The video played out, showing a miniature Zack, no older than four, gleefully sprinting through the hospital garden, completely devoid of any clothing. His tiny face was a picture of innocent joy, utterly oblivious to the chaos he was causing. Valentina bit down on her lip, struggling to contain her amusement. It was mortifying for Zack, of course, but undeniably hilarious from her perspective.
Zack's eyes widened in shock as he registered the…the voice he'd just heard echoing in his mind. The memory of that day flashed vividly before him – the embarrassment, the scolding from his parents, the sheer mortification of being discovered in such a state. And now…a voice commenting on it? A mocking voice?
He froze, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for the source of the sound.
He stared at Valentina, a dawning realization creeping into his eyes. Was…was she the one? Could she somehow be hearing his thoughts?
Valentina, oblivious to Zack's internal turmoil, chuckled again as the system screen displayed another embarrassing memory. This one showed Zack attempting to build a tower out of building blocks, only to have it collapse spectacularly around him, burying him in a colorful avalanche.
Inner voice: And look at you now, Mr. CEO! Still clumsy as ever!
Valentina couldn't help but burst out laughing this time, a genuine, unrestrained laugh that shook her shoulders. It was the first time in a long time she had felt such unadulterated amusement.
Zack's face flushed crimson as he watched Valentina's laughter bubble up from within her.
Valentina sighed, her gaze fixed on a distant point beyond Zack's shoulder. She shook her head, dismissing the fleeting amusement and the unsettling awareness of his thoughts. The system's relentless stream of memories and predictions was becoming overwhelming, a constant reminder of the countless deaths and tragedies she had witnessed in previous lives.
Inner voice: Tsktsk, as I expected, death comes around second eldest brother. I will stay away from you. Your death…blown up, eat poison, research stolen…ah, your poor hands will never hold a surgeon's scalpel again.
Zack opened his mouth to speak, to ask how she knew such things, but a strange sensation seized him. He felt as if an invisible force was squeezing his chest, preventing him from uttering a word. He tried again, but his vocal cords seemed paralyzed.
Valentina shook her head, seemingly oblivious to Zack's struggle. She scrolled through the system screen, her crimson eyes scanning the endless stream of information.
Inner voice: Tsktsk, should I help him? Forget it. Forget I helped you 999,999 times. Now that I am tired, go and die and be with that green tea bitch female lead!
A flicker of coldness crossed Valentina's face, quickly masked by a saccharine smile.
"Brother, I am fine," Valentina said sweetly, her voice dripping with false concern.
Zack took a deep breath, forcing himself to appear calm despite the unsettling feeling that he was being manipulated. He patted Valentina's head dismissively and turned to leave.
"Sleep," he said indifferently before exiting the room.
As Zack disappeared down the hallway, Maw Maw practically vibrated with excitement, its tiny paws drumming against the bedside table.
"Host host! I have more gossip! Here, here! It's about a nurse!" Maw Maw squeaked, practically bouncing with glee.
Valentina smiled sweetly, a predatory glint in her crimson eyes. She leaned back against the pillows and snapped her fingers.
"Let's make it happen! Gossip here we come!" Valentina declared, her voice brimming with a mischievous energy.
At that moment, she saw the name of the nurse – Willow Lang – and a cascade of scandalous gossip flooded her system screen, detailing a youthful indiscretion involving a clandestine affair and academic dishonesty. Valentina's inner voice, amplified by the system's power, broadcasted this information across the entire hospital.
Inner voice: Oh my gosh! Who knew this nurse, Willow Lang, is actually a mistress and also cheated in a medical test? When she was younger, not only did she sleep around but she even slept with a sixtyyearold man! Eww, ewww!
The hospital fell into an eerie silence. Every conversation ceased, every footstep halted. Nurses froze midstride, doctors paused midsurgery, and patients stared blankly at the ceiling. The voice, clear and resonant, echoed through the corridors and into every room, carrying the weight of scandalous secrets.
Willow Lang, a young and ambitious nurse known for her impeccable reputation and dedication to her patients, stood rigid in the hallway. Her face drained of color as she heard the voice in her mind – her secrets laid bare for everyone to hear.
Valentina remained blissfully unaware of the chaos she had unleashed upon the hospital. The sheer entertainment of exposing Willow Lang's secrets was enough to satisfy her for the moment. She settled back against the pillows, a smug smile playing on her lips.
"Host host, let's do the Dean!" Maw Maw chirped, practically bouncing with anticipation.
Valentina's eyes widened, a spark of excitement igniting within her. She placed her slender hands on her soft cheeks, crossing her legs in a graceful pose. A playful grin spread across her face.
She dropped her mouth in anticipation.
Inner voice: Oh my oh Dean William Fang! Ah, when he was a kid, when he first wanted to be a doctor, he rushed to his father! Hahahaha!
Too funny, he went to his parents' room and jumped on his parents' bed and then…grabbed a pen and drew on his parents! When his parents woke up, they asked what he did, and he bluntly told them.
"Mommy, daddy, from here on out, you are my patients!" Hahaha hahaha! Oh my gosh, another funny thing about Dean Fang! When he was fifteen years old, he went to ask a girl out but accidentally asked the wrong girl out! But guess what? Who knew the wrong girl would lead to his future wife – both happily married with three kids, two boys and a girl. Poor Dean Fang, you will die in three days because someone messed with your car.
At that moment, Dean William was in a meeting with the hospital's board members. The room fell silent as the voice echoed through the walls once more.