Chapter 56: The Black Dragon Betrays, Feasting While Reclining

A deputy chief of department, after being removed from his high social position, lost his last shield of protection. A group of men in black dragged him roughly into the operating room, and those wielding scalpels were his former colleagues in medicine.

Sympathy, reluctance, indifference, schadenfreude…

It was not a matter of if vengeance would come, but when. Strike when the time is right, then stop—otherwise, you risk your life.

Thus, from the operating room, came screams even more harrowing than those of a slaughtered pig.

Outside.

Doctors from other departments looked over a roughly compiled list, the black ink on white paper making their lips twitch. Their gazes toward the operating room were filled with the kind of fury that only the wronged dead could muster, unable to rest until he’d been torn limb from limb.

Those present saw the still-living victims of his malfeasance, and the names of patients who had already died. Back then, they hadn’t understood how such ordinary illnesses in his department could so often end in death. No wonder there had been so many fatalities in recent years.

Since he had taken up the position of deputy chief, the hospital’s reputation had steadily worsened.

Orders were given to detain the inspection staff from his department who had colluded with him.

Soon after, it was discovered just how many discharged patients, still unwell, remained—how many more had there been?

Two hours later.

Looking at the final table, the director had at first thought, surely he wouldn’t be so bold—the numbers couldn’t be high. But the truth was shocking.

He was that brazen. His predations spared no one—adults, children, infants… Any patient who passed through his hands, or even met his gaze, had some money siphoned away. Withholding medication, falsifying orders, skimming on fluids—these were minor infractions.

Afterward, a group of men in black went to his home and smashed open everything he owned.

They sold off his possessions and discovered his ill-gotten gains. His stash of dirty money was worth more than the director made in three years—by a vast margin, over a billion.

Only after thorough investigation did they truly understand.

They heard everything from the terrified nurse, and that group went to the abandoned warehouse, witnessing the scene of devastation.

They searched, rescued, recovered…

Until Han Qianyun saw the little girl.

After seeing her, Han changed her mind on the spot. When the surgery was done, she decided to give him a permanent sentence of slow, excruciating death in prison.

Saving the hospital a fortune—no need to thank her!

As for the nurse, she knew her sister had been taken by him, and without a ransom of a hundred million, she would never get her back and would be forced to work for him.

But the nurse knew she could never earn that much in her lifetime to buy her sister's freedom.

So she secretly gathered evidence, hoping to change her fate against all odds, but fate always favored his side. With promotions and raises, he became ever more untouchable…

Knowing her story, Han Qianyun took some pity on her, allowing the sisters to stay: one as a restroom cleaner, the other as a lobby janitor.

The hospital director used all the confiscated dirty money to pay for patients’ medical expenses, granting the hospital an unprecedented benefit.

Uninformed patients assumed the hospital was running a grand promotion, paying for them out of goodwill. They cheered, grateful that they didn’t have to save desperately, and felt fortunate to have been treated at just this time—wasn’t saving a life better than building seven pagodas?

Patients and doctors who understood the truth praised the action or suspected the hospital was merely finding a scapegoat, but upon discovering the scapegoat was their own third-in-command and seeing how swiftly justice was carried out, they realized the hospital's anger was genuine.

Later, in the rest room, Tian’s father was stuffed to bursting by repeated feedings, and, owing to the rapid effect, grew noticeably fatter.

When Tian’s mother returned and saw him, she thought she had wandered into the wrong room. She stepped out to check the number—no mistake.

She looked at him deeply, hearing his enthusiastic “Delicious!” Only then did she believe this fattened man was truly her husband.

Looking at her now-robust spouse, she thought to herself, money really does bring blessings. No exercise needed, and he was stronger than ever. He was already two meters tall and weighed about 150 kilograms—now, who knew how much more.

Even the five-hundred-kilo surgical bed was trembling beneath him.

Afterwards, Tian’s father had been fed so much he far surpassed any healthy limit.

She asked to have her husband’s hidden ailments checked.

During the operation, all the hospital’s top brass gathered in the operating room, watching the big boss closely, not daring to be distracted. His two massive thighs, his sturdy back. Behind him, the two smiling, chubby figures—a man and a woman—watched the rest with an intimidating gaze.

