Chapter 279 The Principle of Special Treatment for Special MattersBehind the door was an even darker and quieter corridor. The only difference from the psychiatric department was that there were no rooms on either side of the corridor.
Ran Ran walked forward with bated breath and concentration, not daring to relax.
There are simply too many mentally ill people in this hospital.
Ranran moved forward while holding the controller in her hand tightly. She didn't want to be stopped by Jiang Miaomiao and Jiang Muzhi, those two perverts, when she was about to reach her target.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ranran finally saw the light ahead in the corridor. She quickened her pace, and the sound of her quick footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.
Soon she came to a door, and a large amount of bright light was shining through the door. The magical thing was that although the door looked like glass, Ranran could not see what was behind the door, only pure white.
magical stuff.
Ranran just stretched out his hand and moved closer, and the door opened automatically, much faster than the previous one.
Almost in an instant, the scene behind the door appeared clearly in front of Ranran.
It is not completely pure white, but there are indeed large areas of white, which makes the entire space look extremely clean. The most eye-catching thing at first glance is undoubtedly the huge nutrient solution devices arranged in neat rows.
One can't help but wonder what could have allowed Sacred Heart Hospital to soak in it.
Ranran originally thought that the place where the transformation would take place would be a small, narrow and quiet room, with thick walls that could block out all the desperate shouts.
She didn't expect it to be so empty, and even crowded.
In addition to the communications personnel who were busy running around in the entire space, there were also medical staff in blue surgical gowns walking around.
Or it would be more appropriate to say staff, because the surgery they are going to perform is obviously not a good thing, and using the term medical staff to describe them really tarnishes these four words.
As soon as Ranran arrived at the pure white hall, a communications staff with a headset on his cheek came up to him.
"Do you have an appointment with an executor? If not, the Holy Hall of Conversion will assign one for you. May you be reborn."
Ran Ran lowered her eyes. It turned out that he was called executor. That was good. It saved her from having to worry about what to call him.
The correspondent who came forward to greet Ranran had a sweet smile and fluent speech. The sentence she just said seemed to be what she had to say when she saw every patient, and perhaps she had said it hundreds or thousands of times.
So she spoke very quickly and fluently, and only after her mouth mechanically finished the sentence did she realize with surprise that Ran Ran came alone.
She probably didn't want to give up, so she looked behind Ranran again, hoping that the door would open again soon and another person would come out, so that her job would not be so difficult.
Ran Ran said calmly: "Sister, don't look, there is no one behind."
The communicator met Ran Ran's gaze somewhat stiffly, "So little friend, are you a patient... or a guest?"
Ran Ran narrowed her eyes slightly. Guest? There is such an identity?
She had always thought that the hospital's conversion was similar to a cult, except that the key step was to be completed through surgery, and asking her second nephew to complain was like joining the "glorious" evolution.
But now there are still customers saying this. Could it be that this transformation was completed with the participation of three parties?
Patients, practitioners and guests...
Ran Ran's thoughts became more and more divergent. Could it be that "transformation" means exchanging patients and guests? !
The moment this thought came to her mind, Ran Ran couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body. This seemed to explain the sense of disharmony she had seen in the Jiang family since she entered the Sacred Heart Hospital.
The disconnect between Jiang Miaomiao's sweet mask and her paranoid personality, the deviation between Jiang Muzhi's gentle appearance and his violent nature...
Ran Ran had a lot of thoughts in her mind, but to the communicator, she only hesitated for a moment.
"patient."
Ranran answered concisely.
In fact, she also thought about whether to say guests. Obviously, guests have higher treatment and status in the Sacred Heart Hospital. They are the ones served by the Sacred Heart Hospital, and the patients are just a piece of meat on the chopping board for them to slaughter.
But it was too risky. She couldn't predict whether there would be any checks on the guest's identity and qualifications. The correspondent was a little surprised when he heard this. "A patient who came alone? This..." What's going on...
Normally, people who come to the conversion hall are accompanied by staff from Sacred Heart Hospital, also known as the Grand Court. It is rare for a guest to come alone, let alone a patient.
All the patients were brought in through deception... The correspondent looked at Ranran in disbelief.
Could it be that this child actually chose to become material and die?
The communicator wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Do you have a designated executor here?"
Because the situation was so unbelievable, the correspondent used the same tone as that used to speak to the compound staff when communicating with Ran Ran.
Ran Ran sensed an opportunity from the communicator's words and actions and this subtle tone, "My situation is rather special, I believe you are aware of it."
“My conversion was approved directly by Mr. Fu.”
The communicator's eyes widened instantly. What...what on earth is going on?
Mr. Fu specifically instructed us to do this, so we should take extra care of them? But they only take care of guests, they never take care of patients!
How can we do this? Should we let this kid die easily?
The correspondent's brain was working frantically, trying to figure out what the higher-ups meant.
Ran Ran raised the controller in her hand again, "You should recognize this, it was given to me by Aunt Jiang who escorted me here."
It turned out to be the "key" to control the gate?! It's no exaggeration to say that this represents the compound's top secret!
The correspondent's pupils trembled instantly, and she asked again unconfidently, "Are you...are you really a patient?"
Maybe I was too young to understand what an adult meant! Actually, he was a guest! And he was a guest who should be treated with the highest treatment in the transfer hall!
"Actually... I'm not sure either." Ran Ran answered doubtfully, then showed a kind smile and pointed to his temple, "I have a question here."
After hearing this, the correspondent didn't dare to make a decision on his own. He immediately took Ran Ran to see her supervisor. After briefly explaining the situation, the supervisor looked at Ran Ran in shock.
Is it so important...
Ran Ran stood there calmly and let them look at her.
The supervisor was even more impressed that such a young child could be so calm and unmoved.
He quickly used his authority to retrieve Ran Ran's information, muttering to himself, "It is indeed a patient... a patient that Mr. Fu asked me to take care of..."
“This is so contradictory…”
Ranran raised her eyebrows. She never said that. It was these people who insisted on thinking that way.
She cleared her throat and said, "You don't have to panic. After all, I'm not here to cause trouble. Just make arrangements for me, just like any other patient."
Both the supervisor and the correspondent opened their mouths exaggeratedly.
"How can it be the same?!"
Ran Ran stood there, not caring at all. The supervisor was sweating profusely and thought for a moment before he flattered her.
"Little friend Ranran, how about this? Let me personally take you around to see if there is an executive that you like?"
"After all, even if an ordinary patient comes here, if he strongly requests it, we will arrange this service for him."
Ran Ran nodded, "Okay, just follow the usual practice."
The supervisor then breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
In fact, there is no such convention at all. He just made it up. The top priority is to arrange for this little ancestor who came down from the sky.
If he still doesn't know how to handle special matters at his age, then he doesn't need to stay in the position of supervisor.
