The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 156 Death and the Fat Receptionist (10)

Chen Guifen's situation has put the Labor Bureau under unprecedented pressure.

His phone had been vibrating almost nonstop for the past few hours.

The phone kept ringing with calls from retired leaders, former colleagues, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, each call filled with urgent inquiries and stern questions.

The weight these calls carried made him take them very seriously.

Faced with this situation, the labor bureau has handed the phone over to his assistant.

Lao Ju stood solemnly in front of the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on Chen Guifen, who was wrapped in layers of bandages.

His tightly furrowed brows revealed a mixture of heartache and anger—as a bureau leader, how could he not want to get an explanation for Chen Guifen?

The footage from the surveillance video kept flashing through his mind. The existence of that mysterious old man, and the various forces that might be involved behind him, made the whole matter extremely complicated.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. The most urgent task now was to ensure Chen Guifen's safety; as for holding people accountable, there would be plenty of time after leaving this ward.

Suddenly, the "mummy" on the hospital bed stirred slightly and let out a barely audible groan.

The labor bureau chief immediately leaned closer, putting his ear close to Chen Guifen's mouth. Through her intermittent murmurs, he gleaned the most crucial information.

After a long while, Director Lao slowly straightened up, a complex expression on his face.

Guilt and self-blame intertwined in his eyes—Chen Guifen's vague words conveyed her plea all too clearly:

She only asked for her child's safe return and said she would not pursue anything else.

This old logistics worker, who was once obsessed with revenge to the point of madness, now only wants to be like an ordinary mother, devoted to the safety of her child.

The labor bureau clenched his fist.

Chen Guifen's concession made him feel both heartbroken and ashamed, but it also strengthened his resolve to thoroughly investigate the matter.

He gently tucked the blanket around his subordinate in the hospital bed, and when he turned away, his eyes were filled with determination.

Regardless of who is involved, this matter must be addressed.

"Labor Bureau."

As soon as I stepped out of the intensive care unit, my deputy, Lao Qian, rushed up to greet me.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and he didn't even bother to wipe it away; he looked extremely nervous.

"Many frontline personnel interrupted their tasks without authorization, all of them..."

"Old Qian." The Labor Bureau Chief was still wearing protective clothing, his expression hidden behind a mask, but his cold voice came clearly through the fabric. "You were in charge of Shen Youkang's case two years ago, weren't you?"

Old Qian's expression froze instantly, a stiff smile managing to appear on his lips, but he didn't respond.

This is the hospital waiting area, with all sorts of people scattered around:

Some were imposing, some were nonchalant, some were inconspicuous, some looked like business elites, and there were even women of the night and young people with dyed blond hair.

Despite their different appearances, they all share a common identity.

That's why Lao Qian didn't dare say another word.

He knew perfectly well that these frontline personnel in front of him, who hadn't even handed over their equipment, could kill him at any moment.

"Old Qian, you've worked hard your whole life, it's time for you to rest."

Labor Bureau

"Take him away."

Immediately, someone stepped forward and dragged Old Qian away.

The labor bureau chief glanced around at the crowd in the waiting area, sighed deeply, and turned to Lei Zhen beside him: "Keep an eye on them, I'm going to check on the child."

"Labor Bureau Chief," Lei Zhen whispered, "before you go in, you need to be mentally prepared. To save Sister Chen's life, he..."

"She's not quite like a child anymore."

The Labor Bureau chief visibly paused, and finally walked heavily towards the next room.

Inside the intensive care unit, Zhao Xiaochui, looking haggard, lay quietly on the hospital bed.

Aside from the bruises and swelling on his face, he appeared to be otherwise unharmed. The top hospital specialists only gave him a quick glance before rushing to Chen Guifen's emergency treatment.

After signing a confidentiality agreement, the senior experts in the bureau examined the patient and diagnosed him with "internal energy depletion".

The labor bureau accepted this conclusion.

He used his internal martial arts skills to withstand the internal martial arts, which incidentally saved Chen Guifen's life.

If he doesn't overdo it, who will?
The files clearly record that he healed countless long-standing injuries of frontline staff; newly promoted young detectives are learning the Six Healing Sounds health regimen from his girlfriend. No one can deny this achievement.

Leaving Yu Xiaoning's side was not his original intention; the fault lay with Lei Zhen and with the bureau's arrangements.

If we really want to investigate, the older leader in charge of science and technology can only hold him accountable.

Chen Guifen's layout had the style of the older generation, which was very familiar to the Labor Bureau.

Yu Xiaoning was the bait, and this child was the last line of defense to ensure the bait's safety. As for Chen Guifen...
"My heart's intent, like a cold star, goes unheard; I offer my blood to Xuanyuan."

The last bloodline of the Shen and Chen families had no intention of returning alive.

Director Lao sighed; this was probably the umpteenth time he had sighed today.

He stared at the person on the hospital bed—a middle-aged man with a youthful hairstyle.

He's only nineteen years old, and he's already turned into this.

He makes a living by practicing traditional Chinese medicine internal energy cultivation, and after waking up, he will most likely return to that massage parlor.

How long can we sustain this kind of overexertion of our inner strength?

For some reason, the labor bureau suddenly felt an impulse.

He slowly reached out and grasped Zhao Xiaochui's mud-covered right hand.

The next second, the labor bureau chief trembled violently.

He felt the changes within his body in disbelief, staring wide-eyed at Zhao Xiaochui as he slowly awoke.

A warm current surged joyfully through his meridians—this was the greatest recognition for the old man, instantly healing his decades-old hidden injuries.

The Labor Bureau chief felt as if he were twenty years lighter, experiencing unprecedented comfort.

"How is Fatty Sister?"

Once the hidden injuries in Director Lao's body had been completely healed, Zhao Xiaochui propped himself up and asked.

"You'll be out of danger in twelve hours. Don't even think about going there."

The Labor Bureau chief pressed down on Zhao Xiaochui, who was trying to get up. "Expert teams from seven top hospitals are watching. If you make another move, even the bureau won't be able to keep your secret."

"Do I still have secrets?" Zhao Xiaochui smiled bitterly.

The labor bureau quickly reviewed Lei Zhen's emergency response: "Lei Zhen immediately sealed off the scene, as long as your friends kept quiet."

"Who are you?"

Those who are recognized by the heat flow are worthy of trust.

This is the biggest cheat code in the game.

"The General Administration, the top leader."

"Lei Zhen, is that the guy who went to find Sister Fatty?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhao Xiaochui continued, "Let him in, wait..."

Feeling the condition within his body, Zhao Xiaochui continued, "Is there anyone trustworthy who also knows a little bit of internal martial arts?"

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's face looking younger, the shrewd and experienced Director Lao immediately knew his plan.

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's face appear younger, the shrewd and experienced Director Lao immediately understood his plan. "Those who know some internal martial arts... they're everywhere outside."

As for credibility?
If these detectives, who are willing to risk punishment to come, can't be trusted, then there's no one else in the department who can be trusted.

Zhao Xiaochui pulled the mask off the Labor Bureau official's face, turned it inside out, and put it on:

"Let them in one by one. Oh, by the way, I left my handbag here. Did you bring it back? Oh, please bring it in too."
(End of this chapter)