Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

Chapter 114 All forces are about to converge (3200)

On the new day, Lu Mingfei came to the hospital again. He didn't go to work at the Golden Banquet last night because it was too noisy there, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't do something rash.

Moreover, Binhai City is somewhat dangerous at night. He hasn't forgotten those Deadpools from before. However, now that he's stronger, he won't be so pathetic facing them anymore. But he doesn't want to fight for no reason. As long as those Deadpools don't come looking for him, they can do whatever they want. He's not some kind of righteous messenger.

However, he still bought a new phone and asked Boss Yang for leave, taking responsibility for the car issue as well. After all, he was the one who caused it. Even over the phone, he could feel Boss Yang gritting his teeth and saying it was nothing. If he weren't outmatched, Lu Mingfei estimated that the other party would be eager to tear him to pieces right now.

Sigh—Lu Mingfei sighed inwardly.

When exactly is Caesar coming? Is he really the kind of super-rich second-generation heir with so much money that it's just a number, as he boasts? If he is, it would be good to shamelessly borrow some to pay off his debts—otherwise, he'll have no choice but to go abroad and make money by robbing banks.

"Dr. Xu." Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and said to the doctor inside. He glanced around the department again, and the intern named Mai was still inside.

"How were you feeling yesterday? Did you feel any better after taking the medication? Did any new problems arise?" Dr. Xu asked with concern.

"Yesterday when get out of class ended, I mistook the bell for a cannonball and lay on the ground for a while," Lu Mingfei said casually.

Dr. Xu was silent for a moment, then asked somewhat cautiously, "So—there were a lot of classmates around at the time, right? When you suddenly made that gesture—did you—well, feel—for example, very embarrassed? Or, did you experience any strong emotions because of your classmates' stares and comments? Like anger? Wanting to stop or refute them?"

He subtly inquired whether Lu Mingfei had developed aggressive impulses as a result. Among patients with severe PTSD, it is not uncommon for them to become enraged or even violent due to embarrassment or being stared at.

"No, not at all," Lu Mingfei said. He had fought his way up from the battlefield, so why would he care what those ivory tower flowers thought of him? He only cared about whether he was in danger.

"That's good—" Dr. Xu breathed a sigh of relief, but Lu Mingfei's next words made his heart skip a beat.

"However, last night after school, my deskmate Su Xiaoqiang patted me on the shoulder from behind."

"Before I could even react to who it was, my body moved on its own. I reflexively grabbed her wrist and then—twisted it," Lu Mingfei said calmly, raising his hand as he demonstrated a precise and ruthless joint lock.

"Then she broke her arm, but I didn't use my full strength. It was just a dislocation and a fracture, so it shouldn't be too serious."

Last night after school, Su Xiaoqiang suddenly patted him, and he reflexively retaliated. Fortunately, he stopped in the end, otherwise it wouldn't have been as simple as just a broken hand.

A deathly silence fell over the consultation room.

Dr. Xu's concern and relaxation froze instantly, his pupils contracted slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to confirm whether he had misheard. Why could someone say that breaking a person's arm could be done in such a calm tone, as if he were saying that he had accidentally spilled a glass of water?

The intern named Mai next to her also stopped taking notes, her expression slightly taken aback.

"Lu Mingfei, your condition is more serious than I thought. You may need to be hospitalized. However, our hospital has recently received a batch of new, highly effective drugs imported from abroad for the control of severe post-traumatic stress disorder and aggressive behavior. Clinical trial data show that they have significant effects on stabilizing emotions, reducing alertness levels, and inhibiting impulsive behavior. Of course, they are quite expensive and require strict monitoring during use."

He looked at Lu Mingfei and said in an extremely serious tone, "This is your last chance. If your symptoms are not effectively controlled after taking this special medicine for a period of time, or if you exhibit similar behavior that harms others again, then—for everyone's safety, hospitalization will be unavoidable. Do you understand?"

"I understand, doctor." Lu Mingfei nodded. His extremely vigilant defense mechanism allowed him to crawl out of the bloodbath at Hushan, but in a peaceful society, this defense mechanism became a burden for him.

However, it's not something that can be done in just a few days to loosen the defense mechanism that took more than a year to develop.

While prescribing new medicine for Lu Mingfei, Dr. Xu also conducted talk therapy.

However, this time the medicine wasn't picked up from a pharmacy; it was handed to him directly by the intern named Mai.

Lu Mingfei took the medicine from Mai. The medicine was completely different from the ones he had taken before, and it was labeled in English.

"Thank you," he said softly, his gaze not lingering long on her striking beauty.

Through this brief encounter, Lu Mingfei realized that his feeling yesterday was correct. This intern named Mai was definitely not simple. Although she hid it well, the traces of training on her body curves could not be completely concealed.

