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

Military General Hospital.

Hospital corridor.

Zeng Linglong's encrypted phone vibrated in his hand.

The screen displays: Xiaoya.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Boss." Xiaoya's voice came through the receiver, quick and clear, carrying suppressed anger and exhaustion:

"The sniper who escaped was found, but was later sniped and has now been silenced."

Xiaoya recounted the entire incident in detail.

"The sniper position is on the rooftop of the residential area across the street."

"Ye Feng tracked down the murderer, but the attacker self-destructed, and Ye Feng narrowly escaped..."

Zeng Linglong's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard "Ye Feng almost"!

But the next second—

His brain, like a sophisticated computer, instantly detected an extremely subtle flaw in Xiaoya's report—a loophole in the time logic!

"etc."

Zeng Linglong interrupted Xiaoya, his voice as cold as iron:

"Xiaoya, you just said—the surveillance footage shows the killer went to the rooftop more than 20 minutes ago?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiaoya paused for a moment:

"Yes, boss."

"Street surveillance, community entrance surveillance, elevator surveillance—the timeline is consistent; he went up there and never came down again."

She paused, then added:

"Ye Feng and I also felt something was wrong—the killer was running away too slowly, as if he was waiting for us to catch up."

"Qi Liang discovered traces of electronic remote control on the explosive device at the scene."

"But logically... it could also be explained as the suicide squad wanting to die together with the enemy."

"No."

Zeng Linglong's voice was resolute, like a scalpel cutting through the disguised flesh:

"Electronic devices may be disguised."

"Slow speed is a suicide tactic."

"These are not the main points."

He slowly sat up straight, his vision blurred from blood loss and exhaustion, but his mind was frighteningly sharp:

"The timeline you just mentioned..."

"Your arrival time at the office building will be later."

"The surveillance footage shows the assailant climbing onto the rooftop earlier than the actual time."

"There is a time difference in between."

On the other end of the phone, Xiaoya's breath hitched.

Zeng Linglong continued, each word like an icicle chiseling into a crack in logic:

"How could the killer possibly 'predict' where you'd end up?"

"unless--"

He paused, his voice dropping to freezing:

"First, there's a traitor in our team."

"But that's impossible."

"two……"

A chilling, all-knowing glint flashed in his eyes:

"Someone was already monitoring or lying in wait in that building beforehand."

"You've just tracked them down to the office building—and they've already gone up to the rooftop. That doesn't make any sense."

Since the other party had already arrived in advance and was aware of the situation, he had many ways to infiltrate undetected, making it impossible for you to find any clues in the surveillance footage.

"So—this is not an escape."

"This is—acting."

Xiaoya gasped on the other end of the phone:

"Boss...you mean—"

"Was the person who committed suicide just an 'actor'?"

"The real sniper... might still be alive? Still hiding in the building?"

Zeng Linglong closed his eyes, his mind racing, calculating:

"Remember, Xiaoya."

"A person capable of setting up such a meticulously planned trap would never leave such a basic flaw as 'the whole thing was captured on surveillance footage'."

"Now all the surveillance evidence is too 'complete'—as complete as a deliberately scripted story."

"Trying to cover up the truth only makes it more obvious, and passing off falsehood as truth."

He reopened his eyes, his gaze now devoid of any hesitation:

"Now I'll work backward and make a factual assumption—"

"It's all an illusion."

"Knowing they couldn't escape the pursuit, the other side used a suicide bomber disguised as a sniper to stage a 'silence and then self-destruct' scenario."

"Let us assume—the killer is dead, and the trail has gone cold."

"And the real sniper..."

Zeng Linglong's voice carried an iron-blooded decisiveness:

"They are very likely still hiding in that building complex."

"Now, do as I say."

"First, retrieve the registration information of all residents in that building."

"Check the entry and exit records of strangers in the past week."

"Check the residents who moved in within the past week."

"Check who has been to the rooftop in the past week."

"Check—this residential building has a view of all the rooms in the office building."

"Second, focus on screening male residents who are similar in height to the deceased (180-185cm), live alone, and have unusual nighttime activities."

"third……"

Zeng Linglong paused, then lowered his voice:

"Investigate secretly first."

