Chapter 33 Xu Nuoyan's departure and Liao Feng's outburst

The night is dark, and the cold rain washes over the city, as if to wash away all traces of the past.

Xu Nuoyan was wearing inconspicuous casual clothes, with the brim of his hat pulled down low. He stood alone on the street corner opposite the hospital building, letting the rain wet his shoulders.

He raised his head, his eyes penetrating the rain and glass windows, and accurately found the familiar office.

Ran Yian was sitting under the lamp, looking at the medical records intently. His profile looked cold and distant under the light.

At that moment, countless memories flooded my mind, including the struggles, laughter, quarrels, and the unrequited love here.

This place carried the weight of his life for twenty-nine years and almost defined him as a person.

But at this moment, looking at the person who once drove him crazy and made him humble to the dust, Xu Nuoyan's mood was unusually calm.

There is no hatred, nor that heart-wrenching love, only a faint, distant melancholy remains.

He gave her one last, deep look, as if bidding a silent farewell.

Farewell to Ran Yian, goodbye to this hospital, goodbye to the body named "Xu Nuoyan" who lives for others.

Then, he resolutely turned around and walked into the vast rainy night, never looking back.

The rain blurred his vision, but it also seemed to wash away his last hesitation.

Being fired from the hospital and losing my identity as a "doctor" was a huge blow at first, but now thinking about it, it seems like a relief.

He never liked dealing with complicated doctor-patient relationships, and he didn't like the disinfectant and despair that permeated the hospital.

His dream has never been to stand in front of the operating table.

He likes quietness, likes to immerse himself in the microscopic world, and likes to explore unknown mysteries with sophisticated instruments and data.

That was the true bloodline and legacy his parents left him, and it was also his truest desire deep in his heart.

He may never reach the heights of his parents and become a great scientist that attracts worldwide attention, but so what?

He thought of the small island far away in the southern waters. It was bought by his parents when he was very young with their first major scientific research bonus, saying it was a gift for his future "laboratory" and "safe haven."

He had almost forgotten it existed.

It was not an isolated deserted island, but a small community with dozens of households, mainly engaged in fishing and simple handicrafts.

The pace of life is slow and warm, without the hustle and bustle and fast pace of the city, only the sound of waves, salty air and neighbors.

Go there. Leave this place that scarred him. Forget about the "genius doctor" Xu Nuoyan and become an ordinary islander who enjoys spending time in his private laboratory.

To complete some small research projects that your parents have not completed, or simply to repair the engine of a fishing boat, or to teach the children on the island to recognize the stars, and truly live for yourself.

Once this idea became clear, it became extremely firm, bringing an unprecedented sense of relaxation and anticipation.

His departure was no longer an escape, but a rush, a rush to a life that had been long overdue and that truly belonged to him.

On the other side, in the university dormitory, Ruan Xingfeng put down his phone and was so upset that he couldn't calm down for a long time. Fu Hangxing was so anxious when he saw that he was offline that he climbed from his bed to his.

"What are you doing?" He pushed Ruan Xingfeng and tried to wake him up and continue playing games with him. Ruan Xingfeng shook his head and told him to go back to his bed. Ruan Xingfeng wanted to be quiet now. The amount of information Xu Nuoyan gave him was a bit too much, and he had not reacted yet.

The next day at noon, in a private room of the bar, Liao Fengxian woke up with a splitting headache. He looked up and saw that Song Xuexi was still sleeping, but Xu Nuoyan was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition and picked up his phone to call Xu Nuoyan, but the call went through.

A red exclamation mark appeared when the message was sent from the address book. Liao Feng looked at the glaring red exclamation mark on the phone screen and his heart sank suddenly. The ominous premonition instantly turned into cold reality.

"Xu Nuoyan!" He growled and stood up suddenly from the sofa. He felt dizzy due to the violent movement. The hangover and the residual effects of the drugs gave him a splitting headache, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

He roughly woke up Song Xuexi who was still sleeping: "Xuexi! Wake up! Something happened!"

Song Xuexi groggily opened her eyes and rubbed her temples. It was clear she hadn't fully recovered from the effects of the drug. "...What's wrong? What are you arguing about..." When she saw Liao Feng's sullen face and the empty box, she instantly regained consciousness. "Where's Ah Yan?"

"He ran away!" Liao Feng's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth. He showed Song Xuexi his phone screen. "The call can't be connected, the message can't be sent, he blocked us!"

"What?!" Song Xuexi woke up completely in shock. She grabbed her cell phone and tried it, and it was true.

Her face turned pale. "Why...why did he do this? He was fine yesterday..."

"What's good about that!" Liao Feng grabbed a handful of hair in frustration and paced back and forth in the box like a trapped and angry lion. "I knew he wouldn't get away so easily! Was all those reactions yesterday fake? Just to let us down our guard and give him a chance to slip away? What on earth does he want to do!"

