Fox Has No Malicious Intent

[The scumbag caused a pregnancy and won't take responsibility. I didn't even demand any depreciation for the new house turned haunted. You just disappear without a trace, damn you, die...]

[Damn! Zhang Tianming actually dripped wind-repelling oil on the elf! Wasn't I just trying to use the emperor to command the princes and take a share of your wealth? Do you really need to guard against me like I'm a thief? Bad luck...]

[Gone? Gone where? Isn't he lying in the ICU? Where has he gone...]

The little fox stood stunned outside the hospital, withdrawing his gaze from the refreshing wish list, raised his head, and looked at the signboard 'Xia Dong First People's Hospital'.

"...Can't we be normal? The things refreshed on the wish list are in Chinese? Ansheng feels you owe me three hundred for mental distress, to soothe the eyes that saw these things and the brain that recorded the related content."

Outside the livestream room, beyond the Celestial Empress Palace, Ansheng found a new wish power source.

If wishing in the livestream room was full of playful jokes, people babbling about wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with the heavens and transform into the center of the universe.

Then the subcontracted wishes received at the Celestial Empress Palace are those where people are most sincere and realistic, hoping for the best as they grow towards the sun.

In the hospital, the wishers completely reveal their desires without any cover, and quite a few are filled with hysterical rage, to the point of madness.

Some wish contents are so abstract, they make the little fox physically uncomfortable.

Wanting to reconnect after a vasectomy?

So why did you do the vasectomy in the first place? It's a major life decision, why didn't you think it through?

The little fox clicked on the details for a look, then its eyes widened, speechless, and walked into the hospital.

The person hoping for a successful vasectomy reversal is twenty-six years old, relying on a wealthy woman has successfully bought three properties in Jiule City for rental income, drives a big Range Rover, with savings close to three million attain wealth independence.

Given these wish details, he's not naive.

He's extremely savvy.

Love brothers or love gold? After gaining wealth in exchange for stabbing a brother in the back, he begins to think about his brother.

The little fox hopes this brother's surgery is successful, but not too successful, otherwise, he fears this brother will come and snip off his two little balls.

"Thinking about what every day, it's just too abstract, are these things really for a Master Fox to see?"

Ansheng walked into the hospital, glanced at the busy and operational elevator, belly full of complaints turned around, and proceeded towards the emergency staircase.

Ansheng came today to find a patient currently located on the 7th floor in the physiotherapy department, bed number 167...

The hospital's open-source subcontracted wishes, are simply too abstract for the little fox, not family ethical dramas or succession battles, or using the emperor to command princes.

Seeing those wishes, Ansheng's first thought is not to earn wish power points, but to find the person who made that wish, take his or her phone, and transfer three thousand for eye cleansing fee from their bank card.

"Something's not quite right..."

Ansheng went from the first to the second floor, a strange expression emerged on the little fox's face, the higher up he went in the hospital, the more the wish list in his mind flickered.

A large number of random wishes poured into his wish list.

Some wishes are nameless, as if not really wishing, just complaining.

Another part brought their whole family, just short of pasting their household registration booklet onto the wish list, these wishes hope for family patients to safely be discharged.

The higher Ansheng went, the fewer hysterical wishes in his mind, even some abstract wishes retreated from the wish list.

Ansheng followed guidance to the ninth floor, crouched at the entrance of a hallway, to the left was the hospital's surgical room, to the right was the ICU monitoring room.

In the hallway between the surgical room and ICU, directly opposite the entrance was the hospital's outer wall.

[Wish that no one would come here. — A white wall covered with shining white tiles and gilding, bearing countless sincerest wishes, exuding a sense of meaning.]

[Wish realized: Wall cleansing (standing between life and death, having endured decades of wind and rain, carries countless sincere thoughts and beautiful blessings)]

In the eyes of others, just an ordinary big white wall with some slogans, in the eyes of the little fox it seemed like another "wish list".

A neat row of wishes lined up in columns on the wall between the surgical room and ICU.

Ninety-eight percent of the wishes hoped for medical industry progress, the rest wished certain patients would recover and be discharged.

"I knew it... why wishes in the hospital are so hysterical and abstract, turns out, all the serious wishes are hung on the wall, those non-serious wishes never even reach this white wall..."

The little fox looked at the big white wall, then at his wish list, where the succession battle wishes were fading.

There are countless wishes on the white wall, but most are beyond what a little fox can fulfill.

Yet some, akin to consolatory wishes, are those Ansheng can take on.

That unremarkable big white wall was, in the eyes of Master Fox, a legitimate transfer station.

It held the sincerest and most beautiful blessings.

It also had some screened, similar to end-of-life care or consolatory wishes, quite a few were patients wanting to write a last letter to relatives but unable to do so and transformed into thoughts, hanging on the white wall.

All Ansheng needed to do was copy those messages down and then send the letters to the corresponding people.

"Beep-beep-beep—"

The little fox crouched on the ground, looking at the big white wall, but just then, a piercing alarm rang from the ICU monitoring room on the right, waking the little fox gazing at the white wall, also alerted some in the hallway who were weary from waiting for days.

"Eeek!"

Some medical personnel showed shock, hurried out from the ICU, dialed phone in front of the door as if notifying other department doctors to come, seeing this, Ansheng quickly slipped back into the emergency passage.

"Having a Master Fox who might not even pass the hospital's hygiene standards wield a scalpel is demanding too much, better pick something simpler!" The fox muttered to itself, prepared to temporarily leave without disturbing the busy medics.

And in the instant the little fox retreated from the ninth to the seventh floor.

A certain patient's vital signs in the ICU monitoring room suddenly normalized, if not for the remaining heart monitor resembling turbulent waves, the alarm earlier almost seemed fake.

Medical staff stared blankly at the patient, some doubting whether their medical education was misguided.

A vegetative state individual bouncing up, flipping the bed over could be explained as nerve reaction.

But him adjusting the bed, lying back, also tucking himself in, what's that about?

How come, under our care, he moved just because bedsores felt uncomfortable, so turned over?

[There are bugs... pesticide! Insect repellent! I feel bugs inside me! — A patient newly awoken from coma wished to say something, but before his coma could only leave a thought.]

Clamped between life and death, after Ansheng just left, words appeared on the white wall.