Chapter Three: I Bought the Hospital

Empty the inpatient building in ten minutes, or removing you will be the first item at tomorrow's board meeting.” For the first time, money was not a wager. It was an order. Stretchers and wheelchairs streamed into the plaza. Lin pushed his mother out himself. Ye's people did nothing to interfere; they merely watched the clock. At 1:55, the last patient crossed the doors. At 1:57, an underground oxygen pipe exploded. Fire tore through two floors. Glass rained into the empty rooms. Had the wards still been occupied, the toll would have been far greater than seven. Crying filled the plaza, but no one died. Kangning's future price began to convulse: 0.61, 2.00, 5.80—then it settled at 7.30. Lin's account rose with it to forty-two million yuan.