NOVEL NEXT Chapter 26 - Anger
Zhang Jinsheng was seething with anger!
He could never have imagined Hsu Lee stooping so low.
It was clear to anyone that Hsu Lee had deliberately prevented Ye Hao from entering the exam hall. With his years of teaching experience, Zhang Jinsheng was well aware of what was happening.
Before Zhang Jinsheng could confront Hsu Lee, a security guard intercepted him. “What are you trying to do?”
“Mr. Zhang, please, think this through,” urged Liang Mo.
If Zhang Jinsheng assaulted Hsu Lee, the situation would escalate.
Panic flickered across Hsu Lee's face, but as she watched Zhang Jinsheng being held back by security, her composure returned. “You're causing a scene in the exam hall and attempting to assault an inspector. Have you lost your mind, Zhang Jinsheng?”
“Miss Hsu, you've jeopardized a student's future for your own selfish gains. That's despicable,” interjected a woman with glasses and a short skirt.
“And you are?” Hsu Lee asked, eyeing the woman with disdain.
Wenn Xing was an intern reporter for a newspaper.
She had been on the hunt for a sensational story to boost her profile.
But such stories weren't just lying around waiting to be found.
Today, as Wenn Xing drove by Culture Road, she inadvertently filmed a car accident. She then captured Ye Hao being shot while saving Lin Yuantu—a moment Wenn Xing realized was the explosive story she'd been searching for.
She quietly continued to snap photos.
What astonished her was that Ye Hao, despite having been shot in the chest, was still determined to sit for the SAT.
However, Wenn Xing's focus quickly shifted.
She witnessed Hsu Lee blocking Ye Hao from entering the exam. Discreetly, Wenn Xing aimed her button camera at Hsu Lee and spoke with authority, “I'm Wenn Xing, a reporter with Jiangnan Daily. Can you explain why you're preventing this student from entering the exam?”
Hsu Lee started to explain, but Wenn Xing cut her off, “The rules state that students can enter the exam within fifteen minutes of its start. There's no rule specifically barring latecomers from entering the English exam.”
When Hsu Lee realized that Wenn Xing was a journalist, she became cautious with her words.
“Miss Hsu, you still haven't addressed my question,” Wenn Xing remarked, her tone growing stern as she noticed Hsu Lee's silence.
Truthfully, Hsu Lee was at a loss for words.
Just then, the sound of music from the sports field caught Hsu Lee's attention, and a flicker of joy quickly crossed her face. She checked her watch—it was 9:15 AM.
“Perhaps, Miss Reporter, you should take a moment to check the time before making such statements?”
Wenn Xing's expression shifted upon seeing the time. “Are you stalling?”
“You mustn't make unfounded statements,” Hsu Lee cautioned, then turned to the two security guards. “Lock the gates. No one is permitted to enter.”
Zhang Jinsheng nearly passed out in frustration.
“Mr. Zhang,” Ye Hao said, steadying him with a gentle voice.
“He's sabotaging your future,” Zhang Jinsheng said, his eyes blazing with fury.
“The SAT isn't everything,” Ye Hao stated earnestly.
“But your scores could place you on the Dragon Gate List,” Zhang Jinsheng exclaimed, tears starting to fall.
Dragon Gate List!
The term made Wenn Xing's face pale.
Nationwide, only three students could claim a spot on the Dragon Gate List: the Top Scholar, the Second-prize Scholar, and the Third-prize Scholar.
“Do you really think he has a shot at the Dragon Gate List?” Wenn Xing stepped forward to inquire.
“Three days ago, our school administered a test equivalent to the SAT to him. Do you know his score? 996 points,” Zhang Jinsheng revealed, his eyes reddening. “He lost points on English and Spanish essays, or else he would have had perfect scores.”
“That's impossible,” Wenn Xing blurted out, incredulous at the mention of 996 points.
How could Ye Hao score so high?
Even last year's Top Scholar only managed 980 points.
“If you doubt my word, wait until you see his scores in the other subjects,” Wenn Xing suggested, looking at Ye Hao.
Understanding the truth behind Zhang Jinsheng's anger was becoming clearer to Wenn Xing.
Hsu Lee was sabotaging Ye Hao's future!
“May I ask what the issue is between you and that teacher?” Wenn Xing inquired, turning to Ye Hao.
Ye Hao was about to respond when a sudden, sharp pain pierced his chest, causing him to cough up blood.
Ye Hao claimed it didn't bother him, but how could it not? He had always aspired to be the Top Scholar, to make his parents proud.
But now, his dreams were shattered.
Missing this exam meant that even perfect scores in his other subjects wouldn't secure him a spot on the Dragon Gate List, let alone admission to one of the top six universities.
“Ye Hao, are you okay?” Liang Mo asked, rushing to his aid.
“Take me to the hospital for a bit,” Ye Hao said, his voice faint.
“Okay.”
“We'll help carry him,” Wenn Xing offered, moving to assist.
Ye Hao lay on the hospital bed, his complexion deathly pale as Guo Xiu, his mother, dabbed at her tears.
“Auntie, Ye Hao really needs to rest now,” Wenn Xing whispered gently.
Reporter Wenn is correct,” Ye Zhiguo agreed.
Hearing this, Guo Xiu rose to her feet.
“Hao, rest up. I'll be right outside. Call if you need anything,” Guo Xiu said, then stepped out with Wenn Xing.
“Auntie, may I ask you a few questions?”
“What would you like to know?”
“I'm looking to understand the animosity between Ye Hao and Miss Hsu.”
“Sure.”
Ye Hao closed his eyes, lying back on the bed, feeling his strength slowly returning.
After a brief contemplation, he pressed the nurse call button on the bedside.
Guo Xiu and a nurse hurried in shortly after.
“Hao, what's the matter?” Guo Xiu asked with concern.
“I need to have the bullet removed,” Ye Hao stated gravely.
Initially, Ye Hao had been against the removal, fearing it would interfere with his afternoon exam.
But what condition would his body be in after the exam? The test was scheduled for two in the afternoon.
Ye Hao was confident that in four hours' time, he would regain enough strength to walk.
Guo Xiu's face lit up with joy upon seeing her son agree to the surgery.
“I'll notify the OR,” the charge nurse said briskly.
Ye Hao was swiftly wheeled into the operating room.
The attending physician inspected Ye Hao's wound, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Ye Hao's wound had significantly healed.
How could this be?
The bullet was still lodged in Ye Hao's chest cavity.
It would have been fortunate if the wound hadn't deteriorated, but healing? How was that even possible?
Then, the physician recalled Liang Mo's earlier advice.
When faced with the unexpected, don't react with shock or alarm. Act as if nothing unusual had occurred.
Composing himself, the attending physician spoke firmly, “Prepare the anesthesia.”
“How long will the anesthesia take?”
“Two hours.”
“Proceed with the anesthesia.”
To the physician's astonishment, however, Ye Hao seemed immune to the anesthetic.
“Secure his limbs,” the attending physician instructed without hesitation.
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