Su Yide gasped lightly.
Ou Yanan continued across from him, "When you sneaked in here, you forgot to lock the door. I don’t know how you got the card passcode for the chairman’s ward. Was it—the chairman’s family who told you?"
Xiao Jianming’s ward had strict security measures. However, there wasn’t a twenty-four-hour manual guard. The reason was simple; it wasn’t necessary. That’s because Uncle Tang was already taking care of Xiao Jianming at his bedside. The Xiao family’s matriarch also felt that people were easy to bribe. If someone tampered and changed the guards at the door, it would be indefensible. She was getting on in years and couldn’t manage so many people; she could only ensure to keep two old servants who had followed her for many years in line.
As a result, a password was set on the card for the ward door. Only the chief doctor, the Xiao family matriarch, Uncle Tang, and the Xiao family’s butler knew the password.
Whether the Xiao children learned it from their grandmother or not was unknown.
People outside wishing to enter Xiao Jianming’s ward, like the patrolling nurses, would need Uncle Tang, who stayed by the bed, to open the door. Moreover, a general ward inspection didn’t require entering the room. The ward was equipped with transparent windows facing the bed, and the nurses could simply stand outside the window, look towards the bed, and with monitoring equipment linked to the central monitor, they could clearly understand the patients’ conditions.
As for the doctors treating the patients, it was always the chief doctor leading the team.
Clearly, Su Yide must have obtained the card password from someone, thus enabling him to safely pass through the seemingly flawless security measures and create chaos in Xiao Jianming’s ward.
Now, Su Yide only regretted that he had not realized this young man had been tailing him for so long.
"So what do you want to do now? Call the police, Dr. Ou?" Su Yide’s mouth curled into a fierce sneer, addressing Ou Yanan in front of him.
Ou Yanan’s expression was serious, "Of course, it would be best if you turn yourself in, to seek a lenient treatment. After all, you’ve studied medicine for so many years, you must have saved lives. Once an angel in white, now you’ve become a demon seeking to kill. If you reflect on this, turning back is the shore."
"Do you think I might turn myself in?" Su Yide scoffed coldly, "You people are the real demons. Yes, I wanted to be an angel, but you all forced me to become a demon. You think so highly of yourselves, proud, looking down on me. One day, all of you will regret this."
Hearing no sign of reflection from the man, Ou Yanan pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. In fact, he had already called the police earlier, but he wanted to see when the police would arrive so he could stall Su Yide.
Su Yide, mistaking Ou Yanan’s action as an attempt to call the police, lunged forward and grabbed his wrist holding the phone.
Ou Yanan, caught off guard, did not expect his move, and in the struggle for the phone, the two scuffled together.
A cornered villain often acts desperately. Someone like Su Yide, in a situation of kill or be killed, wasn’t thinking about murder leading to capital punishment; he was only thinking that if this young man didn’t die, he would.
With both hands around Ou Yanan’s neck, Su Yide saw the stairs behind him and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He pushed hard, and Ou Yanan tumbled down the stairs.
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Darkness swept over his vision immediately, stars danced before his eyes, and a series of illusions flashed through his mind—blurry, like drifting clouds. He reached out to grab them but caught nothing; moreover, he gradually couldn’t lift his hand anymore.