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Chapter 170 Impact of the Xishan Explosion

Hearing the person behind him talking to him, Fang Cheng turned around to look.

In the dimly lit corridor, a middle-aged man wearing a security uniform and holding a flashlight walked over.

"I remember you."

Seeing Fang Cheng's slightly surprised expression, the security guard smiled and explained:
"You are the boxing expert who helped our security department teach the thugs a lesson that day."

Fang Cheng thought of this, smiled at him, and politely said hello.

It seems that the night shift is boring.

The security guard also walked onto the balcony and spoke in a familiar manner:
"Is anyone in your family sick and in the ICU?"

Fang Cheng nodded, his eyes fell on the building opposite that had set up a roadblock, and he asked casually:
"It does look strange to have soldiers stationed in your hospital."

"correct."

The security guard smacked his lips when he heard this, and sighed:

"I've worked at Union Hospital for seven or eight years, and this is the first time I've seen such a scene. The patients in that building are not simple."

"Oh, what's going on?"

Seeing that there was something else behind his words, Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask another question.

The security guard hesitated, then lowered his voice and said:

"Do you know about the Xishan bombing? All the patients there were sent from Xishan..."

As he spoke, he glanced around deliberately.

He seemed to be worried that the topic might reveal some secrets and that his leader might hear and punish him, so he was extremely cautious.

However, he couldn't help his desire to share in the end, and after a while he went on to talk about some inside information that was unknown to outsiders.

It turned out that after the explosion in Xishan in the early morning of that day, the authorities gradually rescued many people trapped on the mountain.

Ren'an Hospital, the largest public hospital near Xishan, received most of the injured.

After timely rescue and treatment, some of these injured people have basically recovered and were discharged from the hospital, but some remain in a coma and seem to have become vegetables.

The hospital then sent them all to a rehabilitation center for long-term medical care.

The security guard used to work there as a doorman.

It was normal at first.

After a while, strange things started to happen.

"That night, I was patrolling the building as usual, walking in the corridor, and suddenly I heard a scream coming from upstairs."

"So I immediately ran up to see what happened and if I needed help, but I saw a nurse covered in blood rushing out of a ward."

"She kept screaming and stumbling like a madman. Then, several other nurses came running over and looked at me in panic, telling me not to go over and to call the police."

"I heard the patients screaming in pain in the ward. The sound was very scary, as if they were being tortured or howling like wild animals..."

At this point, the security guard's face was tense, and his knuckles were clenched into fists, as if he was trapped in some terrifying memories.

"Did you see the patient's specific appearance?"

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he asked.

"No, I was frightened by the sound and felt dizzy, so I turned around and ran away."

The security guard shuddered, feeling a lingering fear and a little ashamed:

"I had no idea what was going on. After I called the police, they came quickly. Then a group of people wearing black clothes came. I didn't know which government department they were from. All the medical staff were driven out and interrogated outside."

"Those in black pushed an iron cage inside. When they came out, the cage was covered with a thick cloth. They carefully escorted it to an armored vehicle. Blood was dripping from the covered cage."

"Within two days, the military took over the rehabilitation center and sealed off the entire building, prohibiting outsiders from entering and patients from leaving. After that, all the nurses and I were transferred from our posts."

At the end, the security guard let out a long sigh and said thankfully:

"Fortunately, I didn't see the details clearly, otherwise there would be a lot of trouble."

After speaking out what he had been holding in his heart, he seemed to feel much more relaxed. The two chatted for a while.

The security guard then said goodbye and left to continue his patrol work.

Fang Cheng stared out the window at the gray building standing in the night.

A shrill howling sounded faintly in my ears.

The source of the sound was in the heavily guarded rehabilitation center building several hundred meters away.

If the hearing is not sensitive enough, ordinary people cannot detect it at all.

Fang Cheng felt that the strange sound he sensed when he entered into meditation might also be related to this building that was blocked by the military.

The strange things that the security guard described are directly related to the Xishan explosion.

After glancing at the soldiers patrolling with guns, Fang Cheng shook his head and turned back to the rest area.

The night quietly retreated and the day arrived as promised.

The hospital in the early morning is particularly noisy with people coming and going.

The sunlight shines through the glass windows of the corridor, onto the floor sprayed with disinfectant, evaporating a special smell.

It was like being back in fight club.

Fang Cheng breathed slowly and steadily, and did some light exercise, 200 push-ups and squats, in the rest area.

Then I went to the hospital cafeteria and ate a dozen meat buns and drank four bags of milk.

Then he came to the intensive care unit and, like other family members, stood there watching the scene inside.

According to the doctor, my grandfather will need to stay in there for about seven days to ensure that the stomach where the lesions were removed heals normally and is not at risk of infection, so as to avoid unexpected complications.

While waiting, Fang Cheng received a medical list from the nurse and went downstairs to pay the relevant fees.

In the afternoon, Li Biyun returned to the hospital from home and asked Fang Cheng to go back first.

After all, my grandfather is in the intensive care unit and doesn't need any extra care from his family.

If there is any emergency, she can be called upon at any time since she works in the hospital.

Fang Cheng knew that what his mother said made sense, and thought that after his grandfather was released, he could find a caregiver to take over the hardest care work.

So I stayed there until almost evening, then left Ren'an Hospital and took a taxi back home.

Now that his wallet is fatter, Fang Cheng doesn't spend money lavishly, but at least he doesn't need to be as frugal as before and he saves wherever he can.

Old Factory Street at sunset.

Electric bikes carrying people home from get off work are crowded together, and there is peace and tranquility amid the noise.

The tube-shaped building is bathed in the golden afterglow, as if surrounded by warm colors.

"Creak" sound.

Fang Cheng pushed open the door and walked into the house.

I found that the house had obviously been tidied and cleaned, and the floor, tables, chairs, and stove were wiped clean and shiny.

Even the clothes and pants that I didn't have time to wash had been washed and hung on the balcony.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

My mother really can't sit still.

Suddenly I remembered something, immediately closed the door, put on my slippers, and walked quickly towards my bedroom.

The bed and desk also looked neat and clean.

Fang Cheng then squatted down and dragged out a gray-white metal box and a canvas travel bag from under the bed.

Seeing that the metal box was still locked and there was no sign of it being opened, I breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)