Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Exclusivity

“Where did you go? You’re so busy when I’m not around? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” Rao Chen had been waiting for over two hours and was already impatient.

He Lang’s mouth twitched. He felt relieved that Rao Chen hadn’t stormed off to find him directly and quickly changed the subject. “It’s been so long. Have you eaten? Have you changed your dressing?”

Rao Chen brushed off his questions with a few perfunctory remarks and clung to He Lang. It had been a while since they had been intimate. With half his injuries healed, his body and mind were already eager, wishing he could stick to He Lang for 24 hours a day.

Unfortunately, after a simple lunch together, He Lang glanced at his watch and hesitantly pulled away. “I need to accompany a patient for a check-up later. Behave yourself.”

Rao Chen’s smile froze for a moment. He asked, puzzled, “What patient? Aren’t you my exclusive doctor?”

He remembered clearly what this man had promised him. Not long ago, He Lang said he wouldn’t attend to anyone else anymore. Was it just empty words to make him happy?

He Lang fell silent for a moment before speaking again in a soft, almost pleading tone. “This patient is important. I’m making an exception just this once—only this once.”

“Room 303?” Rao Chen asked. He Lang didn’t respond, but Rao Chen had already guessed the answer.

While waiting earlier, he had asked around. The office assistant explained that the patient’s family had paid a substantial amount to the institution, so they were providing top-tier care.

Rao Chen remained silent, secretly fuming.

How was this any different from when he first arrived? Back then, He Lang had been so patient and attentive with him. Was he now doing the same for someone else?

Sensing Rao Chen’s lingering discontent, He Lang decided to take him back to his own room, arranging for a nurse to administer a sedative drip to help him rest and recover.

“Take a nap or play some games. I’ll come back in the evening to have dinner with you, okay?”

He Lang kissed his forehead, pinched his cheek, and gave him a reassuring smile before leaving the room after ensuring everything was fine.

However, not long after he left, a shadow passed over Rao Chen’s face.

He touched the spot on his forehead where He Lang had kissed him, savoring the lingering warmth for a moment before pulling out the IV needle without hesitation. Barefoot, he jumped off the bed and walked out of the room.

What patient could be so important? More important than him? He wasn’t a naive child who could be pacified so easily… He would make that person understand this.

Rao Chen made his way to the VIP ward with practiced ease. The door to the room was wide open, and a group of people bustled around the patient, expressing concern. Among them was He Lang.

Rao Chen’s eyes widened slightly, taking in every detail of the scene.

Watching He Lang personally examine the patient, place a thermometer under his arm, and even gently place a hand on his forehead to feel his temperature, Rao Chen’s chest burned with a mix of itchiness and bitterness.

It was such a simple act of care, but he couldn’t bear seeing He Lang extend even a shred of warmth to someone else.

He had believed that the gentle expression and cherished gaze He Lang showed were his alone. But now he realized others could so easily receive the same treatment. Why?

Once the crowd dispersed and the caretaker left to fetch hot water, Rao Chen reappeared. His eyes were dark and ominous, like a bottomless abyss, and his presence exuded an unsettling chill.

He noticed a trolley cart left by a careless nurse. Toying with the instruments on it, he fixed his gaze on the patient lying peacefully on the bed. His expression darkened.

Sleeping so soundly, huh? And with He Lang personally soothing you to sleep, no less. How fortunate—and infuriating.

Rao Chen picked up a syringe, staring at its cold, gleaming needle. A wave of impulsiveness surged within him.

His uncle had told him that sometimes, achieving the desired outcome required being ruthless.

Without hesitation, Rao Chen grasped the patient’s wrist and, in one swift motion, injected air into his veins.

The patient jolted awake in pain, trying to cry out, but Rao Chen quickly gagged him with a piece of cloth. His limbs flailed helplessly, eyes bulging in terror.

When their panicked gazes met, the patient was met with Rao Chen’s innocent smile—like a mischievous child playing a prank. The patient’s eyes rolled back as his body went limp, his wrist falling lifelessly to the side.

Rao Chen let out a relieved sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips.

They were right. He was indeed a lunatic.

…

When He Lang received the shocking news of the patient’s death, he was stunned.

He had just finished work and was ready to spend time with Rao Chen, only to be confronted with this. Listening to the nurse’s incoherent report, he frowned in disbelief, shaking his head. “I need to see this for myself.”

As he donned his coat and tried to leave, Rao Chen clung to him, pouting in displeasure at being interrupted.

“What’s there to see? They said the person’s already dead,” Rao Chen blurted impatiently.

He Lang froze mid-step and turned to look at him sternly.

Rao Chen’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked his unease with a casual smile, waving him off. “Alright, alright. Go ahead then.”

