Chapter Seventeen: The Mad Kuiwolf

"Doctor, please wait a moment." Just as the doctor was about to step into the room, Chu Feng called out to him.

Old Jin and Old Wang exchanged glances upon hearing Chu Feng stop the doctor. They were both puzzled, unable to understand why Chu Feng would call the doctor back.

"Is there something you need?" The doctor turned to Chu Feng, his face covered by a surgical mask. Chu Feng couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen this man somewhere before.

"Mr. Chen is currently using the restroom. He may be a while, so come with me for a moment—I need to borrow something from you."

Without waiting for a reply, Chu Feng took the cart from the doctor's hands and began wheeling it out of the ward.

Old Jin and Old Wang glanced at each other, both harboring the same question: why did Chu Feng just lie? Moments ago, he had told them that Mr. Chen was already resting.

Though they were suspicious, neither spoke up. Old Wang turned to the doctor and said, "Doctor, you might as well follow them. You can't check Mr. Chen's blood pressure right now anyway."

Hearing this, the doctor in the white coat followed after Chu Feng.

"Old Jin, keep watch here. I'll go see what's happening," said Old Wang, uneasy, as he followed after Chu Feng as well.

Chu Feng pushed the cart all the way to the hospital elevator. Once there, he set the cart aside and waited for the doctor to approach.

Just now, Chu Feng had sensed a faint aura of murderous intent from the doctor. He wasn't sure if his instincts were correct but, for Mr. Chen's safety, he had decided to call the doctor out here.

"Sir, why have you brought me here? What do you want?" the doctor asked as he approached, his voice stiff and lacking the gentleness one might expect from a physician.

"Who are you? What are you doing disguised as a doctor?" Chu Feng challenged, though he couldn't be entirely certain the doctor was an impostor. He was merely probing, hoping to elicit a telling reaction.

If this man were an ordinary assassin, Chu Feng's accusation would likely force a slip or a confession.

The masked doctor's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Chu Feng's words. How had he been exposed so quickly?

"I am a doctor at the Air Force Hospital. I came to check Mr. Chen's blood pressure, as I do every day," the doctor replied after a brief moment of shock, choosing his words with care.

Chu Feng hesitated. Had he been mistaken about that murderous intent? The doctor's demeanor seemed normal.

"Chu Feng, what's wrong? Do you suspect this doctor? If you do, ask to see his identification," Old Wang suggested from behind, hoping to defuse the tension.

At Old Wang's words, the doctor's expression changed drastically, though the mask hid it from view.

"I must have left my ID in the changing room when I swapped clothes. I'll go get it now." With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait. Take off your mask." In a flash, Chu Feng darted in front of him, reaching for the mask.

Startled by Chu Feng's speed, the doctor instinctively stepped back, dodging his hand.

Old Wang, observing this, immediately sensed something was wrong. An ordinary doctor, even if startled, wouldn't have reacted so quickly—let alone dodged Chu Feng's incredibly swift movement. Yet this doctor had evaded him.

With a flip of his left hand, Chu Feng produced a scalpel between his fingers and, in one smooth move, pressed the blade to the doctor's throat.

Cold sweat broke out on the doctor's forehead as he felt the scalpel's keen edge.

Chu Feng slid the scalpel upward a few centimeters and, with a deft flick, severed the mask's strap. As the mask fell away, a face was revealed—one Chu Feng recognized.

"It's you," Chu Feng murmured, momentarily stunned by the revelation.

In that split second, the doctor landed a punch on Chu Feng's shoulder, sending him stumbling back several steps.

Swish! As Chu Feng retreated, he flicked scalpels from both hands. Each blade struck true, sinking into the impostor's left and right legs.

The false doctor collapsed to his knees. Steadying himself, Chu Feng surged forward, chopping the back of the man's neck with the edge of his hand, knocking him out cold.

"Chu Feng, have you met this man before? Who is he?" Old Wang was still reeling from the speed of events. By the time he processed what had happened, Chu Feng had already incapacitated the impostor.

"You should remember—the three assailants who attacked us at the airport. This is the one who got away." No wonder Chu Feng had recognized his face; he hadn't expected their would-be killer from the airport to resurface here in disguise.

Old Wang quickly summoned two nearby soldiers, instructing them to take the impostor—known as Kui Wolf—into custody.

Chu Feng approached the cart the impostor had brought, suspecting he might have hidden explosives or something equally dangerous inside.

He opened the medical kit atop the cart and, sure enough, discovered a small bomb, already armed and counting down with two and a half minutes left.

"This man is truly insane—he actually dared to bring a bomb in here. Was he not afraid of dying himself?" Chu Feng hadn't anticipated Kui Wolf's madness; to carry a bomb into the hospital was unthinkable.

This also made it clear that the soldiers stationed on the second floor were mere decoration; otherwise, how could an impostor bring a bomb in so easily? Unless, of course, he had an accomplice inside.

Cradling the medical kit with the live bomb, Chu Feng broke into a run. He couldn't allow the device to detonate inside the hospital—the consequences would be catastrophic.

Chu Feng remembered an open area not far from the Air Force Hospital, originally intended as the site for a new laboratory building.