The Mad Warriors

At the entrance of Xiancheng First People's Hospital, Wang Xuan, holding a yellowed photograph, smiled brightly and murmured to himself, "Qin Shan Qing He met an ancient man, Bai Chuan Zhi Xia is ready for marriage. Zhi Xia, I'm back. I'm ready to marry you, are you ready?" After reciting the poem, Wang Xuan even tidied his handsome hair.

It has to be said that Wang Xuan has a very sunny appearance, somewhat like a handsome young man. As for how handsome he is, that's a whole other story. Wang Xuan's appearance is outstanding, truly outstanding; his fair complexion is nothing like the skin tone of a mercenary who is often in battle.

To put it simply, the only Chinese men who could rival Wang Xuan's looks are figures like Daniel Wu, Edison Chen, and Eddie Peng. Wang Xuan is 1.82 meters tall, so his physique is naturally impeccable. Having fought for over a decade, his entire body is covered in taut muscles—not the typical muscular type, but the kind that's tightly sculpted and close-fitting.

At that moment, he was wearing a loose shirt and jeans, and his figure was almost invisible; he even gave the impression of being thin.

Wang Xuan walked into the hospital with a smile. Immediately, a group of nurses gathered around, pointing and whispering about him. What could they be discussing? Of course, it was why this handsome guy was dressed so shabbily. Some of the nurses even whispered, "If he didn't have money, I'd want to be his sugar daddy."

"I'd like to, but my boyfriend won't let me."

Wang Xuan walked into the pediatric outpatient hall. He seemed to love to smile, and approached the triage desk with a smile: "Hello, nurse, may I ask if Dr. Liang Zhixia is in the outpatient department or the inpatient department today?" After Wang Xuan asked, the two nurses in front of him stared at him like lovesick fools.

A full minute later, Wang Xuan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Excuse me, can you tell me why I'm scared when you look at me like that?" Is there anything in this world that Wang Xuan is afraid of? It is said that Wang Xuan once molested the daughter of the commander of the French Foreign Legion.

One of the nurses, snapping out of her daze, pulled out a form: "Oh, you need to fill out a form to see a doctor these days." She just wanted Wang Xuan's contact information, wasn't she? It wasn't that serious.

But at that moment, another man came up next to Wang Xuan: "Hey, why didn't you make me fill out a form when I came to see the doctor? You nurses did it on purpose, didn't you? Look how handsome he is." The nurse blushed and turned her back, pointing upstairs: "Dr. Liang Zhixia is in the outpatient clinic on the eighth floor."

Wang Xuan didn't choose to take the elevator; instead, he took the stairs. Almost no one used the stairs, so Wang Xuan climbed each step carefully. At this moment, Wang Xuan was very nervous. Just how nervous?

Wang Xuan suddenly recalled the tension, excitement, and even a little bit of fear he felt when he was surrounded alone for the first time. Unconsciously, Wang Xuan had nervously climbed to the sixth floor. He stopped at the corner between the sixth and seventh floors, pressing his hand against his chest. He hadn't seen Zhi Xia for many years, and his heart was pounding like a little rabbit's.

Wang Xuan returned to fulfill the promise he made to Liang Zhixia, but he was very nervous at the moment.

Just then, Wang Xuan glanced at the man coming upstairs and stepped aside, saying, "You go first." Wang Xuan said it casually, but a strange smile appeared on his lips. The man didn't stop and continued upstairs. As the man passed Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan patted him on the shoulder, "Hey buddy, which floor are you going to?"

The dashing-looking man answered simply, "Ninth floor, huh? What's wrong?" Wang Xuan casually picked his nose, "Keep pretending."

As Wang Xuan had predicted, the man was an official. The man quickly retreated a few steps and drew his pistol: "Wang Xuan, I'm the captain of the action team from the Northwest Bureau of the National Security Bureau. I'd appreciate it if you could come with me." This seemed to have gone too far; Wang Xuan had managed to deal with the people at the Kyoto headquarters, but not the local security bureau.

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Wang Xuan showed no fear whatsoever. In fact, he even smiled and said, "Heh heh, isn't that a bit silly? I've already discussed it with your department head at headquarters. What are you trying to do, meddling like this? Brother, give me a break, I'll kill one of those CIA agents for you tomorrow, how about that?"

"What is all this nonsense?" the man in front of him said dismissively. "Who do you think you are, trying to negotiate with us here?"

Wang Xuan remained completely unperturbed, leaning steadily against the wall. "If you don't answer the phone within five minutes, I'll change my surname to yours. By the way, what's your surname?" The man before him was clearly annoyed. "My name is Wang He." Wang Xuan seemed to be deliberately feigning delight. "Oh, what a coincidence! I'm also surnamed Wang. But it's no use; you still have to let me go, you believe me?"

The imposing Wang He still pointed his gun at Wang Xuan: "Behave yourself. I've seen too many scum like you who came back from overseas. Give it to me." But just then, the door to the stairwell next door was pushed open. Wang He immediately put away his pistol, while Wang Xuan still had a smile on his face.

"Let me tell you, men have to endure some hardship. You'll thank your old man later." At this moment, a man with his six or seven-year-old child was lecturing Wang Xuan and Wang He.

Wang Xuan chimed in, "That's right, cutting off a little skin is good. I'd like to cut off some more too." To his surprise, Wang He looked quite taken aback. In Wang He's mind, a highly dangerous terrorist like Wang Xuan might kidnap the father and son, but Wang Xuan hadn't. *Beep beep beep*, Wang He's phone actually rang.

