Chapter 1062 - 803: Good Reputation
The voice was very familiar, Nan Zhubin was certain it was the voice of the man in the suit from earlier.
"Ah——"
And after the roar, the scream that echoed was even more familiar.
It was the curly-haired doctor’s.
Doctor Wen’s face suddenly changed.
"Something’s wrong!"
She said, rushing towards the door, her steps urgent. Doctor Wen was petite, with a face showing undeniable fatigue, but at this moment, she displayed the energy akin to a hundred-meter sprint, even hitting the door frame in her hurry.
But Nan Zhubin was faster than her.
He turned around at the first syllable. He grabbed Doctor Wen who almost fell to the ground from the door frame,
and in a few strides, Nan Zhubin reached the hallway, faced with chaos.
The waiting area patients were as chaotic as a swarm of bees. Parents tightly clutched their children, and elderly patients either covered their mouths or clutched their chests, with a few bold—or perhaps not just bold faces, wandering in various paces around the hallway.
The doors on both sides of the hallway were wide open, and the doctors were peering out, but only just peeking.
"Where is the Director? Where is Director He?"
"The Director is having a meeting in the admin building, call him quickly..."
The psychology department team mostly comprised female doctors and therapists, and even if someone stepped up in such a situation, it was just like trying to stop a chariot with an ant.
In situations like this, prioritizing self-protection and contacting relevant responsible parties is something emphasized repeatedly in internal hospital meetings.
"Damn!" Nan Zhubin vaguely heard an exclamation and looked up, seeing the sociable senior peeking out from the intern’s break room.
The male population was slightly higher among the interns. But before they came, it was repeatedly emphasized by the school that they must not intervene in emergencies and should look for the teaching doctor first opportunity.
Faced with such a situation, even the most passionate students would hesitate for a while.
And at the center of the chaos, the suited man Nan Zhubin saw earlier had one hand raised high, gripping the collar of the curly-haired doctor’s white coat fiercely.
"Tell me the truth! Didn’t you ever actually treat my child?"
The force made the curly-haired doctor stagger half a step forward, her whole body lifted like a small chick, standing on tiptoe.
Her face turned red instantly, and her hands instinctively grabbed the suited man’s wrist, trying to pry it open, but his grip was too strong, her fingers only futilely clawing there.
"What outside institution, what consultant you don’t have here... I think you’re just scamming for money!"
"Speak! Tell me the truth!"
The curly-haired doctor’s lips trembled as if she wanted to speak, but her throat was squeezed by her collar.
No one else dared to approach.
No one else spoke up.
All the commotion turned into information that Nan Zhubin took in at a glance.
Even though the scene was chaotic like a pot of porridge, Nan Zhubin remained calm.
—He didn’t even have a knife.
"Don’t go over there—I’ll call security—" Nan Zhubin heard Doctor Wen’s voice echoing behind him.
Before she finished her words, Nan Zhubin moved already.
"Hey—hey hey hey! Be careful!"
...
The noise at the scene suddenly rose another level, it was unclear who was being warned to be careful.
The suited man, still glaring at the curly-haired doctor, suddenly felt an irresistible force from his side.
He saw a hand reach between his arms and grab the wrist holding the so-called fraud doctor.
The next moment, the thumb of that hand pressed onto a bone point protruding from his wrist. Clearly, the force felt small, but in the next second—
"—Ah!"
The suited man felt as if he had been electrocuted, a pain erupted through his wrist he couldn’t bear.
He instinctively let go of the curly-haired doctor, turned his head, and saw a remarkably memorable face.
—Wasn’t this the patient from the evaluation room earlier?
—Was he angry because I disrupted the consultation?
"You..."
Before the suited man could finish a complete sentence, Nan Zhubin’s right hand had already slipped under his armpit, locking his left wrist from behind.
At the same time, Nan Zhubin’s body turned sideways, his right shoulder pressing against the suited man’s chest, lowering his center of gravity, with his knee against the outer side of the suited man’s thigh.
Exerting force.
—Bang.
Though on a tiled floor, Nan Zhubin intentionally cushioned the impact. Even so, the suited man was in so much pain that he had no time to even scream.
"...Damn!" The sociable senior on the side practically jumped.
If Chonghui were here, he might be even more excited.
The suited man on the ground had his arm completely locked, his body bent in an unnatural arc, face flushed red, thrashing like a fish out of water.
But Nan Zhubin’s weight was pressing on his hip, rendering all his struggles futile.
"Ah... brother, wait, brother..." The suited man still hadn’t comprehended the situation.
"Don’t move," Nan Zhubin said calmly, "I’ll let you go when security arrives."
Thump—smack—sizzle—
The sounds of limbs, shoes, clothes, and the floor rubbing and clashing created various odd noises.
The suited man continued to struggle, but it was futile.
In the tangled—rather Nan Zhubin’s unilateral restraint—there were a few seconds of silence in the hallway.
"Hello? Hello?"
The phone rang out, perhaps because the previous environment was too chaotic, it was on speakerphone. At this moment, the sound was quite clear in the hallway.
Doctor Wen held the curly-haired doctor, momentarily forgetting to respond to Director He on the other end of the call; the curly-haired doctor, in Doctor Wen’s embrace, was staring intently at Nan Zhubin.