Chapter 130: Making it Seem Like I'm Panicked

Hospitals are never pleasant places.

For the rich, they represent misfortune.

For the poor, they are hell.

Zhang Hongmin was one of the poor. His daughter had leukemia, and the exorbitant medical expenses had crushed him, forcing him to his knees. If kneeling could cure his daughter, he would kneel forever.

Any upright man can resist being controlled by emotions or money, but most cannot escape the pull of family.

Recently, however, his life had been blessed. He had met a benefactor, someone who had extended a helping hand and rescued him from his desperate situation. Even if this person was mentally ill, he would forever be grateful.

"The director's medical skills are incredible! He was able to save him!"

"That's obvious. The director is the best in the hospital."

Two doctors pushed an emergency gurney, flattering the director.

Zhang Hongmin, preoccupied, was about to fetch some hot water for his daughter. Passing the gurney, he glanced curiously at the patient, then suddenly exclaimed:

"Benefactor! How did you end up like this?"

His eyes widened.

He thought he wouldn't see his benefactor in the hospital again, at least not for a while, but unexpectedly, they met again.

The doctors were stunned, looking at Lin Fan's blackened face. Honestly, it was hard to tell who he was.

"You can recognize him like this?"

"Even if my benefactor turned to ashes, I would recognize him." Zhang Hongmin was astonished. His benefactor had been admitted to the hospital a while ago, reportedly for touching a high-voltage box. He had asked how he could end up in such a state.

After learning the truth, he understood. Perhaps this was just the peculiar behavior of a mentally ill patient.

Old Zhang said, "He was cultivating, guiding lightning into his body for a deeper level of cultivation. With my acupuncture, he succeeded."

The doctors exchanged glances, looking helpless. They didn't dare say a word, afraid of upsetting the mentally ill patient. They lifted him onto the bed and quietly left.

Zhang Hongmin looked at the weather outside. Guiding lightning into the body, to put it bluntly, meant being struck by lightning.

His benefactor was truly extraordinary. He could only say that his benefactor was unique. Though he thought this, he couldn't forget that both his benefactor and Old Zhang were mentally ill.

Naturally, he needed to be careful.

"Dad, what happened to the big brother?" his little girl asked.

Zhang Hongmin replied, "It's nothing, just the result of his cultivation."

Looking at his daughter's rosy cheeks, his heart filled with joy. Hope had returned to his life.

If it weren't for his benefactor, he didn't know what he would have become, perhaps a walking corpse in this world.

Beside the bed, Lin Fan remained unconscious. No one knew whether he was knocked out by the lightning or by Old Zhang's "Cosmic Circulation Technique." At least, he was alive.

Old Zhang took out his silver needles. He had promised to continue Lin Fan's acupuncture treatment after the incident, and now was the perfect opportunity.

"I won't interfere."

Zhang Hongmin sat quietly, watching the neighboring bed intently. He only dared to look, not speak, as Old Zhang inserted the needles into his benefactor's body.

He actually wanted to stop him, but he was his daughter's only support. What if something happened?

Benefactor, you must hold on!

If something happens to you, I will definitely take care of you.

Time passed quickly.

The Qigong cultivation technique was profound, a method for developing the human body. Cultivation was extremely demanding, and reaching a deep level was incredibly difficult, achievable only with a mindset like Lin Fan's.

Although unconscious, his body autonomously began to circulate the technique, absorbing energy particles from the air, something ordinary people couldn't perceive.

Transformation takes time.

He was currently undergoing this process.

Shadow monitored Lin Fan and Old Zhang.

"Terrifying. He's not dead."

If he had been struck by lightning, he would certainly be dead. Just what kind of powerful individuals had the department brought in?

He had heard the doctors say that Lin Fan was mentally ill.

He wanted to laugh.

But on second thought, it made sense. After being struck by lightning, it was normal for doctors to make such assumptions.

March 29th!

The weather improved, and a beautiful day began.

"This is the egg I just had the nurse boil for you. Eat it." Old Zhang handed the hen's egg to the nurse, who returned with it boiled. The nurse looked terrified, as if she had seen a ghost.

The egg was brought to Lin Fan's mouth.

Lin Fan woke up, unable to move, and could only stare. "Give it to the little girl. She needs the nourishment."

Old Zhang looked at the egg in his hand. "I'll give her mine."

"You like eggs. You eat one. I don't need it." Lin Fan said.

Such touching friendship, enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

However, the situation seemed a bit frightening to Zhang Hongmin. He took out an egg and said, "Benefactor, no need to give it away. We have some here."