Suppressing the odd feeling in his chest, He Lang hurried to the ward to hear the doctors’ findings.

The cause of death was air embolism. Based on the puncture marks and bruising on the patient’s wrist, over ten milliliters of air had been injected into their veins, causing an immediate circulatory blockage and vascular necrosis.

The culprit could be anyone—a nurse, a doctor, or even another patient in the sanatorium. Investigating would take time, but the agitated family wouldn’t wait. He Lang’s priority was to appease them.

This kind of incident would undoubtedly cause widespread panic in the sanatorium. He Lang even considered fabricating the cause of death.

As countless worries weighed on his mind, Rao Chen appeared in high spirits. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?”

He Lang closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and rubbed his throbbing temples. He didn’t hide the truth. “It’s that patient in Room 303. Their family hired a top lawyer and is threatening to sue us. The sanatorium is holding an emergency meeting soon to discuss a response.”

Rao Chen raised an eyebrow and gently smoothed the furrow between He Lang’s brows. “Don’t stress about it.”

“This is serious. How can I not stress?” He Lang opened his eyes, frowning even more.

Rao Chen chuckled lightly, his tone relaxed. “You have me. Why stress? Isn’t spending time with me more important?”

With that, the exhausted He Lang was pulled into bed by Rao Chen. Even in his sleep, his face remained troubled.

The next morning, He Lang woke to find the spot beside him cold. Rao Chen had left early. Strangely, the troublesome family had also disappeared, and the sanatorium was peaceful again, as if the chaos of the previous day had been nothing more than a bad dream.

Reflecting on Rao Chen’s words from the previous day, He Lang had a sudden realization. Somehow, Rao Chen must have handled it.

Relieved, He Lang couldn’t help but marvel at the power of influence.

When he tried to delve deeper into the matter, Rao Chen told him that all records related to the patient in Room 303 had been erased—admission records, caregiver notes, and even the attending physician’s records. He told He Lang to forget about the person entirely and kept him so occupied that he had no time to think about it further.

Although He Lang felt something was amiss, Rao Chen’s serious demeanor also seemed like a warning. Trusting his instincts, He Lang chose not to pursue the matter.

He had thought that peace would return to Yuan Kang, but not long after, Rao Chen’s worsening behavior stirred up another storm.

The sanatorium had many female nurses, and He Lang, devoted to his work and rarely leaving the premises, naturally attracted their attention. His disinterest in women and professional demeanor only fueled rumors that he was single.

Some young nurses couldn’t help but develop feelings for him.

He was approachable, well-spoken, and, despite his high position, never acted superior. It was easy to see why people admired him.

Unfortunately, Rao Chen frequently ran between his own ward and He Lang’s office. In doing so, he inevitably overheard things.

While passing the pharmacy, he encountered two nurses chatting while picking up medication. Initially, he paid them no attention until he caught a certain name mentioned. Stopping in his tracks, he eavesdropped.

“Director Mo is not even thirty yet. He’s so young, tall, and handsome, with a perfect temperament and personality. He speaks so gently, and talking to him is simply a pleasure. Just one glance from him and I feel weak to my bones,” a clear and crisp female voice said with a hint of excitement.

Rao Chen wholeheartedly agreed with her opinion, but he believed that he alone should know just how gentle Mo truly was.

Another voice, more casual, replied, “Exactly. He might seem a bit distant, but he’s actually very gentle. By the way, Yafang, have you already developed feelings for him? What’s that on your phone? Did you get his number?”

The excited tone made Rao Chen clench his teeth.

“Yes, tonight I’m planning to ask him out for dinner or maybe send him a message… Just to see how he feels about me,” the woman called Yafang responded shyly, her bashfulness practically visible.

The nurse who was about to reply suddenly froze, her eyes catching sight of the man standing at the doorway with a dark and brooding expression. She shuddered and quickly waved her hand. “Yafang, let’s stop chatting. I need to give a patient an injection, so I’ll go first.”

Watching her flee in panic, Rao Chen let out a cold laugh and turned to the woman who was left standing there, frozen in place. “Nurse, what were you two just talking about?” he asked.

Embarrassed by his appearance, the woman hesitated, unsure of what to do. Glancing at his hospital gown, she cautiously asked, “Are you a patient in the VIP ward? Do you need me to help you back to your room to rest?”

Narrowing his eyes, Rao Chen concealed the darkness in them and nodded as if nothing were wrong, smiling faintly. “Sure.”

As the woman carefully took his arm to support him, his expression suddenly changed. Moving with swift precision, he grabbed her throat, expertly locking her airway. In just a few moves, he had her completely subdued.

Author’s note: Wicked.