Chapter 72: “Tony Clark is Violating a dying patient...!!!”
"Ahhhhh—!!"
The young woman’s voice broke out of the room and into the corridor like a thunderclap.
Nobody moved.
The sound had co and gone in less than two seconds, but it had done all the damage.
The corridor outside the ergency room was packed now, two dozen people pressed against the walls and the door window, all of them staring at the sa closed door with varied looks.
Just then... another bomb detonated!
"Ahhhh—!!"
Louder this ti... More clear... The kind of sound that travelled through walls and down corridors and up stairwells.
The corridor erupted. "WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE?!"
"Is that the patient...?! Is she in pain...?!"
"That doesn’t sound like pain!!" soone said, in a tone caught between horror and scandal. "That sounds like..."
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"Nobody has the guts to break that sentence.
"SOONE GET PEAK MASTER NATASHA RIGHT NOW!!"
Three junior nurses bolted for the staircase simultaneously, nearly knocking each other down. The crowd at the window pressed closer — so standing on their toes, craning for any angle that might show them more than a closed door.
Inside the room, Tony ignored all the commotion.
He was working with all his focus.
Pagma’s treatnt for pleasure was not a fast process. It was ticulous, layered, each needle building on the last— a sequence that had to be executed in precise order or the whole structure collapsed.
The young woman’s body was fighting it at first, the corrupted cells resisting the life energy like a body rejecting sothing foreign. Tony adjusted, felt the resistance through his fingertips and rerouted the flow the way Pagma’s mory showed him, following paths that conventional dicine hadn’t mapped.
The moaning sounds continued as the young lady felt imnse pleasure in place of pain.
"Mmmm~!"
Tony mopped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and moved to the next needle point.
"Just a little more," he said quietly, to the young woman, to himself, to nobody in particular. "Stay with ."
***
Kelly Don had returned to the third floor within ten minutes of leaving— dicine box in hand, expression arranged into urgent concern— and found the corridor already crowded and the room door still closed.
"Ahhh~!"
She heard the sound from inside.
Her heart shook for a second. She only expected patient’s death and got ready to push all bla on Tony,
"Seems like Tony is in bigger trouble..." She smiled with an evil grin.
She pushed to the front of the crowd.
"Soone needs to go in there," Kelly said, pitching her voice perfectly. "That patient is critically ill — whatever Tony Clark is doing, it needs to stop imdiately!!"
"Should we break the door?!" a junior doctor asked.
"Are you dumb...? This is the Healing Tower." A rank 3 doctor scoffed.
"There’s a critically ill patient in there with an untrained person and no qualified doctor present!! What are we waiting for?!"
"Everybody, that’s Tony Clark inside... anybody want to go against the Clark family?" A fat doctor cried out, imparting sense to the crowd.
Kelly bit her lower lip in thought. ’Spread the word faster,’ she thought, looking sideways at two of her pre-positioned servants who were already moving— drifting away from the corridor crowd, heading for staircases, for other floors, for the mountain path outside.
The word needed to reach every corner of the academy before the door opened.
***
On Rising Sun Peak, a group of outer disciples eating lunch heard it from a passing servant and imdiately relayed it to six more people.
On Falling Sun Peak, a senior disciple mid-training received the news on his golden orb and forwarded it with comntary to his entire contact list. At the academy food hall— still buzzing from the Hamr guy Bond incident— the new story arrived with more added drama.
"Tony Clark is Violating a dying patient...!!!"
A video is already circulating with moaning sounds coming from the ICU.
The story moved faster than walking speed, jumping from orb to orb and mouth to mouth across four peaks and the base of the mountain in under twenty minutes, growing with every telling.
By the ti it reached Sword Peak, it had collected three additional details that nobody could verify and everyone was repeating anyway.
***
"WHAT?!!"
Julie’s voice bounced off the stone walls of Lily’s room and ca back twice as loud.
She was staring at her golden orb with an expression of complete disbelief, the ssage she had just received still glowing on the surface. She looked up at Lily, who was staring at the orb in utter shock.
"What are you doing...Tony Clark!" she muttered with a cold look.
"Sister—" Julie opened her mouth. "I’m sure there’s an explanation..."
"There is definitely an explanation," Lily said, standing up. "And I am going to the Healing Tower right now to hear it directly from his mouth." She paused at the door. "Julie."
"Yes?!"
"Co with ."
"I... yes. Obviously. Coming."
***
The Healing Tower entrance was crowded in a way it had never been before.
Disciples from multiple peaks had gathered in the outer area— drawn by the story, by curiosity, by the universal human instinct to watch disasters in real ti.
The patient queue that usually stretched politely along the outer path had dissolved entirely, replaced by clusters of people pressing toward the building with golden orbs raised and expressions ranging from scandalized to gleeful.
"Is it still happening?!" soone called from the back.
"The door is still closed!!" ca the answer from soone near the entrance.
"How long has it been?!"
"Almost an hour!!"
"AN HOUR?!"
"That fellow must have taken tablets...!?"
The crowd absorbed this information with considerable dramatic energy.
Lily moved through the crowd without stopping, people parting instinctively when they saw her face. Julie followed close behind, murmuring apologies to anyone who moved too slowly.
They took the stairs to the third floor.
The corridor was packed with nurses, doctors, disciples who had co from other floors or directly from outside, all jamd into the space between the stairwell and the ergency room door.
The sounds from inside had not stopped. If anything... The moanings sounds had gotten more frequent, more layered— a pattern of moaning that rose and fell with no predictable rhythm.
Lily pushed through the last row of people and reached the door.
She stood there for exactly three seconds, listening.
"Mmmmm...!!!"
Lily’s ears went pink... face turned ugly... Everyone recorded Lily’s facial reaction.
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