The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

September 7th, 1:15 PM.

The special plane's gangway was lowered, and Zhou Bingheng, holding Su Xingmian's hand, quickly stepped off.

At the edge of the tarmac, a black Hongqi sedan without license plates waited quietly.

Fang Mingyuan stood by the car door.

This tycoon, who has weathered countless storms, now has dark circles under his eyes and his back is no longer as straight as it used to be.

As the two approached, he stepped forward, his voice hoarse and strained with exhaustion.

"I fainted again the night before last. The first thing I said when I woke up was when you would arrive."

Zhou Bingheng didn't say a word, and helped Su Xingmian sit in the back seat.

"Grandpa Fang, let's go."

The black sedan drove out of the airport and sped towards Xishan.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a heavily guarded sanatorium building with no signs.

Two armed guards checked the identification and let him through.

As soon as I reached the third-floor special care ward, the door to the ward at the end of the corridor was pushed open.

Two nurses rushed in with the ambulance, and then urgent instructions came from inside.

"Defibrillator charging!"

"Adrenaline, intravenous bolus!"

Fang Mingyuan's legs went weak, his body swayed, and he almost knelt down.

Zhou Bingheng reacted quickly, grabbing his arm and supporting him steadily.

The red light in the corridor was on.

Su Xingmian's hands and feet were cold.

She turned to look at Zhou Bingheng.

Zhou Bingheng's jawline was taut. He grabbed Su Xingmian's hand and pulled her to stand against the wall.

The two of them stood against the wall like that for a full four hours.

During those four hours, two critical condition notices were issued.

By evening, the commotion from the emergency services had finally subsided.

The head of the special care medical team came out, sweating profusely. He took off his mask, shook his head at Fang Mingyuan and Zhou Bingheng, and lowered his voice.

"The person is awake. Let's go inside."

Zhou Bingheng pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

Thick curtains were drawn in the room, and the screens of the medical equipment glowed with an eerie green light.

Su Xingmian followed behind him, and the moment she saw the person on the hospital bed, her breath caught in her throat.

The old man who used to stroll under the pomegranate tree in the Zhou family compound is now so thin that he is just skin and bones, his skin as thin as paper, clinging to his bony frame.

He lay there, his breathing so faint it was almost inaudible.

Hearing the noise at the door, the old man struggled to turn his cloudy eyes.

Only when the two faces were clearly seen did a glimmer of light appear in those eyes.

"They're here."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse it sounded like a leaky drum, and he could only squeeze out words with a single breath.

Su Xingmian quickly stepped forward, half-squatted by the bed, and gently held the old man's hand that was resting on the edge of the bed.

Her nose stung, and tears fell onto the white sheets, staining a small dark patch.

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it.

The old man turned his hand and gently patted the back of her hand with his withered knuckles, then looked at the guard standing to the side.

"Help the girl out first. Bingheng...stay behind."

The door closed behind him.

Only Zhou Bingheng and the old man in the hospital bed remained in the ward.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"The matter in Tang City..." The old man gasped for breath, his chest heaving with difficulty, "You did a good job. You covered for me...

Zhou Bingheng took half a step back, stood at attention, and bowed deeply to the hospital bed at a ninety-degree angle.

"You were the one who gave me that piece of paper."

"Without your words 'preparedness for a rainy day,' I couldn't have done anything."

The old man tugged at his withered face, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength.

"Paper is inanimate... people are alive."

His thin fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet.

"Those million people...remember you."

The readings on the ventilator fluctuated slightly.

The old man closed his eyes, rested for more than ten seconds, and then opened them again.

Then, he pulled an envelope and an old military brass button from behind the pillow and handed it over.

Zhou Bingheng gripped the object tightly, standing as straight as a pine tree, meeting those cloudy yet sharp eyes.

"Rest assured. I will not retreat even a single step, even if it means my death."

The old man looked at him, and the frustration in his chest finally eased a little.

He moved his fingers.

"Call the maid...into the house."

The ward door was pushed open again.

With red eyes, Su Xingmian quickly walked back to the bedside.

The old leader looked at her, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Girl..."

Su Xingmian quickly moved closer.

"I am here."

His hand was suspended in mid-air, and Su Xingmian quickly reached out to support it.

The old man suddenly gripped Su Xingmian's knuckles tightly.

"Continue..."

He looked at the two young people in front of his hospital bed and used his last bit of strength.

"You are... the successors to socialism... the nation's development... depends on you..."

Su Xingmian could no longer hold back. She grasped the increasingly cold hand and nodded heavily.

"We will definitely continue to plant them, not a single one will be missing."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up for a moment, then he waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Zhou Bingheng pulled Su Xingmian back into the corridor.

……

At the end of the corridor in the sanatorium, there is a window facing west.

The setting sun cast its orange-red light onto the terrazzo floor.

Su Xingmian leaned against the window.

A few minutes earlier, she had shunned all the doctors and secretly channeled her demonic power into the old man's fingertips.

Then, she felt an unprecedented despair.

Her demonic power, the power that could bring forth all things and reverse life, was like a drop of water falling into the desert the moment it touched the old man's meridians.

That decaying body was an unfillable black hole.

When life force is exhausted, the laws are set.

This was the most powerless moment for her as a great demon in this world.

Zhou Bingheng walked over from the ward, stood behind her, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently pulled her into his embrace.

"Don't blame yourself."

……

early morning.

Su Xingmian suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight.

Zhou Bingheng woke up almost simultaneously.

"What's wrong?"

Su Xingmian did not answer.

From the depths of her meridians came a grand, warm, yet endlessly desolate wave.

hum-

……

The Zhou Family Compound, Study.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the lamp was kept very low.

Zhou Bingheng sat at the mahogany desk, picked up the red military encrypted phone, and turned the crank.

The phone is on.

"This is Zhou Bingheng, from the North China Military Region Headquarters."

A tense response came from the staff officer on the other end of the receiver.

Zhou Bingheng spoke calmly, but each word landed heavily on the ground.

"Pass on my orders..."

The other party immediately responded loudly:

"Yes, sir! We will carry out the order without hesitation!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Bingheng didn't stop; he immediately dialed a second inter-provincial hotline.

"Find Zhou Bingyuan."

A moment later, I heard my older brother's heavy, steady breathing through the receiver.

"Big brother, has it moved?"

Zhou Bingyuan answered crisply and decisively on the other end of the phone.

"They've moved. The entire Independent Naval Regiment has boarded the ships, and all entrances and exits to the Bohai Bay have been locked down."

"Okay, tighten the purse strings and don't let anyone slip out by sea."

"rest assured."

With a click, the phone was hung up.

The study door was gently pushed open.

Su Xingmian carried in a porcelain bowl of hot soup and placed it on the corner of the table.

"Drink the soup."

Zhou Bingheng reached out and placed his hand on the back of her slightly cool hand.

Su Xingmian grasped his hand in return and whispered:

"Bingwen and Xiao Jin have taken the two children back to the Xiao family compound. Grandpa Xiao is personally overseeing things there, so there's no need to worry about them."

"What about Grandpa Fang?"

Zhou Bingheng rubbed his temples.

"Grandpa Fang went there an hour ago as planned."

The couple turned to look out the window.

Zhou Bingheng stood beside her, his palm gripping the old military-issue brass button tightly.

Su Xingmian closed her eyes, and her roots spread silently along the underground water veins.

Any unusual movement would trigger a warning in her mind.