Putting everything else aside, this intern named Mai is definitely a master with a knife. He saw some traces of Japanese swordsmanship. Surely this knife skill couldn't be used for surgery.

He calmly put the medicine box into his pocket, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Lu Mingfei," Dr. Xu called out to him, her tone filled with genuine concern.

"I know this might sound like a cliché, but—try to talk to your classmates more, even if it's just a simple greeting. Humans are social animals, and normal interpersonal interactions help you reconnect with reality. If you feel stressed at school, you can also develop some quiet hobbies, like—listening to music, or, I heard you used to be quite interested in games?"

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, but didn't turn around. He simply hummed softly in response.

He pushed open the door and left, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor before fading into the distance.

Inside the consultation room, Dr. Xu looked at the closed door and sighed, "He's so young and already has mental problems. What are we going to do?"

Then, looking at Mai with some concern, he asked, "Are you sure your medicine is effective? And why are you so concerned about him?"

Mai Shude had already taken off her white lab coat, revealing a well-tailored gray combat uniform underneath. She carefully hung the white lab coat back on the hanger.

Upon hearing Dr. Xu's question, she turned around, her exquisitely beautiful face expressionless, her eyes calm as she looked at Dr. Xu, and said in a somewhat cold voice.

"Dr. Xu, please rest assured, this is a state-of-the-art targeted drug that we obtained from a top international laboratory through special channels. Its effectiveness for complex cases like his far surpasses any conventional drug on the market. As for others—"

"Please don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. We won't harm him, so you can rest assured. Similarly, we won't affect your normal work. Just do your job and pretend you don't know anything. It's better for everyone."

Dr. Xu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed all his words. He was just an ordinary psychologist, earning a good salary, working at a good hospital, and had a family to support. He didn't want to get involved in any trouble that was beyond his understanding.

In the end, he could only lower his head dejectedly and whisper, "I understand—"

Mai Shude stopped looking at him and quickly left the department.

"Calling Potato Chips, the medicine has been delivered to Lu Mingfei." Mai Shude said, pressing the miniature Bluetooth earpiece next to her ear as she walked out of the department.

Su Enxi's voice came quickly: "That's good. This is a special medicine that I specially brought from abroad. The boss is nowhere to be found. We can't let him come back and find that Lu Mingfei has gone mad."

Mai walked towards an inconspicuous black sedan in the parking lot. As she opened the door and got into the driver's seat, she asked, "What do we do next? Lu Mingfei's condition is worse than we thought; it's not just simple PTSD anymore."

He'd turned into a war machine.

Su Enxi sighed on the other end of the phone: "Troublesome things keep piling up. According to my latest surveillance footage—an hour ago, Caesar Gattuso's Gulfstream G550 landed at Binhai International Airport. This young master is really efficient. He was being entertained by some enthusiastic locals, probably the Gattuso family's influence here, but given his personality, it won't take long."

"And this is just the beginning. Based on flight information and the communication clips we intercepted, the Henkel family, the Iron Cross Alliance's covert advance team, and Chen Motong and her companion Susie will all arrive in Binhai City within the next hour or two!"

Mai Shude paused, her hand still on the car ignoring her urge to start the engine. She couldn't help but unleash a torrent of profanities: "Damn it! So many people?! Are they all here for Lu Mingfei? Add to that what we discovered before—that Lu Mingfei inexplicably entered a Nibelungen the night before last—at this rate, it won't be long before the entire Binhai City becomes a dragon's lair, a battleground for various factions!"

"Who says otherwise?" Su Enxi's voice was also tinged with helplessness.

"But what can we do? We're just poor souls working for the boss. Our core KPI right now is to keep an eye on Lu Mingfei and make sure he doesn't get snatched away by other wolves or blow up by himself right under our noses."

"Latest update: Cesare Gattuso's convoy has left the reception point. Judging from the direction of travel, the destination is clearly Shilan Middle School. Although, judging from that World War I photo, he and Lu Mingfei seem to have been comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, their relationship should not be bad."

"However, people's hearts are unpredictable, especially the heir of a family like the Gattuso family. What is his purpose in urgently finding Lu Mingfei? Is it just for a reunion? Or does he have other plans? We cannot let our guard down until the boss gives clear instructions."

"Longlegs, you go there immediately and keep an eye on Caesar's movements. Be discreet and avoid conflict unless absolutely necessary, but make sure Lu Mingfei's safety is within our control. I will continue to monitor the entry and movements of the other factions."

"Understood." Mai Shude replied crisply, and the black sedan, like a swimming fish, silently glided into the busy traffic of Binhai City in the morning, heading towards Shilan Middle School.

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