Wang Xuan cheerfully went upstairs, leaving Wang He with the words, "Don't follow me. I'm going to see my little sister. I don't want to be disturbed." After saying that, Wang Xuan turned and went upstairs.

Wang He looked at the phone call from his boss, lost in thought, and only answered the call after more than ten seconds.

Perhaps because of Wang He's earlier commotion, Wang Xuan's excited and nervous mood had calmed down considerably.

People like Wang Xuan, who live on the edge of danger, aren't really afraid of anything.

Finally, as if climbing Mount Hua, Wang Xuan finally arrived at the eighth floor. Facing the noisy eighth floor, Wang Xuan was unusually quiet, even blocking out all sounds, and focused on walking towards the queue at the outpatient clinic.

Thump, thump, Wang Xuan's heart, which had been quite calm just moments before, started pounding nervously again, almost as fast as the firing rate of a Katyusha rocket launcher. But when Wang Xuan looked into the consultation room, he realized it wasn't his older sister, Liang Zhixia.

Wang Xuan muttered under his breath, "Where's my Zhixia?"

Panic gripped Wang Xuan; he was flustered and at a loss. He had never felt this anxious before, even when he had stepped on a landmine alone. What about his Zhi Xia?

Just as Wang Xuan was at a loss, he heard a nurse say to a family member with a child, "Your child's knee is just a scrape. Take your child over there, to the nursing room next to the toilet, and find Dr. Liang Zhixia." Wang Xuan felt like a cat suddenly seeing light in the darkness, and immediately spotted the location the nurse was pointing to.

Wang Xuan rushed towards Liang Zhixia's nursing room, arriving at the door in less than a minute. However, when he was about to see Liang Zhixia, he withdrew his hand from the door. Wang Xuan's eyes darted around nervously. What should he do?

Wang Xuan suddenly remembered a major problem: he had killed a terrorist under the age of sixteen in front of Liang Zhixia. At the time, Liang Zhixia had reprimanded Wang Xuan for his cold-bloodedness and called him inhuman. Wang Xuan knew very well the situation then; if he hadn't killed the underage terrorist, Liang Zhixia would have been the one to die.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan touched his heart; that time was also the closest he had ever come to death.

Coincidentally, there was a small cart loaded with materials nearby, so Wang Xuan took a mask from the cart and put it on.

"Are you coming in or not? If you're not coming in, I'm coming in. My child's knees are all scraped. Move aside." A domineering father pushed Wang Xuan aside and led his child directly into the nursing room.

The moment the door opened, a woman sat at the table by the window of the nursing room, so captivating in the bright sunlight. But who knew that the man who pushed Wang Xuan's father aside, as he closed the door, would mutter, "Are you crazy?!" before shutting it. Wang Xuan didn't care at all about such insignificant behavior; what mattered to him now was that he had finally caught a glimpse of Zhi Xia, the woman he had been longing for.

Wang Xuan suddenly leaned weakly against the wall. He really wanted to stand in front of Liang Zhixia. You see, Wang Xuan was now a top-notch mercenary and assassin in the dark world. At thirty years old, he was in his prime. It was because of the broken promise he made that Wang Xuan resolutely chose to leave the dark world and return to China.

Leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, Wang Xuan muttered to himself, "So, the most terrifying thing in this world is actually self-pity."

Suddenly, Wang Xuan heard a crisp slapping sound coming from the nursing room. Immediately afterward, a tirade of abuse erupted: "You ugly freak, you scared my child! Apologize to my child! You ugly freak, I'm complaining about your hospital employing such an ugly person as a doctor! You terrified my child!" The abuse was quite loud.

Wearing a mask, Wang Xuan pushed open the door and witnessed a heartbreaking scene: Liang Zhixia covered half her face and took a step back. At this moment, the arrogant parent became even more outrageous, shoving and insulting Liang Zhixia.

When someone once pointed a gun at Liang Zhixia, Wang Xuan killed them without caring who they were. So, as Wang Xuan approached the two, the arrogant parent turned and yelled at him, "Get out of my way, mind your own business, old man!" But before the parent could finish his threat, Wang Xuan punched the idiot in the mouth with a powerful punch.

Liang Zhixia, who was covering half of her face, even saw the parent's wisdom tooth and Old Cao's tooth fly out of his mouth.

Liang Zhixia was terrified. She reached out to help the idiot who had been knocked unconscious by Wang Xuan's punch, revealing half of his face. A bright red scar covered half of Liang Zhixia's face, and the stupid child was even pointing at her and shouting, "Ugly monster, ugly monster!"

Wang Xuan hadn't lost his mind, but he reached out his hand to the child. Seeing this, Liang Zhixia cried out in terror, "No!" This scene was all too familiar to both Liang Zhixia and Wang Xuan; at that moment, a life-or-death moment from many years ago flashed through Liang Zhixia's mind.

Wang Xuan naturally stopped, and Liang Zhixia carefully looked into the eyes of the masked man in front of her: "You're back, Wang?" Liang Zhixia was about to call out his name, but Wang Xuan turned and left. Dr. Liang Zhixia's eyes were slightly unfocused; perhaps she had mistaken him for someone else.

At this moment, Wang Xuanxin felt a deep pain. Liang Zhixia used to be so beautiful and lovely. Her kindness earned her the title of "Angel of China" from the places she was helping.

However, during that incident, Liang Zhixia's right cheek was injured by shrapnel from a bomb, leaving her disfigured.