The middle-aged woman, flustered and frantic, lunged forward to grab Su Shen—only to discover, to her dismay, that he was completely immovable. It was like trying to tug at the base of a marble statue.
Originally, Su Shen had merely intended to toss the young man out of the hospital room and be done with it. But given the way things were escalating, he realized that simply leaving him at the door would likely mean more disruption later. With one hand still gripping the young man by the collar, he turned on his heel and dragged him straight down the hallway.
The woman followed, her wailing cries echoing off the sterile hospital walls like some tragic opera performance.
The young man squirmed in protest—once, maybe twice—but quickly gave up. He wasn’t a fool. One look at Su Shen’s broad shoulders and steely expression, and he knew this guy could snap him in half without breaking a sweat. The very idea of taking a punch from him made the young man go limp. And yet, his mother kept shrieking behind them, completely ignoring his desperate glances for her to please stop. It was as if she wanted him to get beaten up, the way she kept provoking Su Shen like that.
When they arrived at the hospital director’s office, Su Shen flung the young man toward the door with effortless force. The poor guy nearly kissed the floor.
Su Shen turned to the startled hospital director, his tone cold and businesslike. "He was smoking inside the patient room," he said. "His family was loud, disruptive, and completely inconsiderate. My wife has just given birth, and this chaos is not acceptable. Director, I expect this to be handled. My wife needs rest—undisturbed, quiet rest."
The director looked visibly unsettled. He had seen his fair share of difficult families, but this man was something else—there was authority in every word and every glance. And he remembered all too well the call he had received after Su Shen’s wife was admitted: an upper-level directive, making it clear that this man was to be treated with utmost priority. A national hero. The kind of person you don’t want to disappoint.
The director shot up from his seat and barked at the young man, "Do you not see the ’No Smoking’ signs posted in every room? What were you thinking? Apologize. Now."
The young man looked helplessly at Su Shen, face pale. At that moment, his mother barged in behind him, already pointing a trembling finger at Su Shen and winding up for another round of invective.
He grabbed her arm before she could launch into it. ’Is she crazy?’ he thought. This guy could probably get them thrown out of the hospital with a single call.
"I’m sorry, sir," he stammered quickly. "I won’t do it again. I also apologize on behalf of my mother, for everything. We really didn’t mean to cause trouble."
But Su Shen wasn’t looking for apologies. His voice was firm as he turned to the director. "This family is clearly too volatile. I want my wife moved to another room."
He hadn’t planned to pull rank—after all, he was no longer in the service—but if it came to Gu Zi’s peace of mind, all bets were off. She deserved to rest comfortably, and if leveraging a bit of authority could make that happen, he wasn’t going to hesitate. Not for a second.
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