A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Tell me, where have you been these past two days?" Yan Xinyue coldly demanded, her tone barely different from that of interrogating a criminal.

"No, I didn't go anywhere," Gu Feng stammered.

"Where did you go? If you didn't go anywhere, how could you miss two days of class? I told you to get out, and you just disappeared without a trace?"

Gu Feng glanced at her with a mix of grievance and fear, saying nothing. In his heart, however, he thought to himself: You only told me to get lost, not to come back. And once I leave, it's quite a distance—either in the hospital or the police station, I can't come back even if I wanted to.

"Are you mute? Speak up!" Yan Xinyue slammed her hand on the table.

"..." Gu Feng wanted to say something, but what could he say?

"You think you can get away with this by pretending to be deaf and dumb? Do you know how big of a mess you've made this time?" Yan Xinyue questioned sharply.

Gu Feng finally understood that her anger was directed at Chen Dashan's matter.

"Tell me yourself, what's wrong with you? You finally managed to get into university, but instead of studying properly, you spend all your time messing around with those shady characters. Did you come to school just to waste your time?" Yan Xinyue scolded her harshly.

Gu Feng remained silent, it was unclear whether he dared not retort or simply had no intention of replying.

"Fine, you can continue to laze around and wait to die. Anyway, if you want to get your diploma from me later—dream on." Yan Xinyue said sternly.

Gu Feng remained silent, not uttering a word, as if he had made up his mind: he would not retaliate when insulted or hit.

"Gu Feng, do you think that because you saved Dean Peng in the office that day, and because you're an employee of the Municipal People's Hospital, you can act with impunity and disregard me?"

"I...no," Gu Feng replied in a low voice, sounding aggrieved.

"Hmph." Yan Xinyue sneered, her face expressionless. "I don't care if you have it or not. If you continue to be so irresponsible, idle, irresponsible, ungrateful, and shameless—then you'd better know your place and get out of my class. I will not allow you to spoil the whole bunch. It won't be good if I have to personally kick you out."

Gu Feng was being scolded so badly he could barely breathe. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to scold him like this—actually, it wasn't that no one dared, but that no one had ever done so at all.

Yan Xinyue watched Gu Feng stand there silently, his face flushed, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

The reason she reprimanded him so harshly wasn't because she really had any prejudice against him, but it wouldn't be entirely true to say she had none at all.

Ultimately, it all boils down to disappointment and frustration.

When she first met him in the office, she thought he was a promising young man with excellent character and academic performance, and a strong sense of ambition.

But after getting to know him, I discovered that although he had some talent, he had even more flaws.

He talked back to the teacher in class, caused trouble during his internship, and was both unruly and stubborn.

This time it's even more outrageous; a murder actually occurred at the school gate with older students...

However, these were not the things that angered Yan Xinyue the most.

What angered her most was that Gu Feng had actually dragged Peng Liangpei into it as well.

Yan Xinyue gave him a stern lecture, and her anger finally subsided somewhat. After her expression softened a little, her tone became serious: "Gu Feng, do you even know how serious the incident outside the school was, or how bad its impact was?"

"Teacher, we..."

"Are you trying to say that this isn't your fault, that they came after you first?" Yan Xinyue glared at him, abruptly cutting him off. "But don't you realize that if you hadn't been so competitive and eager to show off, would this have turned out this way?"

Gu Feng looked embarrassed and fell silent.

Chu Tiannan is right. If you don't nip the problem in the bud, there will be endless troubles later.

This matter is indeed a consequence of my lack of ruthlessness last time.

It seems I really need to reflect on myself—I've been too soft-hearted in some things, and my hesitation has only caused me harm.

"The police are still investigating your case, and the school is waiting for the police's determination before deciding how to punish you. So for the time being, you and Peng Liangpei should not come to school. Stay home and reflect on your actions."

"Oh." Gu Feng finally understood why Peng Liangpei hadn't come. But he still couldn't help feeling worried and hesitated before asking, "Peng Liangpei, she...?"

Upon hearing him mention Peng Liangpei, Yan Xinyue's face immediately darkened, and she coldly interrupted, "Her affairs are none of your concern. She used to be such a good student, but since you came, look at her now!"

Yan Xinyue wanted to say, "Don't bother her anymore, or you'll only hurt yourself and the neighbors."

But then I thought about it again and realized there was no need to say it.

