Xiaoming and Ye Xiao did not fight back; they ran directly to Luotianshui's side.
The two men holding cleavers immediately gave chase, hacking wildly as they ran.
The Zhang brothers intercepted the cleaver-wielding men, engaging them in a brawl with their fists.
Xiaoming shook his head and said, "Fighting and killing is so uncivilized. We are all civilized people. Let's go inside and see if there are any treasures."
"Xiaoming, are you a civilized person or a bandit?" Zhang Minlan asked with a smile.
Xiaoming reached into his chest and pulled out a Xuan Tie cleaver, saying, "Both. In this day and age, civilized people and bandits are all part of the same system, with no distinction between them."
Upon entering, a long corridor stretched before them. After they had walked a short distance, the sound of footsteps echoed, and four middle-aged men in white lab coats approached them.
"Who are you people? This is the hospital's VIP ward. No visitors are allowed without the director's approval," one of the middle-aged men said, glancing at Xiaoming and his companions.
"I am the director's grandfather. I can go anywhere in the hospital without approval," Xiaoming replied as he continued to walk forward.
Sensing ill intent, the middle-aged man waved his hand and ordered, "Kill these impolite Chinese people."
The four middle-aged men lunged at Xiaoming and his group. Xiaoming charged forward with his cleaver, felling one of them with a few swift strikes.
The remaining three middle-aged men were handled by Luotianshui and the others. Xiaoming, carrying his blood-dripping cleaver, walked forward about ten meters and kicked open a room door.
Inside the room, a middle-aged man with a kind face lay in a hospital bed. A young girl sat by his bedside, peeling an apple for him.
"Who are you?" Hearing the door being kicked open, the girl turned and saw Xiaoming enter, holding a bloody cleaver. Her voice trembled slightly.
Xiaoming hadn't expected it to actually be a hospital room. He looked around curiously and asked, "Is this really a hospital room? What are you sick with?"
The girl looked at the middle-aged man and replied, "My father just had a heart transplant surgery and is recovering."
Fearing he might scare the middle-aged man, Xiaoming quickly said, "I'm sorry, I seem to have come to the wrong room."
Leaving the room, Xiaoming wiped his cleaver clean and put it away before cautiously pushing open another door.
This was also a hospital room. Xiaoming inquired and learned that the elderly man lying in this room had undergone a kidney transplant the previous day.
He went through several more rooms, and all the patients in them had undergone organ transplants. Four of them had transplants the day before, and the others had had theirs done in the preceding days.
Xiaoming found it strange. Organ transplantation was legal in China, so why was this hospital hiding these patients in the basement?
As Xiaoming pondered, he approached another room. Just as he reached out to open the door, it swung open from the inside.
A middle-aged man in a white lab coat emerged from the room. He looked at Xiaoming with curiosity and asked, "Who are you? How did you get here?"
Xiaoming scratched his head, feigning confusion. "My father is hospitalized, and I was accompanying him. I took a wrong turn and can't find my way back to his room."
The middle-aged man smiled kindly and said in broken Chinese, "Is that so? Why don't you come into my room and rest for a while? I'll ask someone how to get out."
Xiaoming thought to himself, "You think I'm an idiot, asking someone for directions?"
"Heh, thank you, Uncle," Xiaoming said, following the middle-aged man into the room.
The room was spacious, divided into an inner and outer area. The inner part was an operating room, while the outer area was filled with medical equipment, with a row of filing cabinets against the wall.
"Kid, sit down for a bit. I'll go ask for you."
Xiaoming turned to walk towards a sofa. Just as he took a few steps, the middle-aged man suddenly made a move, placing a piece of gauze over Xiaoming's nose.
Xiaoming quickly held his breath and then slowly collapsed to the floor.
The middle-aged man nudged Xiaoming. Seeing that he didn't move, he chuckled to himself, "A young body like this is perfect for organ transplant experiments."
The middle-aged man picked up Xiaoming and placed him on the sofa. He pressed on his face and reached to unbutton his shirt.
Xiaoming's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he punched the middle-aged man in the face. As the man stumbled backward, Xiaoming pulled out his Xuan Tie cleaver and sat up.
"You, you weren't anesthetized?" the middle-aged man asked from the floor, staring at Xiaoming in shock.
Xiaoming stood up and said, "How could your lousy anesthetic possibly affect me? Tell me, what were you trying to do?"
The middle-aged man got up and retreated a couple of steps, saying, "I wasn't trying to do anything. We are both civilized people. Put down your cleaver, and let's talk things through properly."
Xiaoming swung his cleaver and said, "You reminded me. That's right, we are both civilized people. You like organ transplants, don't you? How much is your left hand worth?"
"My left hand? What do you mean?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at Xiaoming in panic.
"Nothing much. I want to sell your left hand to you."
"My left hand belongs to me. Why would I buy it from you?"
"You don't want to buy it? Fine, then I'll just chop it off."
Xiaoming used his 'Chimei Xiaoyao Bu' (Elusive and Carefree Steps) and charged at the middle-aged man. The man couldn't even see how Xiaoming moved before his left hand fell to the ground.
As the middle-aged man's screams echoed, the door was flung open with a bang, and Luotianshui rushed in.
Xiaoming picked up the hand from the floor and placed it on the coffee table, asking, "How much is your right hand worth?"
The middle-aged man, sweating profusely from the pain, looked at Xiaoming in terror, never expecting this civilized person to be so brutal.
"Xiaoming, who is this guy?" Luotianshui asked.
Xiaoming shook his head and replied, "I don't know. He wanted to harm me and harvest my organs."
Once Luotianshui understood the situation, he said, "Keep selling him. I'll wait for you a few minutes. Be quick about it."
Xiaoming grunted, "My brother told me to hurry, didn't you hear him? Hurry up and tell me how much your right hand is worth."
"My, I am a doctor. My right hand is very valuable. I'll give you ten million. Please, don't touch my right hand."
"Alright, I agree. Get the money quickly."
"Who carries ten million yuan around? Come with me to get my bank card, and I'll transfer it to you."
Xiaoming sighed and said, "Forget it. I don't want your right hand anymore. I'll just chop it off."
Seeing Xiaoming about to make a move, the middle-aged man quickly shouted, "No, young man, don't do it! I have many valuable things in my room. I'll give them all to you."
Xiaoming pretended to think for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll trust you one more time."
Xiaoming followed the middle-aged man. Luotianshui looked around the room and went to the filing cabinet, opening it to take a look.
The filing cabinet contained a large amount of data on organ transplantation, including computer hard drives, paper documents, and numerous photographs.
Luotianshui realized that this information could serve as evidence of the hospital's illegal activities, so he found a bag and casually packed some of it.
Luotianshui left the room and encountered Zhang Minlan and the two Zhang brothers walking towards him. Behind them were four pale-faced young people.
"Minlan, who are these people?" Luotianshui asked, pointing at the young people behind Zhang Minlan.
"They were all locked up in the rooms at the back. They were likely used for organ transplantation."
Zhang Mingguang said, "We've been here long enough. It's time to leave."
"Where did Xiaoming go?" Zhang Minlan asked.
Just as Luotianshui and the others were about to look for Xiaoming, they saw him walking out from the end of the corridor, carrying a bag and smiling broadly.