Chapter 4 Struggle For A Hospital Bed

"I can finally relax now that you're awake," Ye Ting said. Ye Ting had gone to the ward to change a patient's medication, but instead found Chen Ming covered in blood on the floor. Startled, she rushed to lift Chen Ming into the ward and quickly bandaged his wounds. Despite the situation, Chen Ming's face was filled with joy. He had just inherited the skills of the Ghost Eye Doctor, which meant he could now cure his sister's illness. "Thank you so much," Chen Ming said, glancing at Ye Ting's name tag. "I owe you a meal when I get the chance." With that, he got out of bed and headed towards his sister's ward. However, he was interrupted by the sound of a woman arguing. "Is this hospital insane? Allowing a comatose patient to occupy a bed is a waste!" "Get this person out of the bed immediately!" "If the old man has nowhere to rest, heads will roll in this hospital!" Hearing the commotion, Chen Ming hastened his steps. Upon entering the ward, he saw someone attempting to remove his sister's IV drip. "Why bother treating someone who's practically dead?" "Stop!" Chen Ming shouted, rushing forward to intervene. "What do you think you're doing?" the woman snapped, visibly annoyed. Chen Ming turned to the doctor beside him and demanded, "Reinsert the IV drip for my sister." Realizing he was the patient's relative, the woman sneered, "Do you need something?" Chen Ming turned to face her, noticing her extravagant attire and expensive accessories. "Since you're the patient's family, it's simple," Liu Rumei said, pulling out a wad of cash. "Here's ten thousand in cash. Now give me the bed." "No," Chen Ming retorted, unimpressed by her arrogance. Enraged, Liu Rumei warned, "You better step aside. The Lin family's influence in Xingyi City is not to be underestimated. Crossing us will lead to your downfall." Before she could continue, footsteps approached the ward. A stern middle-aged man, pushing a wheelchair, entered with an elderly man in tow. The doctors in the room tensed up at the sight. Liu Rumei approached the middle-aged man, whispering, "Zhenhua, Feng Lao from Xingyi City is here to visit father. Is the bed ready?" The middle-aged man remained composed as he scanned the room. "There's a girl in a coma on the bed. We're negotiating with her family to vacate it for father," Liu Rumei explained, shooting a glare at Chen Ming. Ignoring her, Chen Ming focused on the elderly man in the wheelchair. "His condition is beyond help due to improper treatment. Prepare for his funeral immediately, or it will be too late." A purple glint flashed in Chen Ming's eyes as he used his ghostly vision to assess the old man's illness. Liu Rumei erupted in anger at his words. "You little rascal, how dare you curse my father!" Nevertheless, Chen Ming was not speaking without reason. He observed that the elderly man's physique was well-built, clearly indicating years of martial arts practice, and he had even perfected the art of breathing exercises to enhance his physical strength. However, at that moment, a dark mist was swirling in his abdomen. It was probable that his breathing technique had been disturbed, resulting in a sudden loss of strength and difficulty breathing. Even the slightest alteration could result in suffocation and ultimately death.