nucmednet Chapter 1061 It Has to Be You
Chapter 1061 It Has to Be You
The "Boshan Sanatorium" was originally a tranquil sanctuary with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but now it is surrounded by layers of police cordon, and the flashing police lights reflected on the white exterior walls, exuding a grim atmosphere.
Inside the sanatorium, the glass doors in the lobby were smashed, tables and chairs were overturned, and men in black, armed with controlled knives and pistols, stood on both sides, turning the entire lobby into a temporary stronghold.
Two office chairs were moved to the center of the hall, where Feng Yan and Feng Zhan sat upright, their expressions sinister.
On the ground, Feng Tao and Gu Ze were bound hand and foot, bloodstains at the corners of their mouths, their faces as pale as paper, and they were curled up weakly.
Opposite them, a chair stood alone, with Feng Tao's mother, Isabella, firmly strapped to its back.
Her feet were tangled with the chair legs, and she stared blankly ahead, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around her.
The caregivers had already hidden in the offices or cubicles, some peeking through the cracks in the doors, too scared to even breathe.
A man in black grabbed Dean Shi by the collar and dragged her from her office down the corridor.
After navigating a winding path, he reached the center of the hall, shoved the man to the ground without hesitation.
Dean Shi was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf, his legs went weak, and he staggered several times before he could stand up.
"Vice President, the Dean has arrived," the man in black reported coldly.
Feng Yan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Dean Shi, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you the director of Boshan Sanatorium?"
"Yes...yes, Vice President." Dean Shi's voice trembled as he stole a glance at the bound Isabella.
Then she caught sight of Feng Tao and Gu Ze on the ground, and she was so frightened that she spoke with a sob in her voice.
Feng Yan held a cigar between his fingers, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Amidst the swirling smoke...
His gaze was fixed on Dean Shi as if he were looking at an ant: "Recently, who has visited Isabella?"
"Butler He... Butler He," Dean Shi stammered in response.
What did he bring with him when he came?
"I didn't bring anything with me, I just...I looked at her for about thirty minutes and then left."
At this moment, several men in black came down from the second floor and reported, "Vice President, we've searched all the rooms, but we haven't found anything."
Feng Tao suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter laced with sarcasm: "You guys are really stupid."
Butler He has followed his father around for decades, how could he leave things in an unfamiliar place?
If it were me, I'd put it right under your noses, somewhere you can see it every day but can't touch it, haha…”
"Shut up!" Feng Zhan kicked Feng Tao repeatedly, "You son of a bitch, tell me! Where did you hide the stuff, you old bastard!"
Feng Tao rolled on the ground in pain, groaning. He looked at his two half-brothers, his eyes filled with no trace of blood ties, only a chilling coldness.
"Stop hitting it!" Gu Ze shouted anxiously, his voice hoarse. "We really don't know! Feng Tao is right, maybe Butler He really did hide it right under your noses!"
Feng Yan raised his hand to stop Feng Zhan, twirling a cigar between his fingers. His gaze fell on Isabella's dazed face, then swept over Feng Tao—
Meanwhile, Feng Tao, lying on the ground, gritted his teeth despite the excruciating pain, his eyes fixed fiercely on the two brothers.
Feng Yan's smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, he stood up with a hint of ruthlessness and slowly walked towards the dazed Isabella.
He took a puff of his cigar, slowly flicked off the ash, and then shoved the lit cigarette butt hard against the nape of her neck.
Isabella flinched, and as she felt the burning pain, she let out a silly whimper, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her eyes.
"Feng Yan, stop right now!" Feng Tao roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot. "What kind of skill is it to lay a hand on a woman? If you have the guts, come at me!"
Just then, outside the sanatorium's outer wall, Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi, along with their team members, nimbly leaped in like cats.
Like well-trained cheetahs, they silently gathered towards the center of the hall.
Because the hall had no windows on all sides, the limited view hindered the attack, so Teng Zijing waved his hand at Hu Zi.
Tiger immediately understood, and with a smoke bomb in his mouth, he crouched low and rushed into the hall.
With a "bang," the smoke grenade exploded, and white smoke instantly filled the air, causing panic among the people inside.
"Where did this dog come from? Shoot it!" the crowd exclaimed. Gunshots rang out suddenly, and bullets grazed Tiger's fur.
Seeing this, Feng Zhan grabbed Feng Tao, wrapped his arms tightly around his neck to shield him, and stared warily toward the door, his finger tightening on the trigger.
Amidst the swirling smoke, police officers seized the opportunity, swiftly advancing from the corridor and doorway, and firing precisely at the men in black.
In a panic, a man in black tried to drag Gu Ze away as a hostage, but he was shot dead by the police as soon as he reached out his hand, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
Another man in black reached out to grab Dean Shi, who had been fleeing. Dean Shi had already screamed and run wildly down the corridor when Hu Zi burst in and the smoke filled the air.
The police reacted swiftly, aiming at the sinister hand reaching for Dean Shi, and shot him in the head, causing blood to splatter on the spot.
In the chaos, Feng Zhan sensed something was wrong, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he prepared to pull the trigger.
Tiger seized the opportunity, leaped up fiercely, and pounced hard on Feng Zhan's arm.
