Special Department.
One-Eyed Man stared blankly at the footage captured by the breakfast shop's security camera. He appeared calm, but inside, he was about to explode.
It was them again.
No mistake, it was related to those two mental patients again.
He pondered whether he should have another "chat" with those two, but every time the thought crossed his mind, a phantom pain shot through his leg.
He still couldn't overcome that hurdle.
"You did a good job this time." One-Eyed Man praised Liu Ying, who was standing before him. Looking at Liu's injuries, he should be resting, yet he was still standing here. This spirit was admirable, worthy of emulation.
Liu Ying smiled, a somewhat obscene smile. He pulled a few teeth from his pocket, opened his mouth to show One-Eyed Man the gaps, and then produced a document.
"Boss, this is a work-related injury. I checked earlier. One dental implant costs twenty thousand yuan. I lost three teeth, so that's sixty thousand. Please sign this so I can get the money."
Before coming to One-Eyed Man's office, he had called the best dental clinic in Yanhai City to inquire about the price.
Since he wasn't paying, he had to get the most expensive option.
"What kind of teeth are so expensive?" One-Eyed Man asked, stunned.
He had undergone surgery because of those two mental patients, even having his hair shaved off. Everyone thought he was suffering from severe hair loss and kept recommending hair growth products. Even then, he hadn't been willing to buy a wig.
Liu Ying smiled. "Dental implants. They're just like real teeth, so naturally, they're a bit more expensive."
One-Eyed Man took the document and examined it carefully. "Alright, fine. Go to the other departments and get the other leaders to sign it first, then I'll sign."
"Boss, they said you can sign it directly," Liu Ying said.
One-Eyed Man waved his hand. "Rules are rules. We have to follow the procedure. Go and get their signatures first, and then I'll sign. You can rest assured about that."
"Fine."
Liu Ying left the office with the document, feeling helpless. Getting these signatures would be difficult. Who knew when they would be available; they were all so busy. Missing even one wouldn't work.
One-Eyed Man sat there, pondering, then skillfully opened a website.
He searched:
Dental implants twenty thousand?
Qing Shan Mental Hospital.
The nurses were going crazy.
Especially Sun Neng, who nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been on night patrol, and the two mental patients had slipped away right under his nose. It was a stain on his professional career.
Security guard Xiao Qi nearly coughed up blood.
I was just sleeping. You nurses are all blind? You can't even watch two grown men? This has nothing to do with me.
Director Hao sat there dejectedly, smoking a cigarette and fiddling with his white hair. He then touched his face. It was a little rough. He was getting old, truly old.
The handsome young man of the past had finally succumbed to the ravages of time.
Or perhaps…
His dedication to the mental hospital had caused him to age prematurely.
Director Hao opened his computer. Two green dots were displayed on the screen, indicating Lin Fan and Zhang's location. Their necklaces contained tracking devices.
His phone rang.
He answered.
"Vice Director Li, what makes you think of calling me?" Director Hao asked cheerfully.
"Director Hao, do you know something big has happened?" Li Laifu's voice wasn't one of alarm, but rather of schadenfreude, as if he was deliberately trying to annoy him.
Director Hao looked at the green dots. They were near Huatian Hospital.
Those little…
They encountered my Qing Shan Mental Hospital patients and didn't send them back, but instead called me pretending to be concerned.
Let's see how I play you.
"I know. I didn't expect you to find out as well."
"Sigh!"
"I heard that you won't be getting the director position. After Director Li retires, someone from out of town will take over as director of Huatian Hospital."
"But how did you know? This is still internal news. It shouldn't have reached you."
Director Hao's tone became serious, with a hint of regret. "Junior Brother Li, don't be too sad. I know you've been eyeing the director position for a long time. But I've inquired about it. The new director will only serve for ten years. After that, the next term will definitely be yours."
On the other end of the phone…
Li Laifu had intended to give Hao Ren a fright, but he hadn't expected Hao Ren to give him one instead.
It messed up his whole mood.
"You're joking."
Li Laifu didn't believe it, but he couldn't deny the panic in his voice. He didn't care about other things, but this was the one thing he cared about most.
"Sigh, I wish I were joking, but that's pretty much what it is. An old friend of mine told me."
"Don't be too upset. It's only ten years. After ten years, you'll definitely be the director."
"Although I'm only the director of Qing Shan Mental Hospital, you know I had a wide network of contacts when I was younger. My friends are all influential people. It's normal for me to know things a bit earlier than you. When the new director arrives, I'll introduce you."
"Hello? Are you listening?"
"Junior Brother Li, are you listening to me?"
Director Hao heard a noise from the other end, as if Li Laifu couldn't accept the blow, collapsing into his chair, his spirit instantly drained. That feeling of powerlessness was truly heartbreaking.
"I'm listening." Li Laifu's voice weakened, and he hung up.
Director Hao smiled.
Did he really believe it?
Although I spoke seriously, how could he believe something like that without concrete evidence?
He stroked his chin.
Could it be that Li Laifu also knows that Hao Ren is a big shot with a wide network of connections?
So he didn't suspect much?
He decided not to dwell on it for now.
The most important thing was to bring Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang back.
He dialed a number.
He instructed the nurses to drive the Qing Shan Mental Hospital van to retrieve them.
This was the first time anyone had escaped from Qing Shan.
It seemed they had developed new tricks. He would have to be more careful in the future.
He took out his research project file.
He wrote:
"New Tricks of Senior Mental Patients"
Huatian Hospital.
Li Laifu sat silently, smoking, his eyes filled with worry, his face pale.
Impossible.
I, Li Laifu, have bled, sweat, and taken the blame for Huatian. My qualifications, my skills, they're all solid. How could someone cut me off like this?
Was he playing me?
But his tone didn't sound like it.
Li Laifu stared at the ceiling.
A deep, steady male voice narrated:
Li Laifu had never imagined such a thing would happen to him. The director position, which he had considered a sure thing, had been snatched away. He didn't know whether what Hao Ren said was true or false, but until the appointment was official, his previously calm heart began to waver. This was the first time Li Laifu had felt so panicked.
He didn't know what to do, but he felt he couldn't just sit idly by.