Chapter 67: The Demon of the City, Yamato Renji

Chapter 67: The Demon of the City, Yamato Renji

Bluewater Medical University.

The seventh floor was completely empty. Under the cold, white glare of the fluorescent lights, there wasn't a trace of human presence.

A young nurse stepped out of the elevator, gently clutching her chest, her face showing signs of hesitation.

After a moment of deliberation, she finally made up her mind and resolutely headed towards the room at the very end of the hallway.

It was a single ward, with simple and modest furnishings. Aside from the rust marks on the iron cabinet, everything was pristine white.

A frail young boy lay quietly on the hospital bed.

The nurse, nervous, entered the room.

"Hello, I'm here to give you an injection."

After speaking, she mustered the courage to look at the boy's slightly pale face.

The boy had a pair of seemingly obedient eyes, with small double eyelids that gave him a gentle appearance.

His face looked exceptionally kind.

Under the harsh light, his sickly complexion even appeared somewhat soft.

With practiced ease, the boy rolled up his sleeve, revealing a needle buried in his arm muscles, and smiled warmly.

"Thank you for your hard work."

His smile was like a spring breeze—so innocent and cute, like a little brother from next door.

If it weren't for the eight fully armed officers standing guard at the door…

If it weren't for the fact that she was about to inject the boy with a sedative…

She might have been fooled into thinking he was just an ordinary cheerful boy.

The nurse's hand trembled slightly.

Taking a deep breath, she approached the boy, preparing to administer the medication.

But she didn't notice the sly smile that flickered across his face.

Like a fox eyeing a rabbit trapped in a snare.

At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor, and a pair of warm hands gently grabbed the nurse.

Startled, the nurse turned around and, recognizing the newcomer, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Levis, why are you here?"

Dr. Levis was a hunter from the Mercenary Guild, known by the nickname "Scalpel."

His sharp eyes were locked onto the boy as he swiftly pulled back the blanket.

The nurse gasped, covering her mouth in horror.

She saw that the boy's other hand was gripping half a needle—the other half should have been buried in his muscle.

For convenience, the hospital would often leave long needles embedded in the arms of critically ill patients.

The process of embedding the needle was extremely painful, as it felt like the pain drilled into their bones, so the needles were usually quite small.

However, due to the boy's special condition, the hospital used an exceptionally long needle.

Who could have imagined that this boy could endure such excruciating pain, pull out the needle, snap it in two, and then insert part of it back in!

The nurse's face turned pale with fear, and she instinctively took a few steps back.

Dr. Levis, with a compassionate tone, instructed her, "You can go now."

The nurse hurriedly fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the corridor as her small shoes clattered in panic.

The boy looked regretfully at Dr. Levis and, with a hint of complaint in his tone, said, "You won't even let me have one last meal."

Dr. Levis didn't respond. Grabbing the boy's arm, he removed the needle and replaced it with a new one, administering the sedative.

Despite the torturous act, the boy's face remained calm, still smiling, showing no signs of pain.

Dr. Levis was slightly surprised. "From now on, I'll be the one giving you injections."

With that, he turned to leave, but paused at the door.

From his coat, he pulled out a strange-looking fruit and handed it to the boy.

"Eat it."

"Thanks."

The boy didn't question whether the fruit was poisoned or not. After a simple thank you, he ate it.

After finishing, he provocatively glanced at Dr. Levis and asked, "Got any more?"

Dr. Levis frowned slightly and disappeared from the ward.

Outside, a security officer stopped Dr. Levis, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Doctor, how much longer can he live? When will he die?"

Dr. Levis replied, "His condition is critical. The cancer has spread throughout his body. He has just a few days left."

The officers smiled with relief.

The boy locked up in that ward was a cannibal—a supremely dangerous individual. The pressure of watching over him was unbearable.

One of the officers complained, "I don't understand why the hospital insists on treating this freak."

Dr. Levis remained silent. He knew perfectly well why the hospital did it.

It was all for "achievements."

Every year, the hospital selected a few terminally ill prisoners from the prison and brought them in for treatment.

This so-called "compassionate care" aligned with the government's public aid initiative.

These types of projects allow hospital leaders to add a touch of color to their performance records.

Of course, that's not all.

This boy was different from the usual prisoners.

The hospital never gave him any real treatment.

On the contrary, he was tortured daily by experimental drugs.

Because he had eaten the hospital director's son.

This was an act of revenge.

That's also why, when Dr. Levis gave him the super fruit to eat, he didn't even blink.

To be tormented like this before death, one can only imagine how much hatred this boy harbored for the hospital.

Three days later, the boy was nearing the end.

The cancer had spread throughout his entire body.

He lay weakly on the bed, reflecting on his life.

The boy's name was Yamato Renji, an orphan from the old town.

He was introverted, timid, and would blush for half a day just from speaking a sentence to a girl.

He was exceptionally talented, showing extraordinary intelligence by the time he graduated middle school.

Because of this, he was admitted to Golden Wealth High School.

Golden Wealth High School was one of the top schools in Bluewater City.

If one didn't have access to educational resources from a young age, it was nearly impossible to get in.

So, most of the students at Golden Wealth were the children of officials or wealthy businessmen, with very few students like Yamato Renji from poor backgrounds.

Yamato Renji had thought his brilliant life was about to begin, but it turned out to be the source of his nightmare.

His roommates forced him to wash their socks and underwear, serving them like a servant.

Of course, they would give him a few coins afterward as a reward.

This wasn't because his roommates were kind to him, but because they wanted to find a way to entertain themselves.

For example, they would throw money at Yamato Renji in front of the girls, loudly proclaiming what he had done for them.

The girls would often look at Yamato Renji with contempt, then join in laughing at him with his roommates.

Yamato Renji accepted the money willingly, knowing that his studies were expensive.

Eventually, his roommates grew bored and decided to stop giving him money.

When Yamato Renji asked for payment, they beat him up.

If he reported them to the teachers, the teachers would scold him: "Your job as a student is to focus on studying, don't waste time with useless complaints."

He knew deep down that the teachers were protecting his roommates because they came from wealthy families.

One day, he fell seriously ill—cancer.

He pinned all his hopes on the school's poverty assistance fund.

That day, he timidly stood in front of the class and explained his situation.

An orphan, diagnosed with cancer, dying, but still wanting to live. He even presented his hospital examination report.

What he got in return was the whole class bursting into laughter, mocking him as a "mangy dog" who, in addition to washing socks and underwear for money, could even forge medical reports.

He sat down, waiting for the final results, listening to the other students applying for the poverty assistance fund.

Yamato Renji was stunned.

Those pampered classmates tearfully described their "tragic" families and their "terrible" situations.

What shocked him the most was that these classmates had identical "serious illness" reports to his.

He was utterly crushed, realizing that even poverty assistance wasn't something the poor could fight for.

He had experienced the full extent of the world's malice.

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