CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 385: HAUNTED HOSPITAL ROOM—ARE YOU AFRAID TO STAY?

Gun?

Jack can get one. He has classmates in Meridia, and it’s very easy to get guns there. We’ll figure out a way to bring it to Ravenswood.

"I can promise you, but there’s one condition. Once you get the gun, you need to hide it well. Do not take it out unless necessary, and don’t tell anyone I helped you obtain it."

Jack isn’t afraid of anything else, just Julia finding out.

Such a dangerous thing, if he gets it for Kyle, Julia would definitely be furious.

Jack doesn’t want Julia to be angry, but Kyle’s reasoning isn’t wrong. Even at Mount Cygnus Hospital, he can’t guarantee Julia and her siblings are completely safe. Having a gun provides some peace of mind.

"Brother Quinn, you’re so good. I absolutely won’t tell anyone. If my sister knew, that’d be disastrous!" Kyle said with a pleased smile, eyes flashing with malicious light.

With a gun, dealing with that bitch Ivana becomes much easier.

Kyle walked out of Jack’s ward, satisfied.

He hadn’t left long.

The door to Jack’s ward was suddenly kicked open.

The loud noise startled Jack.

He was furious: "Who the hell kicked the door? Are you crazy?"

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a menacing face charged in, holding a kitchen knife: "Kill the duck!"

The man ran to Jack’s bedside, swinging the knife down towards his head.

Jack was so scared he nearly wet himself, summoning an inexplicable strength to kick the man’s chest. The man fell over, but the knife still sliced off one of Jack’s ears.

"Help!"

Jack hadn’t realized his ear was gone. He was terrified, afraid the madman would get up again and attack him.

"He’s killing people, help!"

Jack screamed hysterically.

The doctors outside heard and rushed in, seeing Jack trembling, face pale, missing an ear and bleeding profusely, unaware of his condition.

The doctor was shocked: "Director Quinn, your ear..."

Jack interrupted loudly, pointing at the middle-aged man on the floor: "He’s trying to kill me, save me..."

The doctors turned their attention to the man.

The man sat on the floor, clutching his chest, crying: "Duck’s paw kicked me... how can the duck have such strength? Boohoo... I want to eat duck."

The man wore hospital attire, a bloody knife at his feet. From his words, it was clear he was a psychiatric patient.

The doctors gasped, the psychiatric ward roughly five hundred meters away — how did he get here, right to Jack’s room?

If a psychiatric patient kills, they’re not criminally liable.

Jack was truly unfortunate.

The doctors carefully approached the man, quietly took the knife, and coaxed him out of Jack’s ward.

Jack suddenly felt intense pain in his ear. He touched and found it covered in blood, almost fainting: "I’m hurt, my ear is hurt... where’s my ear... help me find my ear."

One hand covering his bleeding ear, the other frantically searching the bed for his ear.

He couldn’t find it, and the doctors helped him search too.

If they find the severed ear, it can be reattached.

Time ticked by, and the doctors couldn’t find Jack’s ear; it seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Could Director Quinn’s ear be with the madman?"

"I’ll go check the madman."

Jack, hearing this, was filled with intense hatred and shouted: "If he damaged my ear, then cut his ear off and attach it to me."

Doctor: "..."

No one dared to agree with Jack, cutting off someone’s ear is illegal.

A doctor nearby comforted: "Director Quinn, calm down. Your ear will be found, and even if it’s not, it can be reconstructed. You don’t need to fear being earless."

Jack, face twisted, glared at the speaking doctor: "Calm your ass, are you sick? It’s not your ear that’s cut off, so you feel nothing, talking nonsense?"

Jack was slightly out of control, unable to accept losing an ear, having one reconstructed on his body like a monster, waiting for it to mature, then transplanting it.

The doctor who went couldn’t find the ear with the madman.

Jack had to undergo surgery immediately to stitch up the wound, nearly going crazy with anger.

After the stitching, Jack’s mother arrived at the hospital.

Seeing her son with an IV drip, a white bandage over his ear, she cried.

"Jack... my unfortunate child, why are these disasters befalling you, boohoo..." Jack’s mother wept beside his bed.

Jack’s wound hurt, and his mother’s crying agitated him.

"Mom, don’t cry, I’m not dead yet!"

"Ptui, ptui, ptui, what kind of talk is that? Such ill words, don’t say them again in the future."

Jack’s mother scolded through tears.

After the IV drip, it was afternoon, and Jack’s mother prepared food for him.

Jack had no appetite and told his mother: "Mom, I want to go home now."

His mother was startled: "Home? You’re severely hurt, you need to stay in the hospital until you’re healed."

Besides, the daily inflammation drip, traveling back and forth each day would be very inconvenient.

Jack with a determined look, felt creepy and said: "There’s something strange about this ward, I can’t stay here. If I continue staying, I’ll die."

Thinking of the skull incident previously, he had checked the hospital surveillance and found no one, but a ghostly figure. Every time he thought of this, he’d feel uncomfortable, fear creeping up his spine.

Thinking of the bizarre events lately, and today’s incident.

Jack increasingly feared staying at the hospital.

His mother looked around the ward: "What could be strange? Jack, don’t scare yourself, should I stay with you?"

Jack shook his head, insisting: "I want to go home."

Dean Quinn entered the ward, scolding: "Go home for what? In this condition, just stay in the hospital until you’re healed."

Jack protested: "Dad, you don’t know the situation..."

Dean Quinn laughed, having heard everything clearly outside: "You mean this ward is haunted? You’re afraid to stay?"

Jack hearing "haunted," turned pale with fright: "There are supernatural events in this world."

Dean Quinn scoffed: "I think you’re haunted by your own thoughts."

Jack frowned: "Dad..."

Dean Quinn interrupted Jack: "Enough, if you’re haunted, let your mom get a peace charm from the temple for you! Your mom believes in such things; Buddha will protect you."