So she waved at him, like shooing away a fly: "That's all. Pack your things and go back first. I'll let you know when you can come back to class."

"Oh," Gu Feng replied, then walked out dejectedly.

Stepping out of the school gate and standing at the bustling crossroads, Gu Feng suddenly felt lost, unsure of where to go.

Go home? Su Man'er was busy preparing for her pharmaceutical factory and had no time to pay attention to him.

Go find Ding Hanhan? She's probably busy dealing with the huge mess that's going on with the Yihe Gang right now.

Go find Peng Jingpei? She's here now... Yes, I'll go find her.

Gu Feng is a man of his word. If he wants to do something, he will do it immediately and without hesitation.

He took out his phone and called Peng Liangpei—but the phone was off.

The phone's off? No problem. You can run away from the monk, but can you run away from the temple?

Gu Feng dug out the address Peng Liangpei had given him, and after asking around along the way, he finally found Peng Liangpei's house after a lot of effort.

It was a small villa similar to Su Man'er's house, but judging from the exterior decoration, it was obviously more sophisticated and pleasing to the eye than Su Man'er's house.

The only difference is that there is no courtyard; the doorplate faces straight out.

Despite having found Peng Liangpei's hideout, Gu Feng was still disappointed.

The doors and windows were all tightly closed, and the whole house was quiet, looking like there was no one at all.

After pacing back and forth in front of the Peng family's gate for several minutes, Gu Feng felt somewhat helpless and was about to turn around and leave.

But in that instant of turning his head, he became more cautious—he pressed himself against the security door, focused his mind, and listened intently.

Sure enough, upon listening, he did detect something amiss.

There was the sound of breathing inside the house.

Without thinking twice, he quickly knocked on the door, rang the doorbell, and shouted loudly, using all three methods at the same time.

I fiddled with it for a good ten minutes, but there was absolutely no response from inside.

Gu Feng thought he had misheard, so he pressed his ear against the door to listen again—the breathing sound was faint, but exceptionally clear.

There was someone inside, and it was Peng Jingpei. But why wasn't she saying anything? Was she still angry with him and didn't want to talk to him?

"Ignore me if you want, fine." Gu Feng's temper flared up, and he was about to storm off when a sudden thought struck him—what if she wasn't angry, but something had happened?

He quickly focused his mind and concentrated again, listening intently.

This time, because I used all my strength, I heard it much more clearly.

The breathing inside the house was indeed that of Peng Jingpei, whom he knew well. However, her breathing was noticeably weaker and more rapid than usual.

Peng Liangpei's breathing seemed off.

A sense of foreboding suddenly washed over me, and panic surged like a tide, accompanied by a burning anxiety.

Peng Liangpei must have gotten into trouble.

Gu Feng's face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't care less about anything else anymore.

He suddenly took six or seven steps back, then lunged forward, and with a loud "boom," he kicked the security door, which would have required a pry bar to open, causing it to bend inward.

Then came another kick, and the door was finally kicked open with incredible force.

Inside the room, the curtains were drawn tightly, making the room very dimly lit.

He could vaguely see that the living room was neat and tidy. He walked through the living room and pushed open the door from which faint breathing could be heard.

The first thing that catches the eye is a long dress and underwear lying on the ground.

Then I saw on the bed—Peng Jingpei was lying there motionless, wearing only a thin nightgown.

A surge of intense fear gripped Gu Feng's heart instantly. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling, "Liang Pei, Liang Pei!"

He called her name several times, but there was no response. Gu Feng was even more terrified and anxiously reached out to touch her face.

It wasn't the cool touch I had imagined; instead, it was frighteningly hot.

When I checked her pulse again, it was weak and rapid.

After a long while, Gu Feng finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Peng Jingpei did not commit suicide; she was ill, and it was an acute illness.

If she's this sick, why doesn't she see a doctor? Why doesn't she tell anyone? Does she really not want to live anymore?

Gu Feng felt a wave of panic, but he forced himself to calm down quickly.

He walked over and pulled back the heavy curtains, finally letting the room light up.

Pushing open the window, a gust of cool air rushed in, and the indoor air finally began to circulate.

He returned to the bedside and saw that Peng Liangpei's eyes were closed, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were dry and cracked, but her breath was hot and scorching, as if it would burn him.

In Gu Feng's view, this symptom is "moth"!