nucmednet Chapter 791 Returning empty-handed
Chapter 791 Returning empty-handed
In the quiet and slightly depressing VIP ward of Kuncheng Central Hospital, the air seemed to be frozen.
Teng Zijing was extremely anxious and just wanted to rush out of the ward to find out An Yu's whereabouts.
However, the four bodyguards left by his grandfather were like an indestructible wall, blocking the door and completely blocking his way.
There was a stubbornness in Teng Zijing's eyes, a determination not to give up until the goal was achieved.
He pursed his lips tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, with the knuckles turning white.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to break through this obstacle and find An Yu.
Unexpectedly, in this stalemate, the bodyguards, forced into desperation, actually made a bold move - they used electric batons to knock Teng Zijing unconscious.
Following a burst of crackling electric current, Teng Zijing felt a strong electric current spread throughout his body.
His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, his legs went limp, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.
While in a coma, the extremely nervous Teng Zijing fell into a terrible dream.
In the dream, the scene shifted to a solemn courtroom. Grandpa was wearing a judge's robe, which was as black as ink and exuded an awe-inspiring aura.
Grandpa sat upright on the high judge's seat, his expression solemn and dignified, like an inviolable statue.
And in the center of the court stood An Yu. Her eyes revealed a trace of panic and helplessness.
But more importantly, after being overwhelmed by Qiu Beichen's death, he showed his determination to take revenge on Teng Zijing and his deep hostility.
Her lips trembled slightly as she admitted her revenge plan against Teng Zijing. Teng Zijing was extremely anxious and tried his best to protect An Yu.
He shouted loudly, trying to explain the misunderstanding to his grandfather, but his grandfather was ruthless and turned a deaf ear to his words.
The entire courtroom seemed to be shrouded in an invisible force, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
In this extremely tense atmosphere, Teng Zijing suddenly woke up from his dream.
His eyes were wide open, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead, rolling down his cheeks.
The waves of pain from his abdomen were like sharp needles, stabbing him again and again, making him clearly aware that he had just had a nightmare.
Teng Zijing was gasping for breath, as if he had just struggled back from the brink of life and death.
At this time, Deng Zhouyi hurriedly brought a cup of hot water and said with concern: "Master Jing, are you having a nightmare?
Come, have a drink of water to calm your nerves." His eyes were filled with worry as he carefully handed the cup of water to Teng Zijing.
Teng Zijing took the cup of water and drank it all in one breath like a thirsty person seeing the rain.
Then, he returned the cup to Deng Zhouyi with a stern look and angrily scolded him, "If you hadn't been so stupid and hadn't called the old man here without permission, would I be in such a passive position now?"
His voice trembled slightly with anger, and every word seemed to be filled with rage.
"I'm sorry, Master Jing." Deng Zhouyi said timidly, with a trembling voice.
"I'm just worried that if something happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to the old man. If the old man blames me, he will definitely skin me alive."
He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Teng Zijing's eyes, and rubbed the corners of his clothes nervously with his hands.
Teng Zijing angrily retorted, "You're afraid that the old man will peel off your skin, but you're not afraid that I will peel off your skin, right?"
His eyes were like a sharp sword, shooting straight at Deng Zhouyi, as if to pierce him.
Deng Zhouyi quickly raised his head, his eyes softened, and he showed a silly smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Teng Zijing thought of An Yu's difficult situation in his dream, and said anxiously, "Listen, find a way to get rid of these bodyguards. I must go to the base to find Grandpa.
This time, the old man is personally involved, and I'm afraid he'll dig up a lot of things. We brothers may have a hard time these days."
As he spoke, he paced back and forth in the room, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
Deng Zhouyi asked doubtfully, "That's not the case! The old man would at most arrest Miss An and question her. There's no need to look for us brothers!" He frowned slightly, his face full of confusion.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Teng Zijing interrupted him impatiently. "Go and trick them in two by two. They actually dared to hit me with an electric baton. I have to settle this with them."
After saying that, he strode to the coffee table, quickly picked up the ashtray with one hand, and the ashtray seemed to have become a weapon in his hand; with the other hand he picked up the trash can.
Then he tiptoed to the door and hid himself, and he also gave Deng Zhouyi a wink, indicating him to open the door.
Deng Zhouyi sighed helplessly, walked slowly to the door, and opened it. The four bodyguards outside the door heard the noise and gathered again.
Deng Zhouyi said lazily, "Come in for a moment, you two. Master Jing has something to say."
After saying that, he waved his hand, pretended nothing had happened, and walked straight to the bedside.
The two bodyguards were completely unprepared. As soon as they entered the room, Teng Zijing seized the opportunity.
The ashtray in his hand hit one of them hard on the head. Before the man could even let out a scream, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
At the same time, Teng Zijing quickly put the trash can over the other person's head, and then kicked him hard. The man staggered and fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could struggle to take off the trash can, Teng Zijing rushed up with lightning speed and punched him in the face accurately. The man lost consciousness instantly and collapsed to the ground.
