The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The piercing sirens of ambulances and police cars tore through the night sky of Beijing.

The seriously injured Zeng Linglong was rushed to the nearest military hospital and immediately taken to the emergency room.

When the news reached the Zeng family, it was like another earthquake.

Grandpa Zeng was so angry he almost fainted again, Zeng Sheng's face turned ashen, and He Jing nearly cried herself to death.

The couple rushed to the hospital in a great hurry.

Outside the operating room, the red lights were blinding. The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

Zeng Linglong's aunt, Zeng Ting, the vice president of the military hospital, immediately put down all her work and rushed to the rescue site to coordinate and direct the operation after learning about her nephew's accident.

"The injured person has lost too much blood and their blood pressure continues to drop! They urgently need a blood transfusion!"

"Have the blood type test results come back yet?"

"It's out! It's type B blood! Go to the blood bank immediately to get type B blood!" the nurse responded urgently.

Zeng Ting, who was about to push open the operating room door, froze in place when she heard the words "blood type B"!

As a medical expert with many years of experience, a piece of medical common sense, rooted in instinct, instantly struck her:

Her younger brother, Zeng Sheng, has type A blood, and so does her sister-in-law, He Jing!

How could parents with blood type A have a child with blood type B?!

This violates the most basic Mendelian laws of inheritance!

In an instant, all the unusual things about this nephew over the past fourteen years came to mind—

Those features that didn't resemble her younger brother and sister-in-law much, the inexplicable aloofness He Jing occasionally exuded, and the child's unruly and almost twisted personality...

Countless images flashed wildly through her mind, weaving together a terrifying conjecture that chilled her to the bone!

"Wait!" Zeng Ting abruptly stopped the nurse who was about to draw blood; her voice was trembling with shock.

"Director Wang! The injured person's identity is special, and blood transfusion is of utmost importance. I request that blood samples be collected again immediately for crossmatching and blood type verification! Immediately! Right now!"

The attending physician, Director Wang, was taken aback by the vice president's sudden and unusually stern request...

But seeing Zeng Ting's pale and serious face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately took over the procedure to collect Zeng Linglong's blood sample again for testing.

Outside the operating room, Zeng Sheng and He Jing were extremely anxious, completely unaware of the incident that had occurred inside.

A few minutes later, the verification results came out, coldly and indifferently displayed on the testing instrument:

Type B blood. Zeng Ting felt a sudden dizziness and almost lost her balance.

She gripped the wall, gripped by immense fear and disbelief.

Her hands trembled as she took out her phone and dialed Zeng Sheng's number, her voice hoarse and urgent:

"Xiao Sheng... you and Xiao Jing... come to the third-floor lab immediately! Right now! Something terrible has happened!!"

Her tone was more panicked and solemn than ever before.

Zeng Sheng and He Jing felt a sudden chill in their hearts, an extremely ominous premonition instantly overwhelming them.

They stumbled and fell to the laboratory.

Zeng Ting dismissed everyone else, closed the door, looked at her younger brother and sister-in-law, her eyes red and her voice trembling:

"Xiao Sheng, Xiao Jing... are you... are you sure you're both blood type A? Are you sure?!"

Zeng Sheng and He Jing were bewildered by this seemingly random question, but they still nodded affirmatively.

This is an undeniable fact. Zeng Ting pointed towards the emergency room, tears finally streaming down her face, her voice breaking:

"Inside... Xiaolong... his blood type... is B..."

"What?!" Zeng Sheng was struck dumb and took a step back.

He Jing was initially bewildered, but then seemed to understand the meaning of those words. Her face instantly drained of color, her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound; she could only shake her head frantically.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be a mistake! Check again! Check one more time!"

Zeng Sheng roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"We've checked twice already! Xiao Sheng! This doesn't conform to genetics! This is absolutely impossible!"

Zeng Ting was almost crying out.

The laboratory was deathly silent.

A terrifying hypothesis, capable of destroying everything, coiled around the hearts of the three like a venomous snake.

"Do DNA testing." Zeng Sheng spat out these three words through gritted teeth, his voice cold, desperate, and resolute.

"Now! Immediately! Do a paternity test! I need the results as quickly as possible!"

Under Zeng Ting's personal arrangement, everything was carried out with the highest priority.

Blood samples were quickly collected from Zeng Sheng, He Jing, and Zeng Linglong, who was still undergoing surgery and in critical condition, and were urgently sent by a specialist to an authoritative DNA testing center.

The hours spent waiting for the results were like torture for Zeng Sheng and He Jing.

Every second felt like an eternity. Zeng Sheng stood like a stone statue, silent, radiating a terrifying chill.

He Jing slumped in the chair, her eyes glazed over, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her tears had long since dried up, leaving only endless fear.

Finally, the sealed report that would decide the fate of the case was returned.

Zeng Sheng's hands trembled so much he could barely tear open the envelope. When he finally saw the final conclusion written in black and white—

Zeng Sheng is excluded as Zeng Linglong's biological father.

He Jing is excluded as Zeng Linglong's biological mother.

"ah--!!!!!"

He Jing let out a shrill scream that was so piercing it was inhuman, and then everything went black as she completely lost consciousness.

Zeng Sheng suddenly clenched the few pages of paper tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He stared intently at the words, as if he wanted to burn them through.

The overwhelming sense of absurdity, betrayal, and excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed him.

He let out a whimper and slammed his fist hard against the cold wall, blood instantly seeping from between his fingers.