Chapter 2786: Chapter 2781: Thirteen Day Dialogue (38)

Anyone who often goes out knows just how terrifying the power of the phrase "since we’re here anyway" can be.

Along the way, it almost seemed like the entire sanatorium’s focal point was reached, and the main physician’s office was right in front.

No matter the reason for coming here, regardless of the mix of truth and doubt, stopping decisively at such a door carries a bit of peculiarity.

It’s not that it requires great courage to do this, but ’sounding mentally unstable’ seems more appropriate.

Especially since there wasn’t even anyone inside the room; theoretically, entering and leaving doesn’t have any impact.

Even if you don’t want to go in, you could at least open the door to take a peek, slightly satisfying your curiosity?

But after knocking on the door three times, Fu Qian’s hand unexpectedly dropped, showing no intention of finding out what’s inside.

This eventually led to a moment when his fellow traveler, a neurologist with a strong empathy skill, almost felt the urge to act on his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"What’s up? Were you joking earlier? Do you actually want to force me inside?"

The key is that this whole endeavor was his strong recommendation.

To the point that Fu Qian was puzzled at his response and looked over curiously to ask, while his eyes were already red from holding back.

Ding ding ding...

But just as it is said "heaven always leaves a way out", when Wayne Falter nearly had a stroke, a special ringing sound filled the air.

Accompanied by the sound of a door opening.

It was not the main physician’s office door, but rather a deeper location on this floor, looking like a laboratory.

With the door swinging open, several people huddled around a mobile hospital bed came out.

And the special ringing seemed to originate from some item hanging on the bed.

As for who lay on the bed: an elderly patient whose health appeared worrying, seemingly undergoing a medical examination earlier.

It was quite reasonable, as this is indeed the core area of the sanatorium.

Even though few people usually come, standing here for this long makes it unreasonable to expect no one passing by.

No matter how much the main physician treats this place like a playground, the basic operation of the sanatorium still needs to be maintained.

And unlike the others encountered here, from the body on the hospital bed, one could feel the real deterioration of flesh and blood, appearing like a nearly extinguished flame.

But even with this last flicker, Fu Qian still confirmed that the person first looked in this direction.

Indeed, although the main physician’s office was empty, it is undoubtedly the core that cannot be ignored.

As Fu Qian marveled, the three people alongside the elderly patient turned to look over simultaneously.

...

"We should leave now."

Undoubtedly a tense moment, yet for Wayne Falter, it had the opposite effect.

This little interlude eased the suffocating atmosphere.

Having gained brief respite, his thoughts flowed, directly indicating it was about time.

"Indeed, or else it might scare someone."

Fu Qian certainly agreed on this point.

Although the lighting wasn’t great, standing in such a conspicuous spot, the group’s gaze swept straight onto his face with confusion and bewilderment.

From this, it seems you could gather that the rescue of Lady Trish’s companion wasn’t known by everyone, otherwise the reaction should have been greater.

No need to mention, the director’s command of the situation was quite impressive.

Even now, even after spending so much time here and being bumped into.

As long as he turns around directly and leaves, it still shouldn’t cause much of a stir.

"Sorry."

Yet, as the columnist was tactfully turning back, while Wayne Falter’s tension slightly eased, Fu Qian turned around sharply, striding towards the group of doctors and patients.

Fearing that he might not be noticed, he called out directly amidst Wayne Falter’s stunned silence.

"I hope we didn’t scare you?"

...

Seriously? Not saying anything would’ve been fine, saying hello would be what actually scares people?

The air was silent at that moment, but the surroundings seemed to echo this sentiment.

Yet Fu Qian, usually empathetic, seemed unfazed this time, heading right up to the group with a friendly expression.

As he approached, from everyone’s expressions, it was clear they roughly recognized his face.

In the end, not a single greeting was exchanged, instead, amidst mutual glances, someone quietly retreated.

"Were the checks just now?"

Fu Qian wouldn’t mind, especially since most of it stemmed from his own issues.

He exchanged smiles and glances with everyone; his gaze even lingered on the elderly patient’s face, showing concern.

The patient’s clothing was quite loose, revealing large patches of dry skin.

From the bruises and needle marks, it was clear he had been undergoing checks earlier.

Age catching up, even this level of exertion left the patient a bit drained.

"Fu... Qian?"

Shockingly, with eyes barely focusing, and lips trembling pallidly, the elderly patient was the first among the group to respond.

Not only wasn’t it meaningless small talk, he directly uttered a name that left everyone there startled.

...

This must be the legendary "old but still sharp", right?

Clearly in the worst state, yet not only noticed the intruder immediately, but even identified him.

This naturally indicates a situation, that is, during the ’number 1’ time, the columnist had really bothered many people.

Even this elderly gentleman, in such a state, couldn’t escape his interviews.

Perhaps back then, his condition wasn’t this poor?

"Indeed, the weather’s rather nice today, just stepping out for a stroll."

For a moment, Fu Qian sighed lightly, and spontaneously gave a ridiculous reason for his presence there.

"You recovered so quickly, while I’m different..."

Unquestioningly, the old man showed no doubt, seemingly craving this longed-for improvement in his condition.

"Being young is good... If only I could go back to the past—"

Without even paying attention to Fu Qian’s reaction, his gaze settled on himself, and he sincerely sighed about the lost youth.

"He needs rest, best not to disturb."

The lament quickly interrupted, Wayne Falter hurriedly caught up as he had failed earlier to restrain Fu Qian.

Even as he spoke cautionary words about the elderly’s health, he didn’t cast another glance their way.

"Certainly!"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian wouldn’t entertain the advice, huffed lightly, pointing to his own head, complimenting the old man’s good judgment.

"I’ve always said I’m fine, took them so many days, finally convinced."

Lastly, he pointed at Wayne Falter, subtly suggesting he’d transform into a spirited young lad.

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