A night passed.
Li Chonglou’s palms itched as if ants were crawling on them.
"How did your wound heal so quickly?" the beautiful little nurse's mouth formed an 'o' shape, her face filled with disbelief, as she helped change his bandages.
The wound on his back had completely scabbed over, looking as if it were ten days after stitches were removed.
The缝口 (fèngkǒu - stitch) on his palm was not as far along, but it also looked like at least five or six days.
This…
It had only been a day and two nights. How was this possible?
"I've had a strong constitution since childhood, with excellent self-healing abilities," Li Chonglou replied casually.
"How is that possible? There must be something wrong with you…" the little nurse squinted at his seemingly thin body, full of disbelief.
Li Chonglou pretended not to hear, closing his eyes.
He let her finish changing the bandages.
Refusing an anti-inflammatory IV drip, he changed clothes and went to see his mother.
Xu Lie had not yet arrived. Yesterday, after Xu Qianqian called, he had left in a hurry, and no one knew what had happened.
It was only eight o'clock in the morning.
The doctors were holding a meeting after their ward rounds, while nurses were handing over shifts.
At this time, there were no medical staff in the ward.
A figure in a white coat, acting furtively, opened Zheng Xiumei's ward and slipped inside, locking the door behind him.
Inside the room, the light was dim.
"Doctor? Is there something else?" Zheng Xiumei asked weakly as the person entered.
She found it strange that the doctor, who had left with the special nurse not long ago, had returned so soon.
"Oh, you just had surgery. To prevent rejection, you need an anti-rejection injection."
The doctor's mouse-like eyes held a sinister gleam as he spoke casually, "The nurses are changing shifts, so I'll administer it to you myself."
Saying this, he took out a syringe, inserted it into a small vial, and slowly drew up a colorless liquid.
He had received orders last night to make away with a middle-aged woman without anyone noticing.
However, the special care ward had constant supervision, making it difficult to act.
He could only wait for the morning shift change.
"Wasn't it Doctor Huang who examined me? Why has it changed?" Zheng Xiumei felt something was amiss.
Every time she received an injection or an IV drip, there were at least two nurses present. She had never seen a doctor directly administer one.
Moreover, Huang Qishan had not mentioned any signs of rejection.
Although she hadn't seen much of the world, she wasn't stupid.
"Doctor Huang is in a meeting. I can handle this small matter; don't be nervous, it will be quick." The mouse-eyed man discarded the vial, took the syringe to the bedside, pulled up Zheng Xiumei's wrist, his mask unable to hide the sinister grin on his face.
This made Zheng Xiumei's skin crawl. "Doctor, I don't want it… Let's wait for Doctor Huang to come back."
Saying this, she tried to pull her hand back.
Unexpectedly, her hand was held by the mouse-eyed man as if trapped in a steel vise, completely immovable.
"Don't struggle, this injection is painless, it's euthanasia!"
The mouse-eyed man's sinister expression deepened, his voice turning cold, "Someone wants you dead, don't blame me."
"Blame your useless son for being blind and offending someone he shouldn't have!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Xiumei's eyes widened, her face contorted in extreme pain.
The man's words and killing intent filled her with burning anxiety.
She had just undergone surgery and her condition was not yet stable; she could not endure such distress.
In her panic, she couldn't even speak.
And she couldn't move.
She could only watch helplessly as the mouse-eyed man's needle tip drew closer and closer to her skin, her mind going blank.
*Dong!*
Just as the needle tip was about to pierce her skin, the ward door was violently kicked open.
Li Chonglou burst into the room like a cannonball.
Without a word, his bandaged right fist swung forward, striking the back of the mouse-eyed man's head with immense force.
*Bang!*
Caught completely off guard, the mouse-eyed man slammed into the wall and bounced back, the syringe falling from his hand as stars danced before his eyes.
"Tell me, who sent you to harm my mother?"
The next second, Li Chonglou’s left hand had already wrapped around his neck, his voice, like a glacial whisper from the depths of hell, booming in his ear.
His dragged right hand, the wound having completely split open, bled through the bandages.
But he paid it no mind.
His eyes were sharp as knives, his arm tightening its grip.
After cultivating the Sheepskin Scroll mental technique for two nights, his control over his body far surpassed that of ordinary people.
If not for his injured right hand, he was confident he could have crippled the assailant who tried to harm his mother.
"Ugh…"
The mouse-eyed man's eyes bulged, his face turned purple, and he struggled desperately.
But how could he possibly break free from Li Chonglou's full-force grip?
His heart was filled with absolute terror.
He had never expected that just as he was about to succeed, the door would be kicked open.
And this person's strength was astonishingly great.
The impact had already left him dizzy, and then being choked, he immediately found it difficult to breathe, his consciousness beginning to blur.
"Mom, it's okay, don't be scared… the doctor will be here soon!" Li Chonglou knew what his mother was thinking.
He could only release the killer's neck, his left hand urgently pressing the medical call button by the bed.
His mother's condition was dire, she couldn't even speak.
She must have been severely frightened.
Now was not the time to interrogate the assailant; saving his mother was the only priority.
"Hmph… kid, you know who you've offended."
The mouse-eyed man seized the opportunity, scrambling to the ward door, clutching his neck, his face contorted as he threatened, "Wait to collect your mother's corpse. You might survive this time, but there will be a next!"
With that, he fled the room.
Watching his mother's breathing grow increasingly rapid, Li Chonglou had no intention of pursuing the assailant.
His heart was filled with burning anxiety.
Fortunately, medical personnel soon rushed in, administering a sedative to his mother and fitting her with an oxygen mask.
Her condition slowly stabilized.
As his mother gradually drifted off to sleep, Li Chonglou picked up the dropped syringe, his eyes as cold as ice.
Last time it was an assassination attempt via car accident, and this time, they had unexpectedly targeted his mother.
This syringe bore the killer's fingerprints. If handed over to the police, the killer should be identified in no time.
This was also why he chose his mother and disregarded the fleeing assailant.
He was just a pawn; what was the point of catching him?
The true target was the mastermind.
He could handle being attacked, but daring to touch his mother…
He was seeking death!
He would find that person, no matter where they were.
Li Chonglou's killing intent blazed like a fiery rainbow.
"Your hand is split open." The medical staff only then noticed Li Chonglou's right hand soaked in blood and anxiously re-bandaged it for him.
At the same moment, the phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
Upon answering, a deep voice spoke, "Hello, Li Chonglou, I am Lu Weishen."
"Lin Ao was ignorant of the rules yesterday and offended you."
"As his teacher, I apologize to you on his behalf and solemnly invite you to a meeting this afternoon at five o'clock in the Shanhe Yin Hall of the Fenglinxue Hotel."
"Just the two of us. I will apologize to you in person!"
Li Chonglou, who had no interest in attending gatherings, changed his mind upon hearing this, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "Alright, I will certainly be there!"
His mother had just been attacked, and Lu Weishen was calling to invite him to a banquet.
This wasn't an apology; it was clearly a warning or a show of force.
How could such a coincidence exist in the world?
Regardless of whether this incident was related to him or not, he had to attend this banquet.
He wanted to see what exactly Lu Weishen intended!