In the instant Feng Zhan was distracted, Teng Zijing fired a shot, the bullet hitting him precisely in the forehead. Feng Zhan didn't even utter a sound before falling straight down.
Upon seeing this, Feng Yan got up and tried to run away, but when he caught a glimpse of Feng Zhan falling to the ground, he let out a short cry of alarm: "Feng Zhan!"
In that moment of stunned silence, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes. His bloodshot eyes snapped towards Isabella, and he pulled the trigger—"Bang!"
"No!" Feng Tao, who had fallen to the ground when Feng Zhan was attacked by Hu Zi, saw Feng Yan pointing a gun at his mother.
He mustered all his strength to get up and lunged forward to shield Isabella.
The moment the bullet pierced his body, he groaned, his eyes meeting his mother's with a hint of emotion, before he slowly collapsed.
Seeing this, Deng Zhouyi leaped forward and delivered a flying kick, knocking Feng Yan to the ground.
The officers rushed forward, quickly pinned him down, and handcuffed him behind his back.
"Feng Tao! Feng Tao, hang in there!" Teng Zijing rushed over and hugged him, his voice filled with urgency.
Feng Tao opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at his mother who was being protected in front of him, and said in a weak voice, "Master Jing... save... my mother..." After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
Zheng Nanyan rushed in with her support team, the shouts of the crowd piercing the hall.
Zheng Nanyan gave a stern command: "Take them all away."
Immediately afterwards, the siren of an ambulance approached from afar, shattering the deathly silence of the sanatorium.
Medical staff rushed over with stretchers and carefully lifted Feng Tao and the wounded Isabella onto the stretchers before quickly sending them to the hospital.
In the hall, the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving behind a mess and a pungent smell of blood.
Tiger squatted at Teng Zijing's feet, watching the pedestrians cleaning up the battlefield, letting out a low whimper.
Sunlight streamed through the broken glass, falling on Feng Yan's retreating figure as he was led away.
It seemed as if the gloom of this health resort had finally been dispelled, but it also left indelible scars.
Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji sat affectionately in the reception area, the aroma of tea wafting through the jewelry store from the round coffee table.
Mu Xiaoji opened the box listlessly, took out the ivory fan, and fiddled with it in his hand.
"I never expected that Shuyazi would actually bring your things back."
I felt regretful for a long time that I couldn't bring you anything back as a keepsake.
Jiang Chengyu smiled faintly, opened the velvet box, took out the jade bracelet, and took Mu Xiaoji's left hand, saying, "Come here, let me help you put it on."
Mu Xiaoji froze on the spot, looking at Jiang Chengyu in disbelief: "Little monster..."
"Give me your hand, what are you standing there for?" Jiang Chengyu urged.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the jade bracelet and questioned, "This is your mother's keepsake. Are you sure you want me to wear it?"
Jiang Chengyu said confidently, "It belongs to you alone."
Mu Xiaoji hesitated for a moment, then slowly tightened his fingers, watching Jiang Chengyu put the ring on his left wrist.
Mu Xiaoji touched the smooth texture and said sullenly, "Little monster, don't you regret it?"
"What is there to regret? I've decided to spend the rest of my life with you. No matter what it takes, as long as you're healthy and happy, that's all that matters."
After saying that, he took Mu Xiaoji's left hand and stood up, strolling leisurely in front of the various display cases and exhibits of Wanbao Jewelry Store.
The jewelry in the glass display case refracted tiny lights under the lamp, making Mu Xiaoji's eyes sparkle.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the various Buddhist amulets in the display case with great interest: "Hey little monster, this gold-inlaid jade amulet looks pretty good! Take it out and let me try it on."
Jiang Chengyu remained calm and said, "No, it doesn't suit me."
"The Sea Shark has encountered so many dangers this time, I think you should wear one to ward off evil spirits."
Mu Xiaoji insisted, and after speaking, he walked towards the counter with his cane, earnestly taking the item.
Jiang Chengyu reached out and grabbed him, gently squeezing his palm with his fingertips: "Hey Xiaoji, don't make a fuss. It's enough that you're by my side. I'll always be able to turn bad luck into good."
Looking into his earnest eyes, Mu Xiaoji suddenly smiled, the curve of her eyes like candy melted in the sun:
"Let me taste it. Did the little monster sneak some honey at noon? Its mouth is so sweet."
As she spoke, she reached out and hooked her arm around Jiang Chengyu's neck, the jade bracelet on her fair arm making it look even more exquisite.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head obediently and met Mu Xiaoji's thin lips with a kiss.
Just as they were lost in their sweet romance, a commotion suddenly arose outside. Pedestrians on the street, as if drawn by a magnet, surged towards the advertising display screen on the street corner.
The murmurs drifted in through the glass door, and you could vaguely hear words like "Feng's family" and "sanatorium."
Mu Xiaoji frowned: "What's going on outside?"
Jiang Chengyu followed his gaze to the doorway: "Why don't we go and take a look?"
As the two walked out of the jewelry store, a small circle of people had already gathered on the street, all looking up at the huge advertising screen.
The screen was playing news, and the reporter was standing in front of a white building with a microphone in hand. The sign for "Boshan Sanatorium" could be seen in the background.