Anger and worry burned in his heart like two fires. He was angry that Xu Nuoyan left in this way, and he was even more worried that he would do something extreme in his current mental state.

"No, we have to find him quickly!" Liao Feng stopped suddenly, picked up his coat and prepared to rush out.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the box.

Liao Feng and Song Xuexi were both stunned. They looked at each other, and a glimmer of hope rose in their eyes. Could it be that Xu Nuoyan had returned?

Liao Feng rushed over and opened the door violently.

However, the person standing outside the door was not Xu Nuoyan, but Ruan Xingfeng. "Sir, are you okay?" He was not used to any other name, so he always called him Mr. Liao Feng.

"Why are you here?" Seeing that Liao Feng's anger had subsided, his tone softened unconsciously. Ruan Xingfeng took out a medicine box from his pocket and said to him, "Doctor Xu called me last night and said a lot of strange things, asking me to come here to pick you up."

He didn't say what it was, but Liao Feng could probably guess that Xu Nuoyan was ready to leave. He gave them both sleeping pills last night, and then called Ruan Xingfeng to explain some things?

"What did he tell you in detail?" He swallowed a pill and pulled Ruan Xingfeng into the private room. At this moment, Song Xuexi was sitting on the sofa, rubbing her hair in annoyance.

Ruan Xingfeng sat down and told Liao Feng and Song Xuexi everything Xu Nuoyan had said last night, except for his advice to him. Liao Feng and Song Xuexi looked at each other, and they became more certain that Xu Nuoyan was giving up and giving up on them, their two brothers.

Suddenly Liao Feng stood up and left the private room. Ruan Xingfeng didn't know where he was going, but Song Xuexi noticed it. Damn, Liao Feng was going to find Ran Yian!

Song Xuexi cursed in her heart, then ran out of the bar with Ruan Xingfeng, hailed a taxi and followed Liao Feng's car, but the name of Lion No. 03 was not for nothing, and soon there was no trace of it.

Song Xuexi: "Oh my god!" He looked at the disappearing car and pounded on the door. Ruan Xingfeng sat aside at a loss. Song Xuexi took out his mobile phone and called Ran Yian, asking him where he was and asking him to be careful because Liao Feng had gone to find him.

In the taxi, Song Xuexi punched the seat again in anger: "This lunatic! I knew he would do this!" She knew Liao Feng. Since he couldn't find Xu Nuoyan, his anger and panic had to have a target, and Ran Yian was undoubtedly the most direct target at the moment.

Ruan Xingfeng sat beside him, his face pale, his hands twisted nervously together: "Mr. Song...his student...will he do anything to Doctor Ran?"

"Who knows what that lunatic will do!" Song Xuexi said irritably, but she forced herself to calm down and quickly said to the driver, "Master, let's not go there just now. Let's go to the Affiliated Hospital of the Municipal Medical College! Hurry up!"

She concluded that Liao Feng must have gone to Ran Yian's office to look for someone.

And it was indeed the case on the other side. In the office, Ran Yian was sitting on a chair looking at medical records. Liao Feng kicked the door open, and the door was about to fall down under the gravity.

Ran Yian was frightened by the voice. He looked up and saw Liao Feng looking at him angrily at the door. There was a blazing fire in the golden lion eyes on his right, and he wished he could rush over and tear him to pieces.

"Liao Feng, are you sick?" He was not surprised by Liao Feng's appearance, but the speed was a bit too fast. It was less than three minutes since he hung up the phone with Song Xuexi. How did Liao Feng manage to get to the hospital within 8 minutes?

"Why did you break up with him? He risked his life for you, and you forced him into a mental hospital. Now he has disappeared again. Ran Yian, are you a human being?" He resisted the urge to rush over and beat him up. He stood at the door with his fists clenched and his body trembling slightly.

When Ran Yian heard the word "disappeared", his pupils suddenly shrank and a trace of genuine surprise and panic flashed across his face, but it was quickly covered by a sharp emotion mixed with guilt and self-preservation.

He took a deep breath, as if he was also provoked by Liao Feng's accusation. His tone became cold and even mocking: "What did I do? I just broke up with him. We are not suitable! Tell him not to contact me again!"

He stood up and faced Liao Feng's murderous gaze without backing down. Each word he said was more hurtful than the last. It was more like he was defending himself, or trying to convince himself:

"Did I make Xu Nuoyan like me?! Was it me who begged him to do those things for me?! Liao Feng, get this straight! I told him to leave me a long time ago! I told him to leave countless times! It was he who refused to leave! It was he who insisted on hitting his head against the wall!"

"You two are all blaming me! I just broke up with him! Why should I love him just because he loves me?! He did all those things of his own free will! I didn't force him to do that by holding a knife to his neck! What right do you have to stand here and accuse me now?!"

