Chapter 28: Gathering Lifespans

While Han was lost in his thoughts, the elevator had already reached the first floor. As Chu Feng stepped out, he immediately heard someone shouting furiously in the lobby.

“I’m telling you, you’d better save my brother’s life today, or I’ll burn this hospital to the ground. Try me if you don’t believe it!”

Brother Ma was gripping a doctor’s collar, roaring at the top of his lungs. The man was bald, with a face full of menace, and his threatening presence was palpable.

“Sir, their injuries are far too severe. I can’t guarantee that I can save them. But if you keep making a scene, they really won’t make it,” the doctor replied. Being manhandled like this made him angry, but the man before him looked every bit the boss of a criminal gang. The doctor dared not provoke him and could only swallow his resentment.

“Then why the hell aren’t you treating them already? If you keep dawdling, I’ll cut you down myself.” With that, Brother Ma actually drew a machete from his waistband.

The doctor, seeing the blade, nearly collapsed in terror—he would have fallen to the ground if Ma hadn’t been holding him up.

Next to Brother Ma stood a dozen or so fierce-looking thugs, each with tattoos, all glaring menacingly at the doctors present.

Once released, the doctor ran at a trot into the ward—not to treat anyone, but to call the hospital director. In situations like this, only the director could handle it.

“Brother Ma, that kid just knocked out Little Six and even kicked us!” The little thugs whom Chu Feng had kicked earlier had all rushed down now.

“So, you dare lay a hand on my men? Looks like you don’t want to survive here.” Brother Ma, still gripping the machete, strode up to Chu Feng.

The nurses and patients witnessing this scene wanted to call the police, especially the nurses—none of them had ever seen anything like this.

“If anyone here dares to call the cops today, I’ll cut them down before the police arrive. Let’s see if you can live long enough for them to save you.” Brother Ma threatened everyone, brandishing his machete. Intimidated, they quickly tucked their phones away, none daring to call the police—no one wanted to lose their life over something like this.

Chu Feng looked calmly at Brother Ma, thinking to himself how arrogant this man was; to speak this way in Beijing, he must have some real power.

“I’m a doctor at this hospital. I can’t guarantee I can save your brothers, but if you keep delaying, none of them will survive—and then it will be your fault,” Chu Feng said coolly, unfazed by the blade.

“You can save them? If you can bring them back, I’ll let you be the boss from now on!” Brother Ma eyed Chu Feng skeptically. The young man wasn’t wearing a white coat—was he a doctor who was just getting off shift?

“I can try, but I can’t promise to save them,” Chu Feng replied, having sized up the group—none of these dozen burly men were easy to deal with.

Chu Feng had just spent fifty years of his life saving someone. Now, he could restore it using these men. He had never intended to save them in the first place.

“Fine. If you save my brothers, I’ll do whatever you want. But if you fail, don’t blame me for what happens next,” Brother Ma said, still threatening even as he pinned his hopes on a miracle.

Chu Feng put on a white coat, disinfected his hands, and entered the ward. Of the eight men brought in, two with the most serious injuries had already been rushed to the emergency room.

Chu Feng went straight to the two most critical cases. Without bothering to examine them, he simply used his watch to take their remaining years. Together, the two had a hundred years left—fifty years each. Unfortunately for them, their lives full of misdeeds had ended with Chu Feng absorbing their excess lifespans.

After taking their years, Chu Feng didn’t dismiss the doctors in the emergency room—he wanted them to wait.

Then, he drained the remaining six of all their years, collecting another three hundred. Now, his watch showed 470 years—enough to extend Old Chen’s life considerably.

“I’m sorry, none of your eight brothers survived. Please accept my condolences,” Chu Feng said blandly as he returned to Brother Ma.

“Kid, I wasn’t joking earlier. Say that again—didn’t a single one of my brothers survive?” Brother Ma roared in rage, pressing the blade to Chu Feng’s neck.

“Then listen closely: all eight of your brothers are dead. Not one survived!” Chu Feng finished speaking, seized Brother Ma’s arm, twisted it with force, breaking it, then reversed the blade and held it to Brother Ma’s neck.

Now, should Brother Ma disobey, death awaited him.

“I advise all of you to stop causing trouble here. Otherwise, I won’t guarantee your survival. Get out now, and stop ruining the hospital’s peace!” Chu Feng struck Brother Ma’s arm with the back of the machete, breaking his bones.

“Aaagh! Get him! Life or death, it’s on me!” Brother Ma screamed, rallying his men.

A dozen burly thugs charged at Chu Feng. Unhurried, Chu Feng ran outside the hospital—fighting inside would endanger patients, and that would be troublesome.

The thugs chased after him, some drawing retractable batons from their belts.

Once outside, Chu Feng waited in an open area. As the dozen men surrounded him, Chu Feng dashed forward, snatched a baton from one thug, and struck his arm with it.

With a crack, the thug’s arm broke and he collapsed. Chu Feng pressed on toward the others.

Again and again, the sound of blows was accompanied by screams of agony. Within a minute, only Chu Feng was left standing.

The ground was littered with burly men, each clutching a broken limb, howling in pain—their arms or legs all shattered.

“A dozen of you against one of me, and this is the result? If I were you, I’d be too ashamed to show my face in this world again!”

Chu Feng sneered at them, then tossed the baton heavily to the ground, leaving a deep pit in the hospital’s cement.