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At the People’s Hospital of the City, Director Wu’s office.
Song Kexing and Wu Chunhua made their way smoothly to the door.
Wu Chunhua couldn’t wait to knock.
“Please come in.”
As soon as Director Wu spoke, Wu Chunhua was nearly brought to tears.
“Dad!” She suddenly pushed open the door and ran in.
Song Kexing quickly followed her in, locking the door behind them.
“Chunhua, what happened to your face? Who hit you?”
Seeing the swelling and bruises on his daughter’s face, Director Wu stood up in agitation.
Wu Chunhua cried as she clung to his arm, loudly shouting:
“Dad! It’s that wicked woman! You must call the guard at the door and have her arrested!”
Director Wu’s gaze turned to Song Kexing. When he saw her disheveled state with a bloodied wound on her face, his brows furrowed slightly.
“Chunhua, tell Dad the truth. Did you do this to her?”
He knew what his daughter was like—always bullying others, never having been beaten herself.
Compared to the young woman in front of him, his daughter’s injuries were minor.
“Dad! I didn’t hit her! She was beaten by someone else and took it out on me!”
Wu Chunhua was furious.
Not only had she been beaten by someone who used to bully her, but she had also fallen out with her closest friends.
It was too much to bear! Everything was Song Kexing’s fault!
With a face full of accusations, Wu Chunhua quickly recounted the whole situation.
After hearing this, Director Wu’s expression turned dark.
“Young lady, this is your fault. Which family are you from? I’m going to have a good talk with your parents!”
“Dad, her father’s surname is Song, the one who used to be the general manager of the department store!”
Wu Chunhua hurriedly reminded him.
“Hm, I know now.”
Director Wu’s eyes flashed with contempt.
So she was from the falling Song family—nothing to worry about.
“Young lady, what you did today was over the top. I’ll call the police and have them teach you how to behave!”
Anyone who dared to bully his precious daughter must be punished.
“Hmph! Song Kexing, you’re done for!”
Wu Chunhua walked up to her, a smug expression on her face.
Just as she finished speaking, Song Kexing, who had been silently standing there, suddenly made her move.
She grabbed Wu Chunhua’s hair and slammed her face against the desk!
Then she pulled out a knife from her pocket and held it near her face:
“You tell me, will your dad call the police faster, or will I cut your face faster?”
“Dad! Dad! Save me! Save me!!”
Wu Chunhua screamed in terror.
She couldn’t afford to ruin her looks—she was so beautiful, if her face got ruined, she wouldn’t be able to marry!
“Young lady… please let go of my daughter. Let’s talk this through!” Director Wu was starting to panic.
His precious daughter couldn’t be hurt; otherwise, his wife would never let him off the hook.
“I don’t want anything else. Just give me a certificate and I’ll let her go.”
Song Kexing laid down her conditions.
This was her purpose for coming out today.
“What certificate do you want?” Director Wu frowned. “Our hospital isn’t hiring right now, I can’t offer you any special treatment.”
Director Wu thought Song Kexing wanted a position at the hospital.
To be honest, he was in a position where he could grant such a request.
But he certainly didn’t want to arrange a time bomb for the hospital.
But he wasn’t interested in arranging a time bomb for the hospital.
“It seems your father doesn’t love you that much,” Song Kexing said, smiling as she slid the knife over Wu Chunhua’s face. “Now, tell me, where should I cut you next?”
“Dad! Give it to her! Give her my job offer!”
The cold knife grazed her face, and Wu Chunhua was on the verge of breaking down.
“Dad! Please! I don’t want my face ruined! Woo woo woo…”
Seeing his daughter crying so miserably, Director Wu gritted his teeth, “Fine, I’ll agree to it!”
This grudge, he would remember!
Director Wu took out some stationery from his drawer and quickly wrote a recommendation letter.
Upon seeing this, Song Kexing lazily spoke:
“I heard that the hospital job offers are being sold for 650 yuan. I don’t need much, just 600 yuan, and I’ll return the job offer to Wu Chunhua.”
“You dare to play me!” Director Wu slammed the table, his face turning red with anger.
“So, are you giving it to me or not?”
Song Kexing’s knife tip traced a thin line of blood on Wu Chunhua’s face.
Wu Chunhua immediately screamed, “Dad! Dad! Hurry and give it to her!”
Director Wu’s face darkened, his mind in turmoil.
Finally, under the pressure of his daughter’s crying, he took out 60 large notes.
Song Kexing raised an eyebrow. It seemed like this man had been pocketing quite a bit.
She took the money, but still didn’t release Wu Chunhua.
“Write me a certificate.”
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
Director Wu’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her with a murderous look.
“Nothing much,” Song Kexing said casually.
“I was hurt today and felt a bit mentally disturbed. Just give me a certificate saying I have a mental illness.”
Director Wu and Wu Chunhua were dumbfounded: ???
Wasn’t this person mentally ill to begin with?
Who would willingly ask a doctor for a certificate of mental illness?
Wait, maybe she really was crazy. That would explain these reckless actions.
Director Wu: “Our hospital doesn’t issue such certificates. We’ve never done it before.”
He was telling the truth.
In this era, most people with mental illness either stayed at home or were locked up in psychiatric hospitals.
Medical development was still backward, and many diseases couldn’t be treated, let alone mental illnesses. So the hospital had never issued such a certificate.
Song Kexing: “It’s fine. I’ll teach you how to issue it.”
If the conditions didn’t exist, then she’d create them.
Hearing this, Director Wu was about to explode.
“You think certificates can just be issued like that? They need to be reported to higher authorities! I don’t have that authority!”
The certificate had to bear his signature, his personal seal, and the hospital’s seal.
If something went wrong later, the responsibility would fall on him. He couldn’t take that risk.
“Fine. Then if your daughter’s face is ruined, don’t blame me. You’ll be the one who didn’t help!”
Song Kexing tightened her grip on Wu Chunhua’s face.
“Ah! Dad!!”
“Don’t hurt my daughter! Tell me how to issue the certificate!!”
Ten minutes later.
Song Kexing walked away with 600 yuan in her pocket and a certificate for mental illness in hand, looking completely satisfied.
Maruko was right: killing people is illegal.
But mentally disturbed people who kill might not be held accountable.
And once she had the certificate, she wouldn’t need to be afraid anymore.
From now on, she’d use her certificate when she felt like beating someone.