Chapter Thirty-Eight: The One Who Was Summoned Has Arrived

“I can’t accept this. The gift is far too valuable. You should give it to your girlfriend instead,” Han Xuefang said, not daring to take the ring from Chu Feng. She had overheard her classmates mention that this ring was worth more than three hundred thousand yuan.

“I don’t have a girlfriend yet. Why don’t you accept the ring and become my girlfriend?” Chu Feng replied, his tone tinged with a playful tease.

We’ve only known each other for a day, and he’s asking me to be his girlfriend. Is this what they call love at first sight? Should I say yes?

Han Xuefang stole another glance at Chu Feng. He was rather good-looking.

“I’ll be heading off now. If your classmate comes back, tell her she can find me on the second floor.” As Han Xuefang was still pondering whether to accept him, Chu Feng simply turned and left.

Startled from her reverie by his words, Han Xuefang realized he had already walked away. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

Chu Feng took the elevator to the second floor. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Old Jin and Old Wang waiting anxiously by the elevator doors. Their faces were etched with worry; something was clearly amiss.

“What are you two doing here? Is something the matter?” Chu Feng had been here for several days and had never before seen Old Jin willingly leave Old Chen’s hospital room.

Yet now, both Old Jin and Old Wang were here. Chu Feng guessed that something must have happened.

“It’s like this. Old Chen has been insisting on seeing some documents. If we refuse, he won’t even take his medication. We were just about to come find you,” Old Jin said, clearly at his wit’s end. Most things could be negotiated with Old Chen, but not this—he was adamant and left no room for discussion.

“I’ll go talk to Old Chen. The weather is good today, so I’ll take him out for a stroll.” Chu Feng planned to tell a few white lies to persuade Old Chen to rest for a couple more days.

He, Old Wang, and Old Jin returned together to the ward. The old master was sitting on the sofa, waiting for Old Jin to bring him the documents.

“Xiao Jin, why did you come back empty-handed? Where are the documents I asked for?” Old Chen’s tone was edged with displeasure when he saw Old Jin’s empty hands.

“I told him not to bring them. If you want to read the documents, you’ll have to wait until the afternoon. Now is rest time. Let me take you out for a walk.”

Chu Feng took the blame upon himself, not wanting Old Chen to be cross with Old Jin. Meanwhile, he had Old Wang bring over a wheelchair.

“What difference does it make when I read them? Why wait until the afternoon? If I can get through these today, it’ll help everyone avoid unnecessary detours,” Old Chen grumbled, displeased with Chu Feng’s decision. Still, Chu Feng was his doctor, so he could only acquiesce.

Chu Feng gently lifted him into the wheelchair, laid a small blanket over his knees, and wheeled him out of the room.

As they left, Old Jin and Old Wang followed behind, along with two plainclothes security officers. This was the first time Old Chen had left his room since being hospitalized.

Up to now, Old Jin and Old Wang had always kept him indoors, afraid that he might be targeted by assassins. With Chu Feng present, however, their worries eased.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been outside. When I wanted to feel the sunlight, I could only stand at the door of my room. These two never let me out,” Old Chen said, savoring the fresh, antiseptic-free air outside the hospital lobby.

Old Wang and Old Jin exchanged glances, their expressions filled with helplessness. They were only following orders—and more importantly, responsible for Old Chen’s safety.

“From now on, I’ll take you out for a walk every day. As long as I’m here, no one will dare lay a finger on you,” Chu Feng promised.

He pushed Old Chen’s wheelchair through the hospital garden, eventually stopping at a pavilion.

“Come, play a game of chess with this old man,” the old master said, suddenly in high spirits.

“Old Chen, I must warn you, my chess skills leave much to be desired. Don’t be too hard on me,” Chu Feng replied. He had dabbled in online chess to pass the time, but his skills were admittedly poor.

Old Jin quickly set up a small chessboard on the stone table. He and Old Wang had sometimes played with Old Chen, but their skills were just as lacking; they rarely lasted long before being thoroughly defeated.

While Chu Feng and Old Chen were engaged in their game in the pavilion, a group of people arrived outside the hospital. All of them wore black and exuded an air of menace. Their coordinated, disciplined stride suggested professional training. Entering the hospital, they made straight for the outpatient department.

Wang Lei, who had been reprimanded by Chu Feng earlier, had not left. He made a call and waited. The men in black were summoned by him.

“Young master, we’re here!” they announced loudly, drawing curious stares from bystanders.

“Follow me. If you can’t get this done, you can all jump off the roof,” Wang Lei barked, showing no mercy. If they failed, he expected them to kill themselves.

He had seen Chu Feng earlier while he was pushing the wheelchair but, out of fear of being discovered, hadn’t dared approach. Now, with his men assembled, Wang Lei led them to the rear of the hospital, where a small garden offered fresh air to long-term patients.

“See the young man playing chess in the pavilion? Bring him to me. Break his hands and legs,” Wang Lei ordered his men, pointing at Chu Feng.

The men in black said nothing, heading straight for the pavilion. The two soldiers stationed outside saw seven or eight men in black approaching and instinctively reached for their holstered guns. All of them had been issued firearms for the purpose of protecting Old Chen.

“Stop right there! Take another step and we won’t be so polite!” one of the soldiers shouted, pointing his gun at the group.

The men in black acted as though they hadn’t heard, continuing forward. When they were within five meters of the pavilion, the two soldiers drew their guns and aimed.

Confronted by the armed soldiers, the eight men in black halted, glancing warily at the two men with guns, at a loss for their next move.

Inside the pavilion, Chu Feng also noticed the commotion and set his chess pieces aside. Old Chen turned to look and saw the eight men in black as well.