He was grateful to his benefactor. His body, positioned between the beds, showed how much he trusted him, even if he didn't quite trust mentally ill people.

"That's good." Lin Fan opened his mouth and swallowed the egg in one gulp. "It's really delicious."

"You're a good hen."

The evil rooster felt a pang of sadness. The egg was his, like giving his child away to be eaten. How could there be such a cruel father in the world, utterly heartless?

But it knew the principle of an undercover agent: dedication. Only a dedicated undercover agent was a truly good one.

"Lin Fan, I just gave you acupuncture. Do you feel anything?" Old Zhang asked.

Lin Fan replied, "A feeling of rebirth."

Old Zhang beamed, delighted. "Am I really that amazing?"

"Amazing," Lin Fan said.

Their communication consisted of mutual praise. Only praise could reach the depths of one's heart.

Lin Fan turned his neck, and with a crack, the bandages securing it broke. He smiled at the little girl in the next bed.

"Long time no see."

He watched her with a clear, gentle gaze.

The little girl's eyes crinkled into crescents when she smiled. "Hello, big brother."

His smile was warm and comforting to the little girl, like the sun, radiating warmth and light.

Zhang Hongmin stepped aside.

Please, benefactor, feel free to look at my daughter.

As long as you don't have an episode, I'll support you even until the end of time.

This was the only thing he could do now.

If this could repay his benefactor, he would let him watch until tomorrow morning.

Special Department.

"He's not dead?"

One-Eyed Man was stunned when he received the call from the hospital.

He dismissed the thought. How could he think such a thing?

"How do they cultivate?"

One-Eyed Man pondered. He had examined Lin Fan's body, and all his data was normal, but were the things he did something an ordinary person could do?

If he were an ordinary person, he would be chatting with Hao Ren right now, and at most, he'd give 500 yuan as condolence money, send a wreath, and mourn.

Afterwards, One-Eyed Man went to a fruit store and bought a basket of fresh fruit. After some haggling, he went to the hospital to visit them. He didn't say much, just offered a few words of comfort, told them to rest well, and that the department was waiting for their return.

Of course, he also ran into Liu Kai, the new member, who was still in the hospital.

He was recovering well.

He would be discharged in about ten days. One-Eyed Man wanted to leave quietly. Meeting more people meant buying more fruit baskets. However, there was no way around it. Liu Kai saw him, so he had to smile and go in, offering a few comforting words.

Liu Kai was so moved he almost cried.

New members like him were usually ignored. He never expected the head of the Special Department to visit him personally. Although he didn't bring a gift, this visit completely won Liu Kai over.

Young people were easily satisfied.

Just because One-Eyed Man couldn't avoid him and came to visit, Liu Kai was so excited.

Indeed, those in high positions were popular.

In the office, Jin He Li clicked in on high heels, swaying her hips. "I heard that the member you brought to the Special Department was struck by lightning and hospitalized?"

She had been investigating the backgrounds of those two members.

But she had no leads.

All information was tightly controlled by One-Eyed Man.

"Oh, he wasn't struck by lightning. There were just some complications during cultivation," One-Eyed Man said with a smile.

Jin He Li looked at One-Eyed Man as if to say, Do you think I'm a fool?

Do you think I'll believe your lies?

"I'll investigate it myself." Jin He Li felt that things were not as simple as she thought. She hadn't had such thoughts before, but after discovering this incident, she felt something was amiss.

She thought of investigating at the hospital. Hospitalized individuals had to register, and perhaps she could obtain useful information from there.

One-Eyed Man said, "Don't bother investigating. I can only tell you that there's nothing wrong with them."

"I'm telling you this very seriously."

He knew what Jin He Li was thinking.

He pretended to be serious, not because he was angry, but because he didn't want Jin He Li to continue investigating. If she found out that the two he brought back were patients from Qingshan Mental Hospital, he would lose face.

"I know." Jin He Li turned and left. What did she mean by "I know"?

One-Eyed Man knew that Jin He Li would likely investigate.

Currently, not many people knew their identities.

"The hospital."

He considered Jin He Li's methods. She would likely investigate at the hospital. Given their reputation there, many doctors knew them. He took out his phone and made a call.

He had no other intention.

He just planned to use his authority to pressure the hospital, to make them be more careful, not to be too reckless. They should know what they could and couldn't say.

He had been busy lately. Headquarters wanted him to go there, and he had already agreed. He was playing a game of diverting the tiger from the mountain. They thought they could create trouble, as if he couldn't.

Let's see who could last until the end.

He could say with certainty that once he left Yanhai City, he would have fallen into their trap.