Chapter 115: Human Blood Bun, Does It Taste Good!

"It was those children from the orphanage!"

Wu Mu’s voice was filled with such profound, bone-deep hatred that it chilled the air.

Hearing this, Qin Mu lowered his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the members of the Xie family one by one, before finally settling on Shen Qingliu.

He had grown up in that orphanage himself, and because of that deep emotional attachment, he had always taken great care of the place. Over the past decade, he had frequently sent money back to improve the conditions there. He had even kept up a correspondence with the elderly director, often chatting about which children were particularly mischievous, or which ones reminded him of his younger self—clever, adorable, and lovable.

It had always been a place brimming with vitality and hope.

But now, he learned that those children, who deserved to live happy lives, had been treated as nothing more than a supply chain for organ harvesting by beasts wearing human skin.

How could he not be consumed by rage?

"Investigate everything!"

Fire burned in Qin Mu’s eyes, and his voice, like a thunderclap, tore through the eardrums of everyone present. Zhang Shuhua, whose health was already failing, was so shaken by the sheer force of his command that she bled from her seven orifices and nearly collapsed into unconsciousness.

Wu Mu nodded heavily and immediately strode out of the hall.

Inside the Xie estate, Qin Mu stood alone against the entire Xie family. Yet, even so, Xie Donglin dared not harbor a single thought of resistance. The power behind this young man far exceeded his imagination; he was an existence that the Xie family dared not provoke!

Shen Qingliu’s face was ashen.

Their hospital was exactly as Qin Mu had described—it served the elite exclusively, providing a steady supply of young, healthy organs to those in positions of power who were suffering from severe illness and in need of transplants. Although such things were never spoken of in public, they were protected by the very powerful people who had benefited from these transactions.

Who would ever dare to investigate them in the past? They would likely have been crushed by those powerful figures long before they could even make a move.

But the man before them, Qin Mu, remained completely unmoved by such threats. In fact, he seemed intent on exposing every single person involved!

Before long, Wu Mu returned, his face twisted in fury.

"I’ve uncovered everything."

"The orphanage records show that every so often, someone would arrive with the proper paperwork to adopt a child, but after that, there would be no further news."

The implication was clear to everyone who heard it. These so-called adoptions were merely a front to bring suitable children back to the hospital. These children, all minors, had their vital organs harvested before they could even reach adulthood.

What happened to them afterward? No one dared to imagine.

"And the plaque I gave the Xie family?" Qin Mu asked indifferently.

"Thrown... thrown away," Xie Donglin managed to choke out, struggling under the crushing pressure.

How could he have possibly kept such an ominous object hanging in his home?

But the moment he finished speaking, a wooden plaque was tossed at his feet. Xie Donglin stared at it, horrified: it was the very same one, carved with the words "Infamy for Ten Thousand Generations"!

Qin Mu had actually retrieved it!

"What—what is the meaning of this? Do you truly expect the dignified Xie family to hang such a shameful thing?" Xie Donglin shrieked.

"No need to hang it."

Xie Donglin exhaled, a flicker of relief crossing his face. But before he could even settle, Qin Mu’s voice rang out again, sounding like a death sentence.

"I will have it crafted into a coffin for your Xie family!"

The room erupted. The Xie siblings and Zhang Shuhua all scrambled to their feet, staring at Qin Mu with undisguised terror.

"What?!"

"What do you mean by this?!"

Qin Mu waved his hand coldly, fixing his gaze on Zhang Shuhua.

"Your body is failing. Without a new organ, you won’t last three days."

"Use this coffin I’ve provided for your funeral."

Qin Mu’s word was final, allowing for no argument.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuhua lunged toward the maid, desperate to grab her—that maid was her only hope for survival! But before she could even touch her, Wu Mu kicked her away.

"I will have someone take you to Baidi City for treatment. Once your injuries have healed, you will be sent home," Wu Mu said, gracefully helping the maid up and escorting her away.

Zhang Shuhua lay on the ground like a dying dog, watching helplessly as the very thing she needed to survive was taken away. She tried to scream and curse, but the moment she met Qin Mu’s piercing gaze, her throat tightened as if she were being strangled, and she could not utter a sound.

"Don't forget what I told you. I will be in attendance on the day of the funeral."

With that, Qin Mu turned and left. The members of the Xie family stared at the discarded plaque. It was made of the cheapest, most rotted wood—something their noble family would never even deign to touch. Yet now, Qin Mu intended for them to bury Zhang Shuhua in a coffin made from this rotted wood, branded with the words "Infamy for Ten Thousand Generations."

This was to ensure she would never rest in peace!

"Take this beast with us! I am going to that hospital myself to seek justice for those children!"

Qin Mu strode away without a moment’s delay. Wu Mu returned, dragging Shen Qingliu out like a piece of trash.

After Qin Mu had left, Zhang Shuhua recalled the scene. The thought of the organ that should have been hers—the one that would have extended her life—being ripped away, filled her with such suffocating despair that she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Her face turned deathly pale; it was clear she had little time left.

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Chengmin Hospital.

Today, the hospital was holding a press conference. In the hall, dozens of reporters sat closely packed, notebooks and cameras ready, recording every detail.

Chengmin Hospital hadn't been open long—only five or six years—yet it had risen with such meteoric speed that it threatened to surpass the city’s First People’s Hospital. It was rumored that they had powerful backers in the shadows, which explained their rapid growth.

However, any attempt to investigate yielded nothing. The public could only conclude that the hospital’s exceptional medical skills had earned them widespread acclaim and support.

Sitting at the interview desk was Dr. Cao Yongkang, one of the hospital’s founders and a man of immense influence. Dressed in a pristine white coat, he carried himself with the air of a sage. At a glance, anyone would take him for a virtuous doctor of great integrity, a savior of countless lives.

"Dr. Cao," a reporter raised their hand.

"Please, go ahead," Dr. Cao replied with a gentle, scholarly smile.

"I believe you are aware that a new landmark, Baidi City, has opened in Jiangcheng, and that a pharmacy has been established there. It is said they plan to open further clinics in the future. What are your thoughts on this, Dr. Cao?"