The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

"Dean," Liang Zhe reminded, "there was another person who also entered the pharmacy and damaged the medicine bottles with a dead rat. He and Huo Liye should be two different people."

The dean was startled, looking down at little Tian Tian with astonishment in his eyes: "You, you little brat, are you telling the truth?"

"Sweetie doesn't lie." The little girl pouted, unconvinced. "Sweetie is a good girl."

"Yes, that's right, a good child..." The dean was shaken, but then a more urgent feeling welled up in his heart. If what Tian Tian said was true, as long as Huo Liye was found, they might be able to retrieve the remaining two doses of medicine and also find the enemy agents hiding in the hospital.

"Go check the duty log and call everyone who is on duty at the pharmacy today."

"Not only that," Liang Zhe interjected, "we need to investigate everyone who has had access to the pharmacy."

"Right, right, notify the security department!" The dean exclaimed, as if waking from a dream. "Immediately cordon off the area and conduct a thorough investigation!"

Soon, all the dozen or so medical staff in the hospital were summoned to the corridor outside the pharmacy. Security personnel, holding the duty log, questioned each person one by one about their whereabouts that day, whether there were any witnesses, and whether they had been near the pharmacy.

"Dean," the head of the security department reported, pointing to the logbook, "aside from Huo Liye's absence, everyone else's whereabouts match up, and no abnormalities have been found so far."

"It really was Huo Liye who did this!" The dean said angrily. Just as he was about to order more people to search, Tian Tian slipped out of Liang Zhe's arms, swaying her little braids, and walked step by step toward the line of medical staff.

Before a row of adults in white coats, little Tian Tian, ​​barely reaching their knees, walked slowly by like a little adult, sniffing softly as she passed by each person. A young nurse, finding her adorable, tried to reach out and pat her head, but Tian Tian dodged away; many others, however, looked past her with wary eyes towards Liang Zhe in military uniform and several stern-faced soldiers behind him.

Sweetie walked around for a while and finally stopped in front of a young doctor. The man, named Yang Yan, was in his early twenties, refined and courteous. Seeing Sweetie stop in front of him, he immediately smiled gently: "Little sister, is there something you need?"

Sweetie tilted her head back, her dark eyes meeting his smiling pupils, and a fleeting glint of coldness flashed within the depths of that smile.

The other person was clearly smiling, but the chill in their smile was piercingly cold.

"Uncle." The child's innocent voice rang out in the empty corridor, and everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the little boy.

A look of surprise flashed across the dean's face.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yan's voice was still gentle and mild, and he seemed kind and amiable.

"Why do you smell like a mouse?"

The moment the seemingly unintentional voice rang out, Yang Yan's expression changed instantly.

It felt like someone had suddenly ripped off my mask!

He twisted his body suddenly and reached out to grab Tian Tian's neck!

In the blink of an eye, if he had grabbed her firmly, little Sweetie would have been choked to death!

But from the moment Tian Tian walked toward Yang Yan, Liang Zhe was on high alert.

He flashed forward, his movements almost leaving a blur, and in the instant Yang Yan reached for Tian Tian, ​​Liang Zhe had already rushed in front of him.

He raised his leg and delivered an extremely fierce side kick!

Compared to Song Dazhuang, Liang Zhe's image was not one of ruggedness and menacing aura. Although he was tall and resolute, he had a handsome face and good features, making him one of the few good-looking men in the entire base.

So when he appeared at the hospital, if it weren't for the baby he was holding and the baby calling him "Dad," he would have already won the favor of many female medical staff.

Because of this, many people overlook the fact that he was a tough soldier who had participated in many real battles and honed his killing skills in the midst of countless corpses.

From the moment Tian Tian began searching for the suspect, his gaze followed his daughter closely, afraid of missing even the slightest clue. And when Tian Tian stood in front of Yang Yan, tiptoeing to talk to him, Liang Zhe was almost instantly certain—this person was suspicious!

This is both a tacit understanding between father and daughter, and stems from unconditional trust in Tian Tian.

Therefore, he had made full preparations long ago. The moment Yang Yan made a move, he rushed over like an arrow and delivered a precise side kick, striking Yang Yan's bent arm.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed by a clear cracking sound of bone breaking echoed through the room. Yang Yan let out a piercing scream, his body wracked with excruciating pain yet still unwilling to give up. His left hand lashed out towards his chest—

If he's quick enough, he can grab the little girl and take her hostage before she falls to the ground.

But this futile struggle was meaningless in front of Liang Zhe.

Liang Zhe landed on his right leg, while his left leg spun like a whip, delivering a beautiful roundhouse kick that struck Yang Yan squarely in the chest. The immense impact sent him flying.

Yang Yan's body slid more than three meters across the ground before his back slammed heavily against the door of the corridor with a dull thud.

"ah--"

The medical staff in the corridor were startled by this sudden turn of events and screamed, retreating in panic.

Yang Yan was also a desperate man. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he still struggled to get up and continued to reach into his clothes, unwilling to give up.

With a sharp "click," Song Dazhuang pulled out his pistol, pushed the safety off with one hand, and shouted fiercely, "Don't move!"

Yang Yan's hand had just touched the gun handle when he was startled into stiffening by the loud shout. He had indeed hidden a gun in his pocket, but he had already missed his chance.

A medical cart, piled high with bottles and jars, was parked beside the door. A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Yan's eyes. He hooked his right foot around the wheel and shoved Song Dazhuang hard, attempting to create chaos and seize the gun. At the same time, he flung open the door with his left hand—it led to a doctor's office, facing two windows, his last hope for escape.

The door was only halfway open when Liang Zhe flipped his right hand, revealing a standard-issue pistol in his grasp.

He raised his wrist to aim, the muzzle of the gun drawing a smooth arc, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger through the half-door!

The bullet tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Then—

"Crack!"

The wooden door exploded open instantly, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled everyone's nostrils, accompanied by a strong stench of blood.

Yang Yan's movements came to an abrupt halt. Before he could even let out a second scream, his body trembled violently behind the door and he collapsed to the ground with a thud like a piece of rotten wood, completely losing his ability to move.

The medical staff in the corridor were so terrified by this swift and decisive action that they froze on the spot, not even daring to wipe away their cold sweat.

Song Dazhuang strode forward, grabbed Yang Yan who was huddled behind the door howling like a ghost, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

"Ahhh... Let me go! Let me go!" Yang Yan struggled incessantly, blood gushing from his injured shoulder, his broken right arm hanging limply at his side, looking utterly pathetic.