Chapter Eighteen: Kuilang Has Taken His Own Life

After Chu Feng dashed out of the hospital with the medical kit, he began running toward the vacant lot. The lot wasn’t far from the First Hospital, only a few hundred meters away.

From upstairs, Old Wang blinked and saw Chu Feng rushing out with the kit. Without hesitation, Old Wang hurried after him. At that moment, anxiety gnawed at Old Wang’s heart; he would have rather risked his own life than let anything happen to Chu Feng—after all, Chu Feng was the only one who could save Old Chen.

As Old Wang exited the hospital, he caught sight of Chu Feng just outside the front doors and quickly gave chase. Chu Feng ran desperately toward the vacant lot, counting the seconds as time slipped away, his mind calculating when the explosion would occur. He didn’t want to die; he still had his sister to care for, and if he died, she wouldn’t have much longer either.

He sprinted for his life, and after nearly two minutes, mustering every ounce of strength, Chu Feng hurled the medical kit as far as he could. There were still ten seconds left until the explosion, so he threw it without hesitation.

A thunderous boom erupted barely ten meters away, followed by a wave of blazing fire. Chu Feng felt a blast of air sweep past him, and he stood there gasping for breath, never having imagined he would be racing against death itself. Even when he had fought to save critically ill patients in the hospital, he had his watch to give him a moment of hope. But today, the watch could do nothing to help him. Fortunately, Chu Feng had outrun time, tossing the kit away just before the explosion.

Inside the hospital, Old Jin and the soldiers guarding the ward heard the detonation. Chaos erupted on the second floor as everyone rushed into Old Chen’s room.

Old Chen, newly asleep on his bed, was jolted awake by the blast. He could scarcely believe that someone wishing him dead would go so far as to use explosives.

“Old Chen, are you alright?” Old Jin hurried to his bedside, anxious to see if Old Chen had been affected.

“I’m fine. Look at all of you, flustered and panicked—how do you call yourselves soldiers? All those bullets never took me down before, and you think one little explosive could end me?” Old Chen’s face hardened as he scolded Old Jin and the soldiers.

Old Jin didn’t mind Old Chen’s rebuke. As long as Old Chen was safe, Old Jin would gladly be scolded every day.

“Go ask around. Find out what happened and see if Xiao Wang and Chu Feng were injured,” Old Chen instructed, quickly sending someone to check on Chu Feng and the others.

“Just now, Chu Feng and Old Wang intercepted a doctor. That doctor was supposed to check your blood pressure, but for some reason hasn’t come after all this time,” Old Jin explained, recounting what had happened at the door. Old Chen listened thoughtfully, saying nothing.

“Chu Feng, are you alright?” Old Wang rushed to Chu Feng’s side, checking urgently for injuries from shrapnel.

When Old Wang heard the explosion, he nearly collapsed, fearing Chu Feng had been blown to pieces.

“I’m fine. Let’s head back, check on Old Chen, and interrogate the impersonator posing as a doctor,” Chu Feng said. After resting for two minutes, he and Old Wang returned to the hospital. Despite the layers of guards on the second floor, Chu Feng was still uneasy—it had been their lapse that allowed the explosive to be brought in.

Upon returning, they found the guards still at their posts. At the door to the ward, seeing Old Jin absent, Chu Feng and Old Wang burst into the room.

Inside, Old Chen and Old Jin sat on the sofa, speaking quietly, while two soldiers stood by Old Chen’s side.

“Old Chen, are you alright?” Chu Feng hurried to his side.

“These old bones have withstood countless bullets and storms. How could one explosion frighten me?” Old Chen’s tone was light, showing no hint of fear. Men like him, forged in war, did not tremble at such threats.

“Old Chen is fine, but tomorrow you mustn’t look at documents anymore. Instead, I’ll take you out for some sun,” Chu Feng said after checking his pulse, finding that Old Chen’s health was unaffected by the blast.

“Report! The fake doctor just died—no idea how,” a soldier suddenly announced as Chu Feng and the others were rejoicing over Old Chen’s well-being.

Chu Feng and Old Wang’s eyes filled with shock at the news—the impersonator had died.

“Old Chen, I’ll go check and see what happened,” Chu Feng said, then asked the soldier to take him to where the impostor had been held.

The soldier led Chu Feng to a temporary storage room for medical equipment. The body of Kui Lang, the fake doctor, lay inside, still bound with rope, but with black blood trickling from his mouth.

Chu Feng donned white gloves, approached the corpse, and pried open Kui Lang’s mouth. He saw that a lower tooth was missing; coupled with the black blood, it was clear that Kui Lang had had a poison tooth implanted. If his mission failed, he would bite down, ending his life with poison—such men would never let their enemies learn anything from them.

Simply put, he was a death operative from the Land of the Sun, willing to obey orders at any price, even at the cost of his life.

Chu Feng ordered the police to take the body away for autopsy, to determine what poison had been used.

His mood grew heavy; he hadn’t expected to encounter someone like Kui Lang, who would stop at nothing, even sacrifice his own life, to achieve his goal. Of course, before leaving, Chu Feng made sure to collect any excess lifespan from the man, if only to accrue a bit of merit.

After all was done, Chu Feng returned to Old Chen’s ward, where Old Wang and Old Jin remained by Old Chen’s side.

Chu Feng had been here for a day now, yet neither Old Jin nor Old Wang had ever mentioned any family coming to visit Old Chen.