When the surgery was over, the youngest department chief hurried outside to report to the director, who, upon hearing the news, immediately went to inform their own “ancestor”—the young lady of the house.

The professors, specialists, and director all watched this group of people.

When they finally left, everyone sighed in relief. If things had gone wrong, they would’ve simply been sent off.

At the hospital gate, Tian’s father waddled out like a penguin, looking at the girl who had fed him. He thought she and his son, Hua Tian, would actually make a nice match!

“Dad! She’s my boss, not my girlfriend. What are you thinking?”

Tian’s father smiled and said, “I didn’t say anything aloud! Son, you seem different now. You can hear my thoughts? How did you do that? Could it be… Thank you ancestors, our Hua family has finally produced a genius!”

“By the way, son! Go after her, so I can have a grandchild. Don’t be afraid of obstacles—go for it!”

With that, he pointed straight at Han Qianyun.

Hua Tian smiled and gave no explanation. The difference in their statuses was vast, and his father was even worse at keeping secrets than he was—why bother explaining? Genius or not, the title sounded good, and there was no clarifying it anyway.

Han Qianyun saw his father point at her, but said nothing; she’d already prepared herself for such things. There was little she could say. She only had a mild fondness for him, and had no reason to fall for him outright. Would he give up? Hard to say, so for now, she kept rewarding him generously.

The other black-clad bodyguards, hearing all this, were surprised that their young lady didn’t object. Was this tacit approval? Was the rumor true that she finally had a boyfriend?

Congratulations to her—she’d finally found a “big brother,” no longer just a lone female boss.

Meanwhile, the little black dragon fluttered over and, in his mischief, relayed all these heart-to-heart thoughts to her.

“You! What were you just saying? Tacit approval? Tacit of what and who told you that—who spread these rumors? If you don’t explain yourself, you’re dead!”

The black-clad bodyguard, holding his head, dared not fight back, staring at his young lady in confusion until she was pulled away by Tian’s mother.

Left behind, the bodyguard looked at Hua Tian, unmoving and silent, and realized: He’s testing my loyalty! I understand!

Big brother, I swear to the heavens, if you tell me to go east, I’ll never go west; if you tell me to crawl through the doghouse, I’ll never sneak into another man’s woman’s house…

Yet when he saw Hua Tian’s lips move slightly, he thought: You can do it! He’s calling to me, he understands my loyalty.

I’ll go now. I’ll willingly submit myself to punishment, no matter how harsh.

Hua Tian overheard the black dragon’s retelling—“another man’s woman’s house?” He couldn’t help but mutter: That’s impressive!

The generous Han Qianyun ordered her men to take off with her spaceship. They, excitedly, didn’t dare interfere with their boss’s affairs and sped honestly to the Water City Hotel to wait.

Tian’s mother pulled Han Qianyun into Hua Tian’s car. Tian’s father, without a word, took the front passenger seat, and finally, Hua Tian himself drove.

The car was rated for six, so six people it was.

(Four of their group, plus two female bodyguards), and then there was the dragon (“I’m not human, and you can’t see me, so why count me?”)

It took all of penguin-like Tian’s father’s effort to squeeze in and, once settled, he marveled at the pickup’s features. “Son, is this your car?”

“It’s mine, but I didn’t buy it—my boss gave it to me!”

Hearing “boss,” Tian’s father looked at the woman sitting to his right, wanting to see every inch of her.

He was promptly scolded. “Wife, don’t hit me! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have stared at the young lady.”

“You! Our son has already said she’s not his girlfriend. Why are you still ogling? Are you that desperate?”

“I’m driving. Quiet, please!”

All the way, Han Qianyun had no choice but to talk with Tian’s mother.

When she heard they were headed for Water City, she was puzzled. Realizing they were being given a big house, she saw the supermarket and restaurant joined together and slipped out to buy a pile of chicken drumsticks and lunch for six.

After a quick meal, Hua Jie, who’d been hiding in the back, stood on the moving car, leisurely eating the drumsticks in the wind.

Because the car was overloaded, they couldn’t get on the highway.

Everyone got out, and Han Qianyun noticed the little black dragon behind, still sneaking drumsticks. Was he not flying, but lying down?

Her own pickup, rated for twenty tons, hadn’t been overloaded before—so why now?

