The rubber wheels of the gurney bumped over the wet marble threshold.
Dr. Chen and two military nurses pushed the mobile stretcher into the center of the archway.
Beside them, Qin Dalong laughed, his round belly shaking under his wet suit.
“Take him home, nephew!” Qin Dalong sneered, pointing at the yellow text. “You heard the machine! Lin Mo’s system rejected you! You are a spoiled sixty-two! The old man is finished, and your shipping shares belong to me!”
Qin Haoran stood frozen in the rain, his hands trembling as he stared at the gurney.
Then, the marble archway shuddered.
A deep, musical chime rang through the courtyard speakers, like a bronze temple bell striking at dawn.
The glaring yellow screen vanished.
