aircannonsinc Chapter 218 Dean of Students Li Shufang
Chapter 218 Dean of Students Li Shufang
Da da da, da da da.
The sound grew closer, and a woman in a black business suit walked quickly towards them.
She was about fifty years old, with her hair neatly combed and wearing black-rimmed glasses. Her eyes behind the lenses were very sharp.
He surveyed Shen Yu and his group of four like a hawk, with an air of authority and scrutiny honed from years of managing students.
She is Li Shufen, the Dean of Studies at Yu Ying Middle School.
Li Shufen stopped in front of the four people, frowned, and spoke with obvious impatience and wariness:
"Who are you? What are you doing in the teaching area? It's class time now, and outsiders aren't allowed to come in without permission, don't you know that?"
"Hello, Director Li, I'm Lu Mingyu, the older brother of Lu Yutong from Class 3, Grade 11." Lu Mingyu quickly stepped forward, his tone pleading.
"My sister is still in a coma in the hospital. We have consulted many doctors but they cannot find the cause of her illness. So we would like to ask Mr. Shen to come to the school to take a look and see if there is any other problem."
"Other problems? What problems?"
Li Shufen scoffed, giving Shen Yu a once-over with disdain in her eyes.
"I think you're just grasping at straws, being scammed by quacks! Schools are places for teaching and nurturing, not for spreading feudal superstitions!"
The school has invited the city's best psychological experts to conduct psychological assessments and provide counseling for all students.
The doctor said that these children are experiencing this condition because of excessive academic pressure and emotional instability during adolescence.
You should trust science and take your child to a reputable hospital for treatment, instead of going to these quacks.
"Director Li, my brother-in-law isn't a charlatan!" Shen Zixuan immediately became anxious.
"He's really capable! The last time we encountered something much more bizarre, my brother-in-law solved it all!"
"Young man, I know you mean well."
Li Shufen looked at Shen Zixuan and said earnestly,
"But we can't do this kind of thing recklessly. Who will be responsible if something happens? The school is already chaotic enough; I don't want any more trouble. You should go back quickly and take good care of Lu Yutong."
Shen Yu gave Li Shufang a deep look, then suddenly spoke.
"Director Li, do you remember Lin Xiaoyu, who committed suicide by jumping off a building three months ago?"
Li Shufen's expression changed instantly.
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but Shen Yu caught it clearly.
"Lin Xiaoyu?" Li Shufen asked, trying to appear calm.
"Of course I remember. She committed suicide due to depression, and it had nothing to do with the school. That matter was resolved a long time ago, why are you bringing her up?"
"It's nothing," Shen Yu said calmly. "I just heard that all the strange things started after she jumped off the building."
"Nonsense!" Li Shufen said sharply.
"Those are just rumors spread by students! They're completely unfounded! I'm warning you, stop talking nonsense here! Leave now, or I really won't be polite!"
After saying that, she turned and left, her steps hurried, as if she were running away from something.
Watching her retreating figure, Shen Zixuan said angrily, "That old woman is simply unreasonable! She clearly has a problem, but she won't admit it!"
Lu Mingyu sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness:
"Since the students fell into comas one after another, my parents and other parents of the victims have come to the school to communicate many times. Every time, it was Director Li who met with them and always gave the same excuse of 'excessive pressure and mental illness'."
Whenever we mentioned ghosts or similar things, she would severely reprimand us, even threatening to expel us from school, and wouldn't give us any opportunity to ask further questions.
Shen Yu calmly spread his divine sense throughout the entire teaching building, clearly distinguishing two completely different cold and resentful thoughts.
A faint, thin wisp of resentment, carrying the bitterness and grievances of a young girl, lingered in the fifth-floor corridor.
Another thick, murky aura, a vast expanse of Yin energy formed from the intertwined resentments of dozens of young men and women, lay buried deep beneath the soil of the abandoned air-raid shelter behind the teaching building, its resentment thick and oppressive.
It was Lin Xiaoyu's resentment that stirred up these yin energies, drawing them up to harass the students, steal their souls, and cause them to fall into a deep coma.
"Her deliberate concealment does not mean that the clues will completely disappear."
Shen Yu withdrew his divine sense, turned his gaze to the group, and spoke in a calm and resolute tone.
"Let's go to the hospital to see Lu Yutong."
*
The inpatient department of the Municipal People's Hospital is always filled with the smell of disinfectant, which is cold and pungent.
The four of them took the elevator to the neurology ward floor. The corridor was bustling with people, patients and their families. The sounds of footsteps, voices, and the ticking of instruments mingled together, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere.
Lu Mingyu led them to the door of a private ward at the end of the corridor and gently pushed it open.
The ward was quiet, with thick curtains drawn and the light dim.
Lu Yutong lay on the hospital bed, covered with a white blanket, her face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
With his eyes closed and long eyelashes drooping over his eyelids, he remained motionless, looking as if he were asleep.
However, upon closer observation, one will notice that her breathing is very weak, and her chest rises and falls extremely slowly.
Her fingers would occasionally twitch unconsciously, and her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were having a terrible nightmare.
Lu Yutong's parents sat by the hospital bed, their hair mostly white, their eyes vacant, their faces full of exhaustion and haggardness.
Lu's mother leaned on her husband's shoulder, sobbing softly, while Lu's father held his daughter's hand tightly, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Upon seeing Lu Mingyu bring Shen Yu and the others in, Lu's parents quickly stood up.
"Mingyu, you've come." Mr. Lu's voice was terribly hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Dad, Mom, this is Mr. Shen I told you about," Lu Mingyu quickly introduced. "Mr. Shen agreed to help us take a look at Yutong."
Mr. and Mrs. Lu immediately looked at Shen Yu, their eyes filled with pleading. Although they also felt that this matter was somewhat absurd, they were unwilling to give up any hope at this moment.
"Mr. Shen, please, save my daughter," Lu's mother cried, about to kneel before Shen Yu.
Shen Yu quickly helped her up: "Auntie, please don't do this. Let me check on the child first."
He walked to the bedside and looked down at Lu Yutong on the bed.