Teng Zijing did not forget to quickly search the two men for electric batons, holding one in each hand, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
The two people outside the door heard the chaotic noise coming from inside, looked at each other, and instantly realized that the situation was not good.
They hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in recklessly. However, what they didn't expect was that Teng Zijing was standing at the door, not dodging or evading, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Before they could react, Teng Zijing swung the electric baton in his hand, and a strong electric current instantly hit their abdomen.
The two of them felt numb all over, their bodies began to twitch uncontrollably, and they groaned in pain until they completely fainted.
Teng Zijing looked at the baton in his hand, waved it a few times, and said with a sly smile, "This thing is not bad to use, huh!"
After saying that, he hid his baton in the sleeve of his hospital gown and strode towards the door.
Seeing this, Deng Zhouyi shouted, "Master Jing, wait for me," and hurriedly chased after him.
In the mysterious and hidden Q Project research base, the surroundings are so quiet that you can almost hear the sound of air flowing.
The base has a unique architectural style, with cool lines and high-tech decorations complementing each other, highlighting its extraordinary status and mission.
The old man was alone in his office, slumped in his large office chair, his face weary. The soft light shone down, but it couldn't dispel the weariness from his brow.
At this time, a cadre in a neat uniform walked into the office with steady and powerful steps.
He stood tall and straight with a serious expression, holding a stack of documents in his hands, which were the interrogation records of several friends of Teng Zijing.
The cadre walked up to the old man, bowed slightly respectfully, and said, "Commander, this is the record of the interrogation we just conducted with Teng Zijing's friends."
The old man closed his eyes slightly, said "hmm" tiredly, and signaled the cadres to continue reporting.
The cadre cleared his throat and continued in an orderly manner: "Wei Qingyang is the owner of a 4S store.
After a detailed investigation, it was found that this person had no bad habits and had always adhered to the normal business model.
The store is operating well and has a good reputation in the industry, and no unusual circumstances have been found."
"Ouyang Jian operates an entertainment city. During the investigation, we rigorously reviewed its business scope and operating methods.
It was discovered that apart from following the service standards of the entertainment industry in conducting business activities, he did not have any excessive problems.
All operating indicators and activities of the entertainment city are within normal range, and the correlation with this incident is extremely low."
"Next is Yang Fan, the manager of the Tengzijing Racetrack. According to our in-depth investigation, earlier this month, he participated in a high-stakes gambling game in the billiard hall on Commercial Street and lost over half a million yuan.
At that time, he was in trouble and had no choice but to ask Teng Zijing to come to his rescue. After seeing Teng Zijing at the gambling scene in Jia Sidao's territory,
Jia Sidao opened his mouth wide and proposed a bet of five million per game, with the stake being his shop in the commercial street.
In the end, Jia Sidao lost the bet and sold the shop to a kid named Jiang Shuo.
The cadre paused, adjusted the order of the documents in his hand, and then said: "After Jia Sidao's confession,
The fierce conflict that took place in front of the Grand Mercure Hotel that day was precisely because of the transfer of rights to the shop with Xiao Jiangshuo.
However, unexpectedly, they met Jiang Chengyu, the president of Zidong International there.
The two sides had a fierce dispute over this child. Regardless of their identities as CEOs, they even fought in public.
We have carefully compared and analyzed the statements of several people and ensured the authenticity of the matter. Commander, please direct the next steps."
The old man frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "Is the adjutant back?" His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an invisible majesty.
The man nodded respectfully and responded quickly: "Not yet!" Just as he finished speaking, a crisp knock on the door sounded in the silent office. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear.
The man heard the sound, turned around quickly, walked to the door with steady steps, reached out and gently opened the door.
I saw the adjutant standing outside the door with a mysterious look on his face. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if hiding countless secrets.
The adjutant tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the man, and he greeted softly, "Zhang Jie?" His voice was not loud, but it revealed a sense of familiarity and tacit understanding.
"The adjutant is back." Zhang Jie responded calmly, with a hint of respect in his tone.
The adjutant said nothing more and walked straight into the room, his steps light and steady. He walked to the desk, first looking at the old man, then looking back at Zhang Jie.
The old man immediately understood, nodded slightly, and said in an unquestionable tone:
"Get out! Send them out quickly and decisively." Every word was clear and powerful, revealing a sense of decisiveness and resolution.
"Yes!" Zhang Jie answered without hesitation after hearing the instruction. He turned around and left the room again with a steady pace, gently closing the door behind him.
The old man turned his gaze back to the adjutant, and seeing that the adjutant returned empty-handed, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
He stared at the adjutant closely, his eyes like sharp probes, as if trying to find the answer he wanted from the adjutant's face.