "surprise":

"Brother, you're here too?"

"Yes," Bai Liang nodded, then asked:

"Is your mission also on this level?"

Zhou Hong understood what Bai Liang meant by "mission," and immediately replied with a smile:

"Yes, I wanted to come here yesterday, but I wasn't sure. Today, I decided to try again."

"By the way, you seem to have found a way to earn money?" Zhou Hong suddenly asked, as if recalling something.

"You could say that," Bai Liang nodded, observing what Zhou Hong was plotting.

Zhou Hong's eyes lit up, and pushing his wheelchair, he rolled closer:

"I have a few leads. Perhaps we could exchange information?"

"How can I be sure your leads are true?" Bai Liang looked at him with a slight note of distrust. "If you don't tell me one for verification, I can't be sure you're not deceiving me."

A flicker of doubt crossed Zhou Hong's eyes, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, but you must promise that after you confirm the truthfulness of the first lead, you'll tell me a way to earn money!"

"You can be absolutely sure. My reputation is trustworthy," Bai Liang replied with a serious expression. "If you doubt me, you can ask around. My shop on the exchange is successful thanks to two words: honesty and conscience!"