"If you discover any clues—don't alert them; keep them under secret surveillance around the clock."

"A person who can set up such a scheme is ruthless and has more than one trump card."

"Following this lead... might uncover the real mastermind."

"If we can't find out secretly..."

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Using the pretext of 'investigating suspects in the bombing'—"

"Search house to house."

"Within one day..."

"I need to know—just how many 'ghosts' are still hiding in that building."

On the other end of the phone, Xiaoya was breathing rapidly, but her voice had regained absolute calm:

"Understood, boss."

"That building has been sealed off by Uncle Zeng's troops."

"If it's really as you've deduced..."

Xiaoya's voice carried a chilling murderous intent:

"He absolutely cannot escape."

The phone hangs up.

Zeng Linglong wanted to stand up and relay the instructions to Ye Feng.

But as soon as I exerted force—

Suddenly everything went black!

My brain felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a strong sense of dizziness swept over me!

My body is shaking uncontrollably!

"Little Dragon—!!"

Zeng Ting, who had been standing by his side, rushed over and helped him up!

Wherever you touch, Zeng Linglong's hospital gown is soaked with cold sweat!

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were dry, cracked, and purple, the veins on his temples were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.

I haven't slept for four days and four nights.

He sustained gunshot wounds to both knees and left arm during intense combat, and lost more than 800 milliliters of blood.

It was only through sheer willpower that we managed to hold on until this moment.

"Listen to your aunt just this once! Just this once!"

Zeng Ting's tears welled up, her voice trembling with sobs:

"Go and rest! Even just an hour of sleep! Is that alright?!"

Zeng Linglong shook his head, as if he wanted to say something.

But at that moment—

At the end of the corridor, above the operating room door, a glaring red light—

"Smack."

It's gone out.

"brush--!!"

Everyone in the corridor turned their heads at the same time!

His gaze was fixed on the slowly opening door!

Several experts in green surgical gowns walked out with weary steps.

They wore masks on their faces, but their eyes were visible—

It wasn't heavy.

Instead, there was a kind of... almost exhilarating light!

"They're out!!"

"Doctor! What's wrong?!"

"Ru Ge—?!"

The crowd surged forward! Yan Chonghua and his wife rushed to the front, their voices trembling!

With Zeng Ting's support, Zeng Linglong staggered forward.

His eyes were fixed on the white-haired old man at the head of the group—Old Qin, a leading figure in cardiothoracic surgery.

Old Qin took off his mask and his gaze swept over the crowd.

Finally, it landed on Zeng Linglong's face.

Eyes facing each other.

Old Qin spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet filled with unmistakable excitement:

"I have lived up to your expectations."

"The injured person is out of danger."

"The bullet was only 2.3 millimeters from the heart, but it did not damage the major blood vessels or nerves."

"The surgery was a success."

"Now—he has been transferred to the intensive care unit."

"Thank you... thank you so much!!"

Yan Chonghua held Qin Lao's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face!

Liu Sitong collapsed into her husband's arms, sobbing uncontrollably!

A suppressed, relieved sob echoed down the corridor!

But Old Qin waved his hand.

He looked a little tired.

But his eyes were filled with shock:

"actually……"

"The greatest credit does not belong to us."

"But—"

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"The seven silver needles that sealed the heart meridian before the surgery."

"And that mysterious ointment that can instantly stop bleeding deep inside bullet holes."

This is a medical miracle.

If the injured person had not received timely treatment using these two miraculous methods, they might have been in critical condition upon arrival!

Zeng Ting immediately turned her gaze to her nephew, Zeng Linglong.

No one here knows Zeng Linglong's miraculous medical abilities better than her.

Old Qin's voice sounded tired. "I'm a little tired. You can visit the injured later, but there shouldn't be too many people or the visit should last too long."

Finally, he turned his gaze to Zeng Ting.

The vice president is determined to find the person who administered the acupuncture and the medicinal ointment. This is a treasure of our nation's traditional Chinese medicine heritage!

Zeng Ting took a deep breath and stepped forward:

"Mr. Qin, the person you're talking about..."

She turned to the side and pointed to her pale-faced nephew beside her:

"It's him."

brush--!!

All eyes turned to Zeng Linglong!