Seeing the dragon lying on his back, lazily grabbing seven or eight drumsticks at once, she realized why he’d bought such an odd number: one hundred thousand. The dragon itself weighed ten tons, and who knew how much heavier he was now. No wonder it was overloaded.

Hua Tian looked at his now penguin-shaped father and the black dragon lying in back. Good grief, I told you to eat while flying, not lying down!

Once the black dragon understood, it took to the air.

Hua Tian tried again, and this time, as soon as they’d passed the checkpoint, he sped off, leaving the dragon behind.

At the highway weigh station, the staff were baffled. That pickup couldn’t possibly be overloaded, yet it registered at more than ten times the limit! And then, suddenly, it wasn’t overloaded anymore. Strange. That much bouncing, the owner should get it checked out.

Then, on the highway, a pickup blared its horn as the black dragon swooped down, nearly overturning the vehicle. Hua Tian shouted, and miraculously, the car didn’t flip.

After several repeats, they finally found a way for the black dragon to recline safely. It kept eating its drumsticks, but startled at three honks, it would leap into the air, only to return for more.

The pickup cruised in the fast lane.

Inside, penguin-shaped Tian’s father asked, “Tian, your pickup is so strange, almost like it has a temper. If you call out ‘Sister Hua, stop playing,’ she quiets down? And when you honk three times at the weigh station, she speeds right through! What a car!”

“I’m just testing what’s wrong with it. The road might be bumpy. Hua Jie!” he shouted, seeing the weigh station and honking three times; the car instantly accelerated past a hundred kilometers an hour.

Han Qianyun, meanwhile, looked to the sky and the open cargo bed, not seeing the black dragon. He must be lying down eating drumsticks again. The worry was exhausting.

“Miss Han, you needn’t fear a rollover. This car won’t flip. Just now—well, that was… an accident? Also, is there something seriously wrong with this car? Sorry, Sister Hua! My mistake!” he added hastily.

…

After many tribulations, they arrived at the Water City Hotel.

That night, Hua Tian found her and said, “Captain Han, do you remember that dinner the other day?”

Han Qianyun looked at him helplessly. “Look at me, this beautiful captain—do I look senile to you?”

“Good, then. Just know, my parents can eat even more than I can. At first, they might be shy, but if you say it’s fine, I guarantee they’ll out-eat me—rural folks, when they’re happy, ignore others’ opinions!”

She’d thought he was joking. Seeing how polite his parents were at first, how could that be true?

Yet, when she couldn’t eat another bite and left for the restroom, she returned to a shock.

“Shall I have them bring more?” she asked.

“Sure! Ten more bowls of this, and more of that…”

Tian’s mother, holding her son’s hand, asked, “Are we overdoing it?”

“No, it’s fine. In other cities we can eat less, but in Water City, everything here belongs to her family. Eat up—there’s no problem.”

Tian’s mother looked at Han Qianyun, and after she nodded, ordered even more ferociously.

Tian’s father, seeing the growing mountain of dishes, worried for his health.

“Dad, you’re just qi-deficient, not sick. Eat more and you’ll be fine!”

After that, Han Qianyun and her two female bodyguards eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was making a dirty joke, but could find no evidence. His father was hospitalized for qi-deficiency.

[He’d been working for days and nights without eating or drinking.]

As the food on the table dwindled, they ordered another round, still hungry.

The bodyguards, hungry too, ordered their own meals, and after finishing, watched the family continue to eat.

Suddenly, one recalled a saying:

Your father is always your father; you can’t outwit his gaze, nor can you surpass his prowess.

Finally, when the three were full, Han Qianyun took them to Villa One, where they would stay.

Afterwards, she handed Hua Tian a luxury watch.

“Rest for a few days. Take care of the matters with the watch. But before the pro tournament, you must leave here and join the school. This is your home now; whether you return here at night or stay at school, I don’t care.”

“And you—whatever you do, don’t log into any advanced games with the watch until your private affairs are settled. I’ll teach you how to use it.”

After Han Qianyun left:

“Son, is your boss angry? We ate so much!”

“It’s fine, she won’t mind. I warned her from the start. Her sister’s a foodie too—you must find the little scene familiar. Today you’ve seen the spectacle in full.”

Looking at the price tag for the villa in his hand, he said, “I could never afford this place. Must be worth over ten billion. She must have bought it with her own money, and gifted it to us!”