You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

late at night.

Jiang Che dragged his tired body back to the apartment.

He took a hot shower in the bathroom, washing away his fatigue and chill, and then changed into a dry set of pajamas before lying down on the bed.

Just as I was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, my phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Che frowned slightly, picked up his phone and looked at it; it was a WeChat message from Uncle Liu.

[Young master, a delivery guy just went up to the fifteenth floor.]

Next, there is a surveillance video.

Jiang Che clicked on the video.

In the video, the delivery driver is wearing a helmet and a mask, covering himself up completely.

After exiting the elevator, this person didn't rush to find a ward to deliver food like a typical delivery driver; instead, he looked around in the corridor.

After looking around for a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and started walking towards the center of the floor, but he bumped into a cleaning lady after only a couple of steps.

Later, for some unknown reason, after bumping into the cleaning lady, this person froze on the spot, then looked around for a while before finally fleeing in panic.

However, no matter how you look at it, this person's behavior seems strange.

"Oh."

Jiang Che quickly understood everything. He threw his phone aside, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

Which delivery driver acts like a thief?

It's obvious that someone couldn't contain themselves and sent someone to scout the place.

It seems that Zhang Yang and his gang aren't completely stupid; they know to send a scout to find out what's going on first.

Jiang Che picked up his phone again and sent a few messages to Uncle Liu.

Delivery drivers are always racing against time, but this guy has the leisure to enjoy the scenery.

This is like a mouse scouting the house before entering.

[Uncle Liu, tell the men to stay alert. Things are probably going to be unsettled these next few days. Don't let anyone take advantage of the situation.]

Uncle Liu replied instantly: [Understood, young master. Don't worry, I'll say it again: if they dare to come, I guarantee they won't leave alive.]

Jiang Che turned off his phone screen, and his vision was once again plunged into darkness.

He closed his eyes, went through all the arrangements for the day in his mind, and only after confirming that there were no oversights did he slowly fall asleep.

I didn't sleep well; my dreams were filled with all sorts of jumbled images.

……

The next morning.

The alarm clock rang precisely at five o'clock.

Jiang Che didn't stay in bed. Although his whole body ached, he still got up with his strong willpower.

Wash up, change clothes, and go out.

The park downstairs was bitterly cold.

But no matter how cold the weather was, Liu Zhenguo seemed oblivious, still wearing a thin tracksuit and standing there energetically.

When you put the spirited Liu Zhenguo and the old and decrepit Jiang Che side by side, it's hard to tell who the young man really is.

"You're here?"

Liu Zhenguo glanced at Jiang Che's constant yawning and shook his head slightly. "You don't look too good today. Did you go thieving last night?"

"I spent a long time with my girlfriend at the hospital yesterday, so I got home a bit late last night."

After giving a brief explanation, Jiang Che began to move his hands and feet, and the white breath he exhaled dissipated in the air.

"Let's begin, Grandpa Liu."

The next hour was another hellish ordeal.

By the time Jiang Che finished training, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead, it was already broad daylight.

He went home, quickly took a shower, changed into his school uniform, and went to school with his backpack.

After entering the classroom, Jiang Che, as usual, strode straight to his seat in the back row.

As usual, the class was in complete chaos. Students chatted and laughed in small groups, creating a cacophony of sounds.

On the surface, nothing seems amiss.

But just as Jiang Che passed Lin Wanwan's seat, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

He glanced to the side and saw that Lin Wanwan's seat was empty.

The desk was clean and tidy, and there was no schoolbag on the seat. It was obvious that Lin Wanwan had not come to school today.

Jiang Che narrowed his eyes, a sudden unease rising in his heart, and this feeling was instantly amplified.

Lin Wanwan loves to show off. Even when she's sick or has a fever, she always puts on a full face of makeup to show off at school. But she didn't come today.

He immediately turned around and left the classroom, strode to the door of Class 7, Grade 12, and stood at the door looking inside.

Zhang Yang was nowhere to be seen.

The simultaneous disappearance of these two people could not possibly be a coincidence.

Last night's probing, this morning's absence...

All the clues quickly connected in Jiang Che's mind, pointing to a single possibility.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

They wanted to take advantage of the time she was in class at school to go to the hospital and harm Su Qinghe!

"Hold."

Jiang Che gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, then turned and ran wildly toward the school gate.

……

at the same time.

Central Hospital.

Liu Zhenguo was carrying the soy milk and steamed buns he had just bought, and he was slowly walking towards the inpatient department.

My wife hasn't had much of an appetite these past few days, and all she wants is something hot to eat.

Just as I stepped into the lobby, a group of young people dressed in a slick, disreputable manner suddenly surged in through a side door.

The leader was a man wearing a floral shirt, with an arrogant and domineering look on his face, walking with a swagger.

Liu Zhenguo happened to be walking in the middle of the road and couldn't avoid it in time, so the person in the floral shirt bumped into his shoulder.

The soy milk in his hand swayed with his movements, almost spilling out.

"Old man, are you blind?"

The man in the floral shirt stopped in his tracks, turned around, glared fiercely at Liu Zhenguo, and cursed, "A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way!"

Liu Zhenguo frowned, but before he could speak, a thug with dyed yellow hair rushed up and shoved him.

"Can't you understand human language? Get lost!"

Who is Liu Zhenguo?

He was an old general who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies; his lower body was as stable as a mountain.

Huang Mao's push not only failed to move the object, but the reaction force also sent him staggering back two steps.

"Holy crap?"

The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was losing face. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and make a move, he was stopped by the man in the floral shirt.

"Alright, stop causing trouble, let's get down to business."

The man in the floral shirt didn't even glance at Liu Zhenguo, waved his hand, and led a large group of people toward the elevator.

"You're lucky, old man."

Huang Mao pointed at Liu Zhenguo and cursed him before scurrying after him.

Liu Zhenguo stood there, watching the group of people's departing figures, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

These guys don't look like good people; they all look fierce and menacing, with bulging pockets, I wonder what they're carrying.

And judging from the direction they went, it was towards the elevator in the inpatient department.

How can a hospital, a place dedicated to saving lives, tolerate such thugs running rampant?

Liu Zhenguo originally didn't want to meddle, but his inherent military spirit made it impossible for him to turn a blind eye.

What if these people are there to cause trouble for medical staff or to harm a patient? That would be terrible.

"Young people these days are getting more and more unruly."

Liu Zhenguo shook his head, glanced at the breakfast in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

He wanted to see what these little brats were up to.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the numbers began to change.

Liu Zhenguo could see clearly that the elevator finally stopped on the fifteenth floor.

That's... the floor with the VIP wards?

Remembering that Jiang Che's girlfriend seemed to live on the fifteenth floor, Liu Zhenguo's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenguo quickened his pace and headed towards another elevator.