These words were like the sharpest ice spike, piercing Liao Feng fiercely and completely igniting his last bit of sanity.

"You fucking bastard!!!" Liao Feng roared, veins popping out of his forehead. All his composure and respect vanished, leaving only a rage that wanted to tear the man in front of him to pieces. He swung his fist and smashed it into Ran Yian's face!

This punch came with a whistling sound and contained enough power to break bones.

Song Xuexi was horrified watching from the side. She knew that if she tried to stop him, it would only make Liao Feng, who was also angry, even more out of control, and the two of them might really start a fight.

At this critical moment——

"Sir! No!"

A crying, anxious and frightened voice sounded.

A figure suddenly rushed over from the side, hugged Liao Feng's fist arm tightly, and even hung on it with the weight of his entire body, trying to prevent the terrible fist from falling.

It’s Ruan Xingfeng!

He followed Song Xuexi and arrived breathlessly, just in time to see the most horrifying scene. He rushed up without thinking.

Liao Feng felt resistance in his rage and subconsciously tried to shake it off, but the next second, he smelled that familiar scent and heard that tearful voice that only knew how to call out to him...

The action of swinging the fist froze in mid-air.

He lowered his head and saw Ruan Xingfeng, his face pale with fear, his eyes red, and the tip of his small nose also red. He was holding his arm with all his strength, looking up at him, his eyes full of fear and pleading.

"Sir... please... don't fight... don't hit anyone..." Ruan Xingfeng's voice was shaking violently, and he couldn't hold back his tears. "I'm scared..."

As if a switch had been flipped, the terrifying, violent aura of Liao Feng faded at a visible speed. The anger in those golden pupils remained, but it was overshadowed by a deeper concern and instinctive care for the person in his arms.

He can go crazy in front of the whole world, but he can't lose control in front of Ruan Xingfeng.

He slowly, extremely slowly lowered his clenched fist.

The tense atmosphere in the entire office was strangely eased because of Ruan Xingfeng's desperate obstruction and tears.

Ran Yian looked at the scene in front of him, at the young man who suddenly appeared and stopped the angry lion in the most clumsy yet effective way. A complex emotion flashed across his face, one of astonishment and a hint of indescribable... envy?

Song Xuexi finally breathed a sigh of relief, her palms full of cold sweat. She knew that her bet was right. If she had rushed forward, Liao Feng might not have been able to hold back his fists and the two would have started fighting, but if that person was Ruan Xingfeng, Liao Feng would have stopped.

"Brother, fighting is useless. The problem now is to find A Yan. You know A Yan likes him the most. A Yan will feel bad if you beat him." Seeing that Liao Feng's emotions had calmed down, she walked between the two of them and blocked Ran Yian behind her, fearing that Liao Feng would go crazy and hit people again.

Song Xuexi's words were like a bucket of cold water, poured on Liao Feng's heart, which was burning with anger. Although it stung, it also made him sober up instantly.

Yeah, what's the point of fighting? Even if Ran Yian was beaten to death here, Xu Nuoyan wouldn't come back on his own. If... if something really happened to Xu Nuoyan, he would never forgive himself for his impulsiveness in this moment.

Liao Feng took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the violence surging in his chest, but the look he gave Ran Yian was still icy cold and full of unforgivable hostility.

He hugged Ruan Xingfeng, who was still sobbing softly, tightly in his arms, as if to gain some comfort, or as if to confirm his existence.

Ran Yian stood behind Song Xuexi, his face pale and his lips tightly pursed. Song Xuexi's words stung him as well. "Ayan likes him the most," "Ayan would feel bad if you hit An Ge"... These words pierced his heart like needles.

It reminded him of how deep the feelings the person he pushed away once had for him were, and how deep his determination might have pushed the other person into an abyss.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding Liao Feng's gaze, his heart filled with confusion and coldness.

Seeing that Liao Feng showed no signs of attacking again, Song Xuexi turned slightly to the side, but still maintained a protective posture, and said to Ran Yian in a hurried and clear tone:

"Brother An, now is not the time to argue about who is right or wrong. Yanyan is missing, and the situation is very bad. He gave us sleeping pills last night, then called Xiaofeng and said something... that sounded like a farewell. We suspect he might do something stupid."

She stared into Ran Yian's eyes: "Think carefully, has he ever told you where he particularly wants to go? Or...where does he go when he's feeling particularly down? Any clue could be lifesaving!"

Ran Yian jerked his head up, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "Farewell? Foolish?" He repeated the words, his heart tightening as if by an invisible hand. He struggled to search through his chaotic thoughts, "He...he never told me where he wanted to go...He almost...spends all his time around me..."

At the end of his speech, there was a hint of bitterness and self-blame in his voice that was hard to conceal.

He found that his understanding of Xu Nuoyan was pitifully poor.