The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 29

The words had barely left his mouth when several voices erupted from outside the room.

“Make way! Let us through!”

The nurses carrying the stretcher pushed past the young men loitering at the door, their voices sharp and serious.

Tense once again from the school doctor’s remark, the boys from Class One scrambled out of the way, making room for the medical staff who had finally arrived.

Fu Qingya reacted faster than anyone. He scooped Li Xiaowen up with one arm while using the other to firmly pull the stunned, crouching school doctor out of the way. He and the doctor worked in tandem, monitoring her vitals as they transitioned her onto the stretcher.

“Let’s go.”

Fu Qingya grabbed one side of the stretcher, personally helping to carry it out. His movements were so practiced and steady that the nurse whose job he had usurped stood there, momentarily dazed.

Watching the young man sprint off into the distance with his colleagues, the nurse couldn’t help but grumble, “That kid’s more skilled than I am. Why didn’t you guys just drive her to the hospital yourselves?”

Old Fu sighed, “He’s a student. He doesn’t have a car, let alone a license. Besides, without the proper paperwork, you can’t just leave campus.”

The principal, still in his loud floral shirt, watched Fu Qingya’s retreating back. “Why are you standing there talking? Get to the car and head to the hospital! They’re already on the ambulance!”

The nurse who had been left behind widened his eyes and bolted after them. “Wait for me!”

He had never seen anyone ignore protocol so blatantly, it had almost made him forget his own job. As an ER male nurse, his sprinting speed was top-tier, and he managed to leap onto the ambulance just as it pulled away.

Old Fu turned to the vice-monitor to leave a few quick instructions before hopping into the principal’s car to follow them.

***

Several hours later, Li Xiaowen, who had been rushed into the emergency room, was finally out of danger and moved to a general ward. By then, her parents had arrived, having rushed to the hospital the moment they received the news.

After hours of disbelief and emotional collapse, the couple sat in silence, watching over their daughter. They stayed by her side the second she was transferred.

Though the principal appeared eccentric, he was a man of vision. From his conversation with Old Fu, he sensed the eerie nature of this suicide attempt. Linking it to the string of strange suicides at the neighboring No. 12 High School, he wasted no time in calling the police.

Fu Qingya sat on a hallway bench, his brow furrowed in deep thought. He looked up at the couple weeping silently through the open door of the ward, then suddenly stood up to find someone.

That person happened to be the doctor from the school infirmary.

As mentioned before, he was a veteran physician specializing in trauma and emergency care. By coincidence, he was also the head of the emergency department at this very hospital.

During the resuscitation earlier, he had stepped in several times when the attending physician hit a wall, successfully snatching Li Xiaowen back from the brink of death.

Fu Qingya knocked on the office door. The old doctor looked up, surprised to see the youth standing there instead of being at the patient’s bedside.

The boy intrigued him. He possessed a raw yet precise way of administering aid, and the way he handled the stretcher was so professional it made one wonder if he had years of experience in the field.

But Fu Qingya was clearly just a high school student.

“What is it? Is something wrong with your classmate?”

Having been entrusted with the case, the old doctor was now responsible for everything related to Li Xiaowen’s wound care and emergency recovery. He moved to stand up, fearing an unexpected complication required another round of life-saving measures.

“She’s fine,” Fu Qingya said, stopping him. “I need to talk to you.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses and sat back down. “To look for me in such a hurry, what’s the emergency?”

Fu Qingya’s eyes darkened. “Based on your years of experience, do the cuts on Student Li’s wrist fall under the category of self-inflicted wounds?”

The doctor’s pen paused. He looked up at Fu Qingya. “Are you suggesting…”

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. The patient had been in hypovolemic shock, and his mind was focused solely on saving her life. He hadn’t stopped to analyze whether the marks followed the typical patterns of suicide.

But since Fu Qingya had brought it up, it meant the boy had a specific theory.

“Student Li has a bright personality, a stable family, and excellent grades. She showed zero signs of depression. There is absolutely no motive for suicide.”

Though Fu Qingya wasn’t particularly close to his classmates, he kept a mental file on everyone. He could list their traits by heart.

“I’ve heard that argument at least twelve times lately,” the doctor said. “But every single time, the answer is the same…”

“Yes, those wounds and marks fall within the scope of suicide. There are no signs of a struggle or a second party’s involvement.”

He had been in this profession for years; he knew these patterns like the back of his hand and rarely made mistakes.

His hospital was close to both No. 1 and No. 12 High Schools. Most of the students who had attempted suicide were brought here, often ending up under the care of his proteges. He had been called in to consult on over ten cases, and each time, under the desperate gaze of the parents, he had been forced to give the same painful confirmation.

“But Student Li struggled,” Fu Qingya said after a brief silence.

“She’s strong, and she’s left-handed. When she uses a blade, she’s fast and precise, she never misses her mark. But this time, the cut was below the artery. It took her several tries to succeed. Even if the angle looks like a suicide, something is wrong.”

“She didn’t want to do it. Something was controlling her, or rather, inducing her to commit the act.”

Fu Qingya spoke with such certainty that the old doctor felt a flicker of doubt. However, he quickly regained his composure. “Those are just theories. You have no proof.”

Lately, the doctor had seen plenty of families who refused to believe their child would take their own life. Many turned to conspiracy theories, but none could produce evidence.

“I have proof.”

Fu Qingya’s expression was cold, but his eyes burned with a terrifying persistence.

“If you can get your colleague to order a comprehensive physical for her, I can put the evidence right in front of you.”

“That’s against reg—” The doctor frowned.

Knock, knock.

A knock at the door cut the doctor off. He looked toward the sound to see a tall, handsome man in a police uniform standing in the doorway.

“Gentlemen, I’ll need you to cooperate with a police investigation.”

He looked at the boy. “Also, Mr. Fu, is there anything you need me to do?”

Fu Qingya turned around. When he saw the familiar man, the tension in his brow finally relaxed.

How could he have forgotten? This was exactly the kind of thing they were meant to help with.

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