A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

After the advisor left, Ding Lisheng didn't get a good night's sleep—in fact, he didn't sleep at all.

He was constantly worried, fearing that the cunning Gu Feng would eventually realize that he had directed the entire afternoon's scene.

To outsiders, it might seem like a joke that the dignified leader of the Yihe Gang, who could get whatever he wanted, was being made to feel uneasy by a mere greenhorn.

But Ding Lisheng himself didn't find it funny at all.

Gu Feng does look weak now, but even so, he's still a wolf cub just out of its den. His claws aren't fully developed yet, but his sharp teeth are something he was born with.

If you're not careful and he bites you, you could get a deadly poison at any time.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at the way he bit Zheng Fengjiao, you can tell how sharp and venomous his teeth are, and how tricky the timing and angle of his bite were.

Ding Lisheng wasn't afraid to use underhanded tactics or brute force, because he was absolutely certain that Gu Feng could never outmaneuver him.

His only fear was that Gu Feng would stab him in the vital spot.

His only Achilles' heel is his precious daughter, Ding Hanhan.

If Gu Feng were to use Han Han's life as leverage, then he would truly be at a loss.

Ding Lisheng's ability to rise through the bloody world of martial arts to where he is today has never been due to his arrogance or fearlessness, but rather to his meticulousness and "better safe than sorry" attitude.

"No poison, no manly man." Now that you've made up your mind, what are you hesitating for?

Indecisiveness is not my style.

Thinking of this, Ding Li jumped out of bed, reached into the bedside table, pulled out a gun, deftly screwed on the silencer, and turned to leave.

Tonight is undoubtedly the best time to remove Gu Feng, this thorn in our side.

This kid was injured during the day, and he's currently at his weakest and least on guard.

He tiptoed downstairs, clutching the spare key, and walked quietly to the door of the room where Gu Feng slept. He slowly inserted the key and gently turned it.

I didn't hear the expected "click" of the lock popping up, but the door still turned—this kid is so careless, he didn't even lock the door.

Gu Feng, I'm so sorry.

Regardless of whether others thought he was crocodile tears or genuinely felt a little sorry for the person, the moment Ding Lisheng pushed open the door and raised the silenced gun to sweep across the bed, he truly thought to himself that this.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

After seven very faint, muffled sounds, Ding Lisheng deftly changed to a new magazine, still pointing the gun at the bed, before slowly moving into the room.

"Better safe than sorry" was a motto etched into his bones. Although he firmly believed that even if Gu Feng had three heads and six arms, he would have been dead long ago after taking seven bullets.

But when he finally got close to the bed, he discovered that there was no one under the covers.

My heart skipped a beat, thinking I'd fallen into a trap. I quickly twisted my body, gripped the trigger, and was ready to fire a burst of bullets at the slightest sign of trouble.

However, nothing happened.

He raised his hand and turned on the room light, and the room was immediately clear—there was no one there.

Reaching into the blankets, I found they were still warm.

Clearly, Gu Feng had indeed been on this bed, but he had already left before I sneaked in.

Did this kid anticipate that I was going to use dirty tricks and slip away beforehand?

Ding Lisheng, filled with suspicion, searched the room again carefully. After confirming that Gu Feng was indeed gone, he felt a strange mix of emotions: disappointment, yet also a sense of relief. He didn't know whether he was relieved that Gu Feng wasn't there, or regretful that he had failed again…

Where did Gu Feng go? Did he really hear the rumors and run away beforehand?

Actually, things weren't what Ding Lisheng thought at all.

It was late at night when Gu Feng finished circulating his inner energy for one cycle, slowly opened his eyes, and recovered some of his true energy, finally feeling a little better.

But that previous battle was so devastating that it probably won't be able to get back to normal for at least a week or two.

However, because he was so engrossed in practicing his skills that he was completely immersed in a state of ethereal bliss, he might have actually been able to hear the conversation between Ding Lisheng and his advisor, given his hearing.

Right now, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably on this spacious bed any longer; he'd be thinking about whether to escape or fight for his life.

Gu Feng didn't hear anything, so now that he had some internal energy to rely on, he was completely unaware that his death was imminent and remained leisurely.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past three in the morning. I was thinking of taking advantage of the time I still had to practice my skills a little longer, but just then, I faintly heard a woman's voice.

Gu Feng was puzzled: It's this late, who would be so diligent as to work the night shift?

But he had clearly seen them all today; although the villa was large, there were only a few men there.

Aside from Old Man Ding, Ding Lisheng, and that so-called head butler, the rest were all maids.

Old Ding wants to "work overtime," but he probably doesn't have the ability anymore; the old housekeeper looks like a eunuch from the palace, so he's probably a limited company; the only one left is Ding Lisheng, who is strong and healthy and in his prime.

Gu Feng didn't have a penchant for prying into others' privacy, but he couldn't resist his curiosity, so he focused his attention and listened carefully.

After listening for a while, I didn't hear the man's heavy breathing, only the woman's sobs that sounded like she was in pain.

The first thought that crossed his mind was a ridiculous one—Really? So pitiful? If you really need something, come to me!

But this filthy feeling didn't last more than a few seconds before he felt ashamed of his old face, because upon closer inspection, he realized that the woman was sick.

Doctors have the heart of parents. No matter who this woman is, even if she is just a maid in the Ding family, since we have encountered her, there is no reason to pretend not to hear.

So he quietly got up and went out the door, following the direction from which the sound came.

Reaching a door, and confirming the voice was coming from inside, he knocked and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, is someone inside sick?"

The groans inside paused for a moment, but then resumed shortly afterward.

Gu Feng subconsciously reached for the doorknob, and to his surprise, the door opened.

Looking up, the huge room was shrouded in darkness, with only a dim bedside lamp shining from the side of the bed facing the wall.

Through the dimly lit gauze curtains, a shapely figure lay on the bed, occasionally shifting slightly in discomfort, and painful groans emanated from her mouth.

This time there's no mistake, she wasn't just amusing herself, she was genuinely sick.

Gu Feng took a few steps inside, but before he even got close to the luxurious and extravagant bed, his heart skipped a beat and he realized something was wrong.

Although the room was dimly lit, once his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out most of the surrounding furnishings.

Everywhere you look, there are little girly items: a dressing table, a large floor-length mirror, all sorts of fluffy dolls, and all kinds of clothes, shoes, and socks...

Good heavens, have I stumbled into a princess's bedroom or a young lady's private room?

In this grand villa that resembles a palace, whether you're a princess or a rich young lady, there can only be one person—Ding Hanhan.

Taking a few more steps closer, Gu Feng's expression turned somewhat embarrassed when he saw the face lying on the bed: Who else could it be but Ding Hanhan?

When he finally saw what she was wearing, he blushed furiously, unsure whether to go forward or retreat, and stood frozen in place in embarrassment.

Ding Hanhan's current state, while not exactly naked, is so thin that the nightgown she's wearing is practically as thin as a cicada's wing, making it hardly better than being naked at all.

Gu Feng wanted to turn around and leave, but hearing her painful moans and seeing her trembling body, his healer instincts held him back.