C1 Sending a Sports Car for a Few Million Yuan!

In the crisp early autumn at the Zluftin Detention Center, the heavy iron gate slowly opened a crack, and a young man emerged, his scalp freshly shaven, carrying a travel bag and clad in jeans.

"Tang Ye, stepping through this gate marks the start of a new chapter in your life. Remember my words: no matter what the future holds, never set foot in this place again," the middle-aged instructor said, standing firmly at the door, giving Tang Ye's shoulder a firm pat. His gaze was filled with sincerity.

Truth be told, the past three years hadn't been too bad in the detention center.

Still, to reassure the instructor who had placed such great expectations on him, Tang Ye rubbed his bald head, looked up at the long-missed brilliant sunshine, and with a knowing smile, assured him, "Don't worry, I won't be coming back."

Tang Ye was a good-looking guy, nearly six feet tall. When he first arrived at the detention center, he was one thing: skinny. Painfully skinny. So much so that 'handsome' seemed out of reach.

But over three years, even the detention center staff were baffled by his transformation. How did he manage to become more and more attractive?

It was a pleasant sight, this appeal that had little to do with looks. According to Tang Ye, it was all about the aura. While others might grow timid after three years inside, Tang Ye had done just the opposite. From timid to strikingly handsome.

His cool demeanor coupled with his good looks was a winning combination.

"Tang Ye, from now on... try not to trouble the young ladies, alright?" the instructor said with heartfelt concern, then turned and went inside, closing the gate firmly behind him.

Half an hour later, a taxi pulled up in front of the Zluftin Rehabilitation Hospital.

Tang Ye, with his travel bag in tow, stepped out and made a beeline for the inpatient department, timing his arrival perfectly with the doctor's rounds.

In ward 21, Wang Hao, the thirty-year-old doctor who had recently been promoted to head of the department, was reviewing a patient's chart, flanked by a nurse and an intern, all maintaining a respectful silence around him. Wang Hao's new position carried significant weight. Just yesterday, it was rumored that he had reprimanded a senior doctor, who was promptly reassigned to an outpatient clinic in a branch hospital.

The new director, Wang Hao, certainly carries an air of authority. I heard that just yesterday, during rounds, a senior doctor contradicted him and was promptly given a hard time by Wang Hao, who reassigned him to the outpatient department of a branch clinic that very day.

"Cough!" Wang Hao cleared his throat after reviewing the patient files.

The interns and the attending nurse instinctively straightened their backs.

"Weren't you all notified this morning to discontinue the medication for this patient? Why wasn't it done? Do you realize how scarce hospital beds are right now? Remove this old man's oxygen and notify the morgue to come collect him."

Upon hearing Wang Hao's order to remove the oxygen, the young nurse on the periphery of the room instinctively wanted to object.

The young nurse was well-liked, and the head nurse quickly tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to avoid confrontation, while casting a sympathetic glance at the gaunt old man sunk into the hospital bed.

The old man had been admitted to the hospital four years prior, reportedly the head of an orphanage with hepatic encephalopathy. He was already in a coma when he arrived. A young man used to visit him regularly, but hadn't been seen for the past three years. Nevertheless, the family had been consistently paying the hospital fees until they stopped a week ago.

A hospital isn't a charity; doctors and nurses need to be paid. Without the payment of hospital fees, the hospital could, in theory, choose not to provide treatment.

But to directly remove an oxygen tube... that's not a question of ethics or reason.

That's murder!

The young nurse didn't know what others might do, but she was certain she couldn't allow such an act to occur on her watch.

She didn't want to see her colleagues become murderers.

"Director Wang, this isn't right... What if the patient's family comes? How will we explain it to them? Besides, the patient isn't dead yet, he's just... just..." The young nurse began bravely, but Wang Hao's intimidating stare quickly diminished her voice to a whisper.

Her eyes, wide and brimming with tears, were filled with genuine fear, the kind that threatened to spill over at any moment.

"Director Wang, this approach is problematic. If the patient's family arrives, how will we justify our actions? Moreover, the patient hasn't passed away; he's merely..." The young nurse tried to voice her concerns, but the force of Wang Hao's gaze made her voice fade to a near inaudible level.