Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 285, Section 015: Visit
"Hello, hello?"

Seeing that Jin Ziyue remained silent for a long time, the homeroom teacher on the other end of the phone called out to him several more times.

"Teacher, do you know which hospital that female student is in?"

Jin Ziyue asked.

"Her homeroom teacher has already gone to the Second Municipal Hospital."

Jin Ziyue thanked him and quickly hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Jin Junlai, who was listening nearby, vaguely guessed what was happening.

"Ruolan is in trouble. I need to go back and see her," Jin Ziyue said worriedly.

"With your current skill level, do you even have the ability to protect yourself?" Jin Junlai asked in a deep voice, his arms crossed in front of him.

Jin Ziyue thought about it seriously for a while and said, "Perhaps it's not enough, but Ruolan is an important friend of mine."

"Sigh, I knew it would be like this." Jin Junlai sighed helplessly and said, "Since there's no time to awaken the bloodline of the Fate Master, let's learn about destiny first. I'll tell you the spells and mental techniques. How much you can comprehend on the spot depends on your own fate."

Jin Ziyue looked at his father gratefully and said, "Thanks, Lao Jin."

Jin Junlai rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't it only natural for a father to help his son? Why are you thanking me? If you're really grateful, then protect your own life even more."

As he spoke, he gestured for Jin Ziyue to raise his hand, and then grasped his wrist. The vortex of wind flowed slowly, spreading from the man's wrist to the boy's arm.

The breeze felt cool and refreshing, completely different from the agonizing pain of killing someone.

"Do you feel it? This is not the power of the Mandate, but the effect exerted by the human being as the subject and by the human will. Only a person with a high degree of unity of spirit and energy can make the Mandate submit and swear allegiance to you."

Jin Junlai moved very slowly, and Jin Ziyue could clearly feel every wisp of air being stirred.

“Destiny depends on one’s own spirit and will, on the true ‘momentum’ that humans are born with. The strong remain strong because their will is like steel and their fighting spirit is like a tiger. This kind of high-spirited and upward-looking emotion is the key to unlocking one’s destiny.”

Jin Junlai glanced at him. He recalled when he first met Jin Ziyue. His movements were swift and decisive, indicating that he was close to reaching the threshold of the spiritual world, but had not yet fully grasped the path.

Jin Ziyue closed his eyes, and a gentle vortex of wind surrounded him, softly blowing his bangs.

Jin Junlai was fairly satisfied with the kid's reaction.

Calm and resolute, like an unyielding rock.

Keep this momentum going and complete your trial.

While Jin Ziyue closed his eyes to meditate, Jin Junlai's lips curled up slightly.

……

The wind whispered in my ear.

Like a smooth-skinned elf, she gently wiped her cheek with her hand.

Jin Ziyue could sense that this was Jin Junlai extending goodwill.

The wind carries emotions; compared to the mere ability of fate, destiny seems to more directly reveal a person's intentions.

[Rumors] can create storms of up to level 10, or they can turn into a gentle breeze.

This wind, however, was not an effect created by the decree.

If you awaken your own sense of destiny, you might perceive the difference more clearly.

Without the overflow of the commanding words, the energy is even more difficult for the one who controls the destiny to detect.

This reflects one's personal temperament and will.

Compared to the life trajectory guided by destiny, there seems to be an inexplicable freedom.

It's like walking on a road that someone else has repaired, or forging your own path.

In the dim light, Jin Ziyue seemed to have grasped something.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Jin Junlai looked at him with interest, but did not ask any questions. Instead, he dismissed him, saying, "Let's go."

"Ah."

There is no need for many words between father and son.

Jin Ziyue nodded to him, then turned and walked towards the shady trees and weeds outside.

The rising sun slanted across the room, draping itself over Jin Ziyue's shoulders and caressing the man standing behind him.

Even without turning around, Jin Ziyue could sense that the man was standing quietly behind him, watching him walk away, while he himself became smaller and smaller in the background, until finally, he disappeared under the cover of the jungle thorns.

……

Half an hour later.

The hospital corridors smelled of disinfectant, nurses hurried about, and patients sitting quietly on benches waiting for their appointments.

Instead of asking the front desk, Jin Ziyue commissioned the group of terrorists who were still in high school at the breakfast meeting to hack into the hospital's surveillance system.

"Bring some ether and triazolam, and if possible, some GHB or GBL (nervous drugs)."

One of his friends, upon hearing that he was going to the hospital, excitedly gave him some advice.

Jin Ziyue ignored him.

The surveillance footage shows that there are no suspicious individuals present, and it is confirmed that there are no suspicious persons lying in wait nearby.

He only entered the hospital after ensuring his safety.

Chen Ruolan's hospital room was easy to find, after all, it had just made the news. This incident was extremely serious; many residents on the first few floors were killed, the survivors were in very poor mental condition, and the fire further affected the entire building.

The media condemned the murderer on television, but because the killer also perished in the fire, it was difficult to identify him for a time.

The tragedy has reached a stalemate.

The criminal investigators did not linger after the media left.

They knew that the cleanup work wasn't their responsibility; their purpose in comforting the victim was more about eliminating potential threats. After confirming that the girl hadn't become alienated, they quietly left.

Jin Ziyue lowered his eyes and stood outside Chen Ruolan's room.

Through the glass of the room door, you could see the girl sleeping quietly in the hospital bed. She was wearing a breathing mask, and various tubes were densely arranged, which made people feel scared. Her whole body was wrapped in gauze, with only her tightly closed eyelids showing.

A young man sat on the edge of Chen Ruolan's bed, remaining motionless.

That was Chen Ruolan's homeroom teacher; if I remember correctly, his name was Qing Li. At school, he took good care of Chen Ruolan; perhaps because of the small age gap, he was more like an older brother to her.

Jin Ziyue knocked on the door.

The young teacher snapped out of her daze and opened the door for him.

Jin Ziyue sized up the girl's homeroom teacher. He had delicate features, wore thin-rimmed glasses, and was a refined-looking young man.

"you are?"

"Hello teacher, I am Ruolan's friend, and I also study at Yanhe," Jin Ziyue explained his purpose.

"Hello," Qingli replied politely. "Come in."

The hospital bed was clean and tidy. The plain white gauze couldn't hold back the girl's hair, and occasionally a playful sliver of burgundy peeked out from the gaps. Although the sunny side was covered by curtains, it still enhanced the brightness of the room, at least preventing it from feeling gloomy.

呼吸机运作声很轻，面板上浮现着常见的标注，30cmH2O的PEEP、20cmH2O控制压和10%的氧浓度等数据。

Jin Ziyue came to Chen Ruolan's bedside.

If it weren't for these bandages of various sizes and the gruesome scars, the girl would look quite beautiful sleeping. But now, she has large areas of burns on her body, dried bloodstains are faintly visible on her eyelids, and her swollen eye sockets have clearly been subjected to violence. Her arms are laid flat on both sides, and it seems that splints need to be wrapped around them in the bandages for fixation.

"She's just out of danger, and the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. She finally managed to fall asleep." Qingli walked to Jin Ziyue's side, looking at the girl on the hospital bed with heartache.

"She..." Jin Ziyue was about to speak when Qing Li glanced at the unconscious Chen Ruolan and whispered:

"Let's go out and talk."

(End of this chapter)