Twisted Dreams-Chapter 64 - 36: Diao Haifan
Diao Haifan contentedly picked up a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled the smoke with satisfaction.
Just then, a private message arrived on his computer.
Diao Haifan clicked to check; it was from someone with the ID ’Demon Cat’.
Demon Cat:
"Do you really enjoy spreading dirty rumors that much?"
Diao Haifan snorted derisively and replied disdainfully:
"Are you the Flower Guardian or something?
Feiyangyang, Joyyangyang isn’t moving, quick, push it."
Demon Cat:
"Fabricating disgusting things out of thin air, don’t you find yourself disgusting?"
Diao Haifan frowned.
How does this Demon Cat manage to speak without using foul language?
Suddenly, he had an epiphany:
"Oh, you’re a woman, no wonder.
You’re a roast chicken too?
Come to defend your kind? Heh heh heh."
Demon Cat:
"She put in so much effort to get into South Sea Medical University, and soon she’ll finish her internship and stay at the hospital, why do something like this?"
Diao Haifan sneered and replied:
"May the beaker explode and die, heh heh heh."
Demon Cat:
"Since you love spreading dirty rumors so much, may you be cursed to speak in reality with the same attitude as online."
Diao Haifan almost laughed himself to tears.
He’s heard of cursing a household register to ascend to heaven, but never someone cursed so gently.
Oh, youthful little sprayers.
He replied:
"Heh heh heh, little beaker, your insults are not at all hurtful, heh heh heh."
...
The next morning.
Diao Haifan went to work full of energy, went to his workplace, changed clothes, and took cleaning tools to clean the stairwell first.
"Morning." A fellow cleaning lady greeted him cheerfully.
Diao Haifan was just about to say ’morning’, but a force made the word ’morning’ not come out.
Out of bewilderment, he said:
"Morning, old beaker."
The cleaning lady was surprised for a moment:
"What did you say? What’s a beaker?
Do you need a cup? I’ll get one for you."
Diao Haifan mocked:
"Beaker, did you just finish your morning exercises? You seem in a good mood."
The cleaning lady laughed and replied:
"Yeah, I’ve been doing morning exercises recently.
Let’s not talk about it, I’m going to clean the next level."
After the cleaning lady left, Diao Haifan snapped back to reality.
He covered his mouth in disbelief.
What on earth was happening to him?
Fortunately, the auntie didn’t know what beaker or morning exercise meant.
He hurriedly lit a cigarette to calm his nerves:
"Must have been too much whacking last night, can’t do that again tonight."
...
Diao Haifan returned to the cleaning room, and his supervisor had been waiting for him for a while.
The supervisor smiled, patting Diao Haifan’s shoulder:
"Good kid, you’ve been performing well lately.
Didn’t I say assigning you to Mr. Kong’s ward was the right decision?
Mr. Kong was discharged, and he spoke highly of you.
The higher-ups are pleased and have decided to promote you to deputy supervisor."
The fact that Kong Qianqiu recovered from such a serious illness was a medical miracle that brought a lot of attention to South Sea Medical University.
The hospital management decided to reward all the doctors and nurses responsible for Kong Qianqiu’s care, even Diao Haifan, the contract-based cleaner, wasn’t left out.
Diao Haifan was overjoyed:
"Really? You’re not kidding me, are you?"
The supervisor feigned dissatisfaction:
"Would I joke about this?
Come on, let’s go to the administration department to see the leader.
You must host a dinner tonight!"
The cleaners at South Sea Medical University are overseen by the administration department.
The two went to the administration department, knocked, and entered.
The director was a thirty-year-old woman.
The supervisor showed respect in his demeanor:
"Director Zhao, this is Comrade Diao Haifan."
Director Zhao glanced at Diao Haifan, and in a friendly tone said:
"Please sit, let’s have a chat."
Diao Haifan sat down nervously, feeling both delighted and anxious.
Now that he was the deputy supervisor of cleaners, his salary would definitely increase, and he might even get a private dormitory.
He could bring his girlfriend from another city to live in South Sea.
With fingers interlocked, Director Zhao said:
"I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy with work and haven’t had much time to look after grassroots colleagues.
Do you have any... in your life...."
An invisible force seemed to influence Diao Haifan’s mind.
He interrupted Director Zhao:
"Busy? Busy sending cannon to hospital leaders, right?"
Director Zhao frowned:
"What did you say?"
Diao Haifan leered at Director Zhao:
"I said, you’re so young to be the department head, surely it’s because you sold your looks?"
Director Zhao said angrily:
"Comrade Diao Haifan, mind your language!
I graduated with a master’s degree. I’ve earned everything through my own efforts!"
Diao Haifan suddenly realized:
"Ah right, effort, every night working hard in the leader’s room, right?"
Director Zhao turned pale with anger:
"I, I’ve been so focused on work that I don’t even have a boyfriend, you, you need to take responsibility for your words!"
Diao Haifan giggled:
"How could you not have a boyfriend? Every man in the hospital’s your boyfriend, right, heh heh, beaker."
The supervisor was completely dumbfounded.
Is Diao Haifan out of his mind?
The supervisor glared at him angrily:
"Did you come here drunk?"
Diao Haifan dismissed the supervisor with a glance:
"You’re no stranger to sleeping with this girl, aren’t you, Feiyangyang? How’s that working out?"
Director Zhao shook with anger, pointing to the door with trembling fingers:
"Get out!"
The supervisor felt relieved, grabbing Diao Haifan by the collar and swiftly exiting the office.
In the corridor, Diao Haifan’s mind finally cleared.
He was shocked, mouth agape.
What had he just said?!
Stuttering, Diao Haifan tried to explain:
"Supervisor, I’m sorry, I....."
The supervisor glared at him viciously:
"You doing this to mess with me?
You’re finished, you’re fired, pack up and get out!"
For what Diao Haifan did, being fired is already a light punishment.
Crafting rumors can land you in jail.
Diao Haifan despondently carried his suitcase out of the workplace, thinking he’d have one last smoke in the stairwell before leaving.
Smoking a cigarette, he painfully grabbed his hair, tears streaming down.
How could this happen?
A woman, looking exhausted, handed him a tissue at the stairwell, speaking softly:
"Is someone sick at home?
Young man, you have to stay strong.
We must hold on as family of patients."
Diao Haifan wanted to explain that he wasn’t a patient’s family member.
However, an invisible force influenced his mind.
Diao Haifan spat venomously:
"A woman smoking? Clearly, you’re up to no good.
Women like you have been with many men, haven’t you? How about a go with me?"
The woman shrieked:
"What did you just say? Honey! A thug’s harassing me!"
Outside the stairwell, the woman’s husband heard her scream, charged in, and gave Diao Haifan a beating.
While getting hit, Diao Haifan kept muttering:
"Heh heh, a public bus, a cuckold, heh heh."
...
With a bruised face, Diao Haifan fled the hospital, clutching his mouth in fear on the busy street.
What had happened to him?
Could it be that the curse from Demon Cat came true!?
No, this couldn’t be!
He felt so wronged.
