Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1342: After He Huang Que

According to He Huang Que, adrenaline pens are classified as highly controlled medications. Not only are they never taken out casually, but several people have to approve, even when needed before they can be dispensed. She knows this because she is allergic to seafood, and sometimes, when she’s craving it and circling the table like a shark, her dad would scare her, saying, “Go ahead, eat it. When we get you to the hospital, there won’t be enough time to get the medicine!”

“It’s actually in the medicine storage room.” He Huang Que led the way for Wan Qingge while speaking, “My dad said there’s a separate room behind the room that’s locked up like a vault. It’s hard for people who don’t know about it to discover it. Oh, are you trying to steal this because it’s valuable?”

She stopped and turned around seriously, “If you need money, just go back to school instead of stealing things. We’ll all chip in and raise money for your living expenses.”

Wan Qingge didn’t know what to say momentarily, so he only smiled at her. “I need it for myself.”

He Huang Que seemed to misunderstand and educated him about being careful with food. She seemed to think stealing medicine was perfectly normal. When Wan Qingge arrived at the storage room door again, the first thing he did was send He Huang Que away, saying, “This has nothing to do with you. Pretend you didn’t see me.”

“I can keep watch in the corridor for you.” He Huang Que was enthusiastic, saying, “Later, you’ll have to teach me how to do my homework. I have a difficult math paper.”

A grand posthuman reduced to teaching kids to do homework—indeed, he needed to leave as soon as possible. After Wan Qingge finally managed to shoo her away, he quickly swept through the room—someone had already arrived for work, standing in front of a desk writing something.

He quietly pushed the door open and slipped inside, crouching low. The storage compartment for medicines was right behind that person, and he had to get into it to reach the locked iron door. Wan Qingge squatted on the ground, reaching into his storage pouch to retrieve a few blades Lin Sanjiu had given him.

This time, before coming, Lin Sanjiu had given him quite a few things, acting as if her tools were free; he even felt a bit embarrassed and simply left the mirror that could show memories for her before leaving.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the thin blades smoothly sliced through the air, cutting through the legs of the metal workbench one after another. With a loud clang, the table suddenly collapsed. The worker stumbled, nearly getting hit on the foot by the table. As he regained his composure, he hurriedly crouched to see what went wrong.

“Goodness, what a poor quality.” When he complained and held up the countertop, Wan Qingge quietly walked past him and entered the storage room quickly. “Everything here is like tofu scraps.”

Knowing the location and getting the medicine was an easy task. Wan Qingge had spent some time in this world and had long discovered that no matter what documents, notices, spirits, or instructions were issued from above, the bottom line was to follow the trend for a while. Once the storm passed, the bottom would slack off again, neglecting their duties, and more often than not, everything would be forgotten. Before reaching the iron door, he unexpectedly found a bunch of keys hanging on the wall, probably for convenience. Now, he didn’t even need to pry open the door.

The medicine room, indeed, had quite a stockpile. He gathered nearly thirty adrenaline pens in one go. Although each pen only contained 0.3mg, using several pens at once should be enough for a posthuman. However, with this theft incident, the next time might not be so easy. Wan Qingge glanced at the manufacturer’s information on the medicine boxes, thinking the manufacturer’s stock should not be small. The only trouble was that this was an out-of-town address.

Since the storage room had no windows, he had to return the same way he came in. Fortunately, the worker had gone out to call someone after the table collapsed. Wan Qingge just left naturally, and no one noticed him. Although a staff member was in the room, he didn’t know how Huang Que somehow managed to distract them, but she seemed to think she had made a great contribution and eagerly asked, “Did you get it?”

“I got it,” Wan Qingge said. Looking at her little face, he involuntarily softened, adding, “All thanks to you.”

Blushing, He Huang Que hugged his arm and whispered, “Then, about my homework…”

If he didn’t hurry back with the adrenaline pens and stayed to teach the children to do their homework, He Huan would kill him.

“I have something important to do.” Wan Qingge had just started, but seeing He Huang Que’s expression, he sighed.

“Ten minutes, I only have ten minutes. You can only pick one question, the hardest one.”

“What if you also don’t know how to solve it?” the girl laughed.

“Then I’ll beat you up.”

He Huang Que giggled and ran off to get her homework. Wan Qingge took off his white coat, left the room, scolded himself for being unclear-headed, and went to wait for her in a pavilion behind the hospital. Under He Huang Que’s relentless pestering, ten minutes turned into fifteen. Finally, after making promises to return and see them, he firmly walked away, shaking off He Huang Que.

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Alone in the pavilion, He Huang Que sat with her head in her hands, watching the direction where Wan Qingge disappeared, sighing softly. Most of her worksheets were still empty, but she couldn’t focus on solving any more problems. Teacher Wan — she couldn’t shake off the habit of calling him that — was different from everyone else she had met. Even when comparing idol stars to him, there seemed to be something missing… What exactly it was, fifteen-year-old He Huang Que couldn’t tell. She just faintly worried that Teacher Wan would suddenly disappear one day, just like when he first appeared.

If only he could stay with them at school all the time.

Returning to the hospital building with her homework, she found her dad standing by the window in the corridor, looking like he was waiting for her. He Huang Que’s heart pounded, and she glanced outside, realizing she could see the pavilion from the window.

“Who’s that guy?” Her dad looked strange, and she couldn’t tell if he was angry — his expression was like someone suddenly handed him a monster and told him to dissect it. He stared at He Huang Que, angrily saying, “Speak!”

“A…a school teacher.” He Huang Que was startled and stammered, “Just happened to meet him.”

“A teacher?” her dad sneered, pointing to his department. “Get back in there and do your homework. I told you not to come out. You’re idle all day long, doing nothing useful!”

He Huang Que felt her face burning with anger, but she turned and went back into the room. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and she couldn’t write a single word on her worksheet. She wanted to ask her dad to let her go home — but she heard her dad’s voice before she could reach the door.

“Hello? Eh, Teacher Zhao. Hello, I’m He Huang Que’s parent.” He said on the phone, “Didn’t you show us a bit of surveillance footage last time… Right, I just saw that person still talking to my daughter… Right, he’s here at our hospital; he just walked away a few minutes ago. Shouldn’t we warn the kids to be careful? I told her not to meet him again.”

Her dad paused, sounding confused. “No need? But isn’t he a dangerous individual? Oh, alright, alright. If He Huang Que sees him again, I’ll definitely report it.”