Transmigrated Into a Scummy Alpha Who Stole the Male Lead's Mermaid Fiancée - Chapter 56

The perimeter of Gana Military Hospital was heavily guarded. Yu Ke and Lan Xing, disguised as medical staff, swiped forged electronic cards to enter through a side entrance.

Typically, only hospital employees used their ID cards to come and go through this side door, so security here was relatively lax. The guards didn’t question Yu Ke and her companion, simply watching as they swiped their cards and entered the main building.

Inside the corridors, guards were stationed every ten meters, ready to stop and interrogate anyone who seemed suspicious.

Due to the special circumstances, the hospital had very few patients. In the main hall, the only person in sight was an elderly man in a wheelchair, dressed in patient attire, reading a magazine through his reading glasses.

“There’s a poster for The Ultimate Producer up there,” Lan Xing whispered proudly, hiding behind Yu Ke. “Sis, he’s reading the issue with our episode.”

“Mm, don’t give us away,” Yu Ke replied sternly. “Keep a firm grip on the medicine.”

Lan Xing straightened up, clutching the tray more tightly, doing her best impression of a scolded young nurse.

Yu Ke walked ahead, her white coat half-open. “Sis, you walk with such authority and speak so seriously, no one would ever doubt you,” Lan Xing remarked.

Yu Ke smiled faintly, though her mind wandered to thoughts of pinning this little nurse against the hospital’s pale gray walls, lifting her skirt, and listening to her lose control.

“Don’t look around, we’re already drawing attention,” Yu Ke warned. “Act like you don’t know anything and follow me.”

Lan Xing, in her nurse’s shoes, quickly followed Yu Ke into the elevator. They arrived at the inpatient ward and entered a room.

The patient, who had never seen Yu Ke before, looked at her with surprise. Unfazed, Yu Ke immediately took charge. “How are you feeling today? Have your blood pressure and heart rate been checked?”

“Yes,” the patient replied. “I’m more stable than yesterday. Do you think I could be discharged soon?”

“Alright,” Yu Ke said, walking over to the bedside monitor and operating it with practiced ease. “Your condition does seem much better today. We’ll observe you for another couple of days. If you remain stable, we can proceed with discharge paperwork.”

The patient was overjoyed and expressed his gratitude, completely unaware of Yu Ke’s lack of medical credentials.

Having spent time in the hospital herself after being shot in the leg, Yu Ke was familiar with various medical equipment and the typical demeanor of doctors. She imitated them so naturally that she aroused no suspicion.

As Yu Ke continued her examination, Lan Xing moved to the corner of the room, arranging some medical tools from the tray on the windowsill. Just then, another patient called out to her, “Hey, nurse! Can you take a look at my butt? It’s been itching like crazy!”

Lan Xing froze, her hand trembling as she held the tweezers. They clattered loudly onto the counter.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” the overweight patient lying in bed grumbled. “I asked you to check my butt, why are you just standing there?”

Lan Xing hesitated, unsure how to respond. The patient continued to complain, “My butt’s been itching since last night! It must be because your sheets aren’t clean, I’ve probably got a rash. Come over here and put some ointment on it!”

Lan Xing was utterly stunned. She watched as the patient rolled over and began to pull down his pants right in front of her. Covering her face, she nearly screamed.

Seriously? Being a nurse involved this kind of thing?!

Seeing her frozen in place, the fat man began to shout, “Hey, why are you just standing there? Don’t tell me you’re an assassin planted here! You don’t look like a nurse at all, you can’t even hold things steady, and I’ve never seen you before!”

Yu Ke and Lan Xing were wearing realistic facial masks, their features and face shapes altered, but the masks weren’t modeled after any actual hospital staff. They simply appeared as two unfamiliar faces.

Lan Xing was terrified by the fat man’s accusations, her face turning deathly pale, fortunately hidden by the mask. She wanted nothing more than to turn and flee, but just then, Yu Ke’s voice cut through the tension.

“What’s going on?”

Relieved, Lan Xing moved closer to Yu Ke. The fat man, lying on the bed, snapped impatiently, “My butt itches! I want this nurse to apply some ointment!”

A vein throbbed on Yu Ke’s forehead as she gritted her teeth. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

The fat man froze, inexplicably intimidated by the oppressive aura of an Alpha.

He sat up, ready to argue, but Yu Ke stepped forward with a smile, flipping through his medical chart. Casually, she remarked, “It’s normal for your butt to itch. I’ve checked your recent medication records, your hormone levels are too high. I’ll just give you a sedative shot, and you’ll be fine.”

A chill ran down the fat man’s spine, but the doctor’s explanation sounded reasonable. He had no choice but to let Yu Ke proceed. She retrieved the medication and injected him with a full syringe, enough to keep him asleep for two or three days.

Back when Jenny had used a sedative on her, knocking her out for two full days, Yu Ke had made a point of researching the drug afterward, even learning how to administer it herself.

Watching Yu Ke’s smooth and effortless actions, Lan Xing was filled with admiration. Her earlier panic vanished completely, and she trailed behind Yu Ke like an eager puppy, chirping happily, “Sis, you’re my savior! I’m so in awe of you!”

“Good,” Yu Ke glanced at her. “I worked so hard just to hear you say something like that.”

Lan Xing grinned, her eyes crinkling, hands clasped behind her back, radiating contentment.

After finishing her rounds on that floor, Yu Ke confidently entered the break room.

The door had been unlocked remotely by Remus. Inside, the room was fully equipped, displaying live footage from various surveillance cameras.

Yu Ke linked the hospital’s internal network to Remus’s system, helping him access all the cameras in the military hospital as they searched for the Prime Minister’s location.

They soon found him. Remus sent a message: “Room 1202 on the 12th floor. That should be the Prime Minister’s ward.”

The camera feed for 1202 showed eight guards stationed vigilantly outside the door, with medical staff coming and going. The entire 12th floor had only this one room occupied, clearly the quarters of a high-profile figure.

Yu Ke needed to find a way to get close to the Prime Minister’s room, but she had no idea when the assassin would strike. She had to stay on guard.

This was no simple task.

She was mulling over a few strategies when Lan Xing entered the break room. She had just completed a patrol around the area and, fortunately, hadn’t run into any trouble.

She adjusted her nurse’s cap, her golden long hair braided and tucked beneath it, still maintaining that sweet and adorable appearance. The difference was she now wore a pink nurse uniform, her blouse stretched taut as if the first button below the collar might pop open at any moment, a sight that stirred restless longing. Beneath the pleated miniskirt, thin coffee-colored stockings revealed glimpses of her skin, an utterly irresistible temptation for Yu Ke.

Resting her cheek in one hand, her gaze remained fixed on Lan Xing, making Lan Xing blush and stammer, “Sis… sister, is there something on me?”

Yu Ke crossed one leg over the other, then uncrossed them and beckoned Lan Xing with a finger. “Come here.”

With just that look, Lan Xing knew what she wanted, her legs growing weak and her face flushing crimson.

“This is a hospital…” Lan Xing whispered, “Sister, not now…”

“Come here,” Yu Ke’s voice was low and seductive, “Sit on my lap.”

Lan Xing’s heart pounded wildly, but she couldn’t resist.