"Alright Yunting, that's all for now."
Guan Hongyu finished speaking and immediately hung up the call.
Without even giving Wan Yunting a chance to say goodbye, he looked at his phone, which had been hung up. Thinking of Guan Hongyu's mention of settling old scores, he raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding, and muttered, "Is he still thinking about our parents' affairs?"
Speaking of Guan Hongyu's parents, it all went back to a summer eight years ago, during Wan Yunting and Guan Hongyu's sophomore year!
Guan Hongyu's parents used to run a textile factory. However, due to a sudden fire at the factory, his parents, in an effort to save the factory, tragically perished in the inferno along with several workers, unable to escape in time.
That fire caused quite a sensation. Later, after an investigation by the police, the exact cause of the factory fire could not be precisely determined. It was eventually concluded that a malfunction in the factory machinery led to an electrical short circuit, which ignited the fire.
The sudden departure of both his parents was a huge blow to Guan Hongyu at the time. After handling his parents' funeral affairs, Guan Hongyu dropped out of school and began a period of aimless wandering.
Initially, he was escaping reality. Gradually, he fell in love with the freedom of drifting along on his motorcycle. This went on for eight long years, during which he experienced countless unimaginable events.
Guan Hongyu's sudden return this time was to settle the old scores related to his parents!
According to rumors at the time, the fire at his parents' factory was deliberately set by someone!
Guan Hongyu stepped into his parents' dimly lit and oppressive room. The windows were closed, the curtains tightly drawn, allowing no external light to enter. The dim, orangey glow came from a memorial tablet placed on a desk, with white candles burning.
On the desk were two black and white photographs of his parents. Incense smoke curled upwards from an incense burner, filling the air. Combined with the eerie dim lighting, the entire room was permeated with a suffocating atmosphere.
Next, Guan Hongyu placed the photograph of the man on the desk in front of the incense burner. He then took out a pure black, seemingly jade-like skull, made of an unknown material, and placed it on top of the photograph.
Following that, he produced a bronze awl, intricately carved with mysterious runes, and forcefully hammered it down onto the man's head in the photograph. With a thud, it was firmly embedded into the desk in front of the memorial tablet!
At this moment, Guan Hongyu's eyes emanated an evil and eerie glow. He then rapidly formed hand seals and chanted a string of obscure and incomprehensible incantations...
The next instant, a bizarre scene unfolded. The eyes of the black jade-like skull, which was placed on the photograph, suddenly began to bleed. The blood flowed and spread across the entire photograph, eventually engulfing it...
With a bang, the photograph instantly burst into flames, burning it to ashes.
At this moment, the entire room was filled with a chilling and terrifying aura...
Meanwhile, in the Traditional Chinese Medicine consultation room, Wan Yunting extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared at the doorway of the consultation room. Wan Yunting quickly sat up straight, thinking it was a patient coming for a consultation. However, the person who entered was Jiang Peipei.
Wan Yunting stared blankly at Jiang Peipei, who stood panting at the doorway. She was wearing a beige knee-length dress, her legs perfectly straight, paired with black leather ankle boots. The only blemish was a scar on her knee from an old basketball injury, which was somewhat unsightly.
But this did not detract from Jiang Peipei's natural beauty and her advantage of being 1.84 meters tall, a height that far surpassed that of an ordinary woman.
"Peipei, why are you here?"
Wan Yunting looked at her in surprise. He usually saw Jiang Peipei in basketball attire. Seeing her dressed up like this, wearing a dress, was a rare sight. It made her lose some of her usual boisterous, tomboyish demeanor and brought out a more feminine quality.
"Yunting, have the police been looking for you?"
Jiang Peipei entered, carrying a handbag, and exclaimed, "Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang are missing. Did you know about this?"
Wan Yunting looked at her, astonished. "I know. Is that why you're here?"
Jiang Peipei waved her hand. She was still a bit out of breath from running upstairs. After composing herself, she said, "Of course not. It's just that the police looked for me, and I was terrified. I thought they suspected us of causing Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang's disappearance."
Her words made Wan Yunting chuckle. He poured her a glass of water. "Don't worry. The police were just asking us about what happened that night. We didn't do anything, so you don't need to worry. Just go about your business."
Jiang Peipei, after taking a sip of water to compose herself, nodded and said, "By the way, are you busy right now?"
"Not really. Do you need something?" Wan Yunting sat down again, smiling.
Jiang Peipei put down the glass of water and said, "Uncle Ying asked me to find you for team practice. Our game against the team from Guanshi City is next Tuesday. He wants you to train and integrate with the players."
Wan Yunting blinked. "Now?"
"Yes. It's already three o'clock in the afternoon," Jiang Peipei said.
"Alright."
Wan Yunting sighed resignedly. He had previously agreed to Feng Biao and the others to be a foreign aid player for the Huadu professional basketball team, so he had to go and train with the team.
"Wait here for a moment. I'll go downstairs to see if there are any more patients waiting for me. If not, we'll leave now."
He said to Jiang Peipei and then went downstairs to ask Sister Yan. Seeing that there were no critical patients, Wan Yunting felt at ease. He went to inform Director Li Chengde, and then returned to the consultation room. Jiang Peipei immediately stood up and asked, "How is it?"
"Yes, let's go now."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, took off his white coat, tidied up, and then grabbed his car keys and phone. He left the consultation room with Jiang Peipei and happened to run into Dai Qiuyue coming out. Seeing them, she paused in surprise.
Wan Yunting smiled at her. "I'm off work. If there are any more patients, I'll have to trouble Doctor Dai to take care of them."
Jiang Peipei, walking beside him, looked at Dai Qiuyue curiously. After Wan Yunting finished speaking, he went downstairs, leaving Dai Qiuyue standing there. Jiang Peipei quickly caught up. "Is she also a doctor here?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting jingled his car keys and led Jiang Peipei directly out of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, driving towards the Huadu City Basketball Stadium.
Since the game against the team from Wan City was next Tuesday, Feng Biao and Zhang Ying were currently leading the team in training at the stadium...
"Don't you have classes today?"
Wan Yunting, driving the car, turned his head and asked Jiang Peipei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with a hint of surprise.
Jiang Peipei turned to look at him and smiled. "I don't have classes this afternoon, so I'm here to accompany you to practice."
Wan Yunting chuckled. "But are you sure you're dressed like this because you're not coming back from a date with your boyfriend?"
"What are you talking about?"
Jiang Peipei rolled her eyes at him and pouted with a hum. "I wish I had a boyfriend."
Wan Yunting glanced at her. "You really should find a boyfriend. Otherwise, hanging out with those boys who play basketball all day makes you more and more like a man."
"Hey, are you looking for a fight?"
Jiang Peipei raised her hand and hit Wan Yunting's arm hard, glaring at him indignantly. "Do you think I don't want to? But you should also understand how difficult it is for a girl of my height to find a boyfriend, you know."
"Yes, yes, yes, stop messing around. I'm driving."
Wan Yunting rubbed his sore right arm, which she had hit with considerable force, and said teasingly, "Then just find a boy who also plays basketball."
"Tsk."
Jiang Peipei pouted her small lips, huffing indignantly. "Are you suggesting I pursue my students?"
"Hahaha, teacher-student relationships aren't unheard of. If it's suitable, go for it," Wan Yunting said with a loud laugh.
"Pah, I'm not going to pursue those brats."
Jiang Peipei shot Wan Yunting a fierce glance, her voice filled with anger.
However, in her heart, she added: It's all because of you, you blockhead...