"And you'll break one of his legs too, right?" Su Wanwan interjected, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. "Oh, speaking of Nangong Ao... I just found out the Nangong family owns a sanatorium."

Han Feng and Dongfang Wantang leaned over at the same time. The screen displayed a floor plan of a white building, with a dozen red dots marking the positions of the guards.

"It seems our young master Nangong is staying here." Han Feng narrowed his eyes. "Wanwan, can you find out his specific room number?"

Su Wanwan's fingers flew across the keyboard: "A piece of cake... Done! Top floor VIP area, suite 06, wow, one day's fee is equivalent to half a year's salary for me."

Dongfang Wantang pondered, "This level of security is a bit too high. Could they have already gotten wind of it?"

"No." Han Feng shook his head. "After all, Nangong Ao is a disciple of the Nangong family. It's normal for someone like him to have this kind of security when he's hospitalized." He glanced at the darkening sky outside the window. "I'll go 'visit' this old friend tonight."

Liu Mengran suddenly stood up: "I'll go too."

All three of them turned to look at her. Liu Mengran crossed her arms: "What, you're not letting me go?"

Han Feng opened his mouth to object, but Liu Mengran's gaze silenced him.

"Alright," he finally conceded, "but you have to follow my instructions the whole time."

"What about me? What about me?" Su Wanwan raised her hand.

"You provide remote support." Han Feng tapped her laptop. "Be prepared to disable the nursing home's security system at any time."

Dongfang Wantang elegantly wiped her fingers: "Do you need me to prepare some 'gifts'? The Dongfang family has some little trinkets... to help the guards get a good night's sleep."

Han Feng grinned: "That would be perfect."

With the plan finalized, the four split up to prepare. Liu Mengran followed Han Feng upstairs to select equipment, Su Wanwan continued to gather intelligence on the sanatorium, while Dongfang Wantang went out to retrieve "special items."

In the bedroom, Han Feng took out two specially made pistols from a hidden compartment, but Liu Mengran stopped him, saying, "We don't need these this time, do we?"

"Just in case." Han Feng handed her one of the weapons. "Although we're unlikely to need it, Nangong Ao has guards around him."

Liu Mengran took the gun and awkwardly checked the safety. Han Feng wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing his hands over hers: "Hold it like this...yes, relax your index finger..."

"Did you teach Wanwan how to use a gun?" Liu Mengran suddenly asked.

Han Feng was taken aback: "No, she knew how to do it."

"That's good." Liu Mengran turned her head, her nose almost touching his chin. "There are some things... I hope they belong only to the two of us."

Han Feng's heart warmed, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Liu Mengran relaxed and leaned against him until Su Wanwan's exaggerated cough came from downstairs: "Ahem! You two, shouldn't we be leaving?"

As they parted, Han Feng whispered, "After tonight, Nangong Ao will never dare to make a move on you again."

Liu Mengran smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar: "What I've never been worried about is the Nangong family..."

Evening arrived quickly, and the outline of the Nangong family's private sanatorium appeared particularly stark under the landscape lighting. Han Feng parked the car two blocks away, and the three approached their target on foot.

"Signal is clear." Su Wanwan's voice came through the earpiece. "The surveillance system has taken over; you have a 28-minute downtime. There's a blind spot in the east corridor on the sixth floor; patrols pass by it every 15 minutes."

Han Feng tapped the microphone twice to confirm. He turned to look at his two female companions—Dongfang Wantang had transformed into a silver-haired old woman, leaning on an ornate cane; Liu Mengran, on the other hand, wore a brown wavy wig and black-rimmed glasses, looking just like a medical school intern.

"Remember, if the situation changes, evacuate immediately according to plan." Han Feng gave the equipment one last check, then disguised himself as a repairman pushing medical equipment. "Wan Tang, keep watch. Meng Ran, come in with me."

A glint of blue light flashed at the tip of Dongfang Wantang's cane: "My astrologer senses abnormal energy fluctuations on the sixth floor. Be careful."

The main entrance of the sanatorium was brightly lit, and several uniformed security guards were checking vehicles entering and exiting. Han Feng pushed his tool cart and entered through the side door by swiping his card—Su Wanwan's copied employee ID card passed the verification perfectly.

The interior was even more luxurious than she had imagined. The marble floors gleamed, priceless oil paintings adorned the walls, and even the elevator was upholstered in genuine leather. Liu Mengran nervously moved closer to Han Feng.

"Relax," Han Feng whispered reassuringly, adjusting the work vehicle as he did so. "Just think of it as a visit."

As the elevator reached the sixth floor and the doors opened, Dongfang Wantang suddenly grabbed Han Feng's arm: "Wait." She closed her eyes and sensed for a few seconds. "There are two people at the end of the corridor, their energy fields are very strong...they're not ordinary bodyguards."

Han Feng's eyes sharpened. "Change the plan." He lowered his voice. "Wan Tang, go and distract them. We shouldn't need the guns tonight."

Dongfang Wantang nodded almost imperceptibly, then suddenly reverted to her natural voice: "Oh dear, my old bones..." She deliberately muttered loudly as she stepped out of the elevator, her cane thumping on the floor, "How do I get to the nurses' station? My grandson said it's on the sixth floor..."

Han Feng and Liu Mengran took the opportunity to turn into another corridor. The door to the VIP area required fingerprint verification, but this was no problem for Su Wanwan—three seconds later, the electronic lock made a slight "click" sound.

"Done." Su Wanwan's voice was tinged with smugness. "Nangong Ao is in room 608. There's no one at the door, and only Nangong Ao is inside."

Han Feng parked the utility vehicle in the corner, and Liu Mengran took a deep breath and followed behind him.

"You stay behind me," Han Feng said softly. "Don't make a sound no matter what you see."

The door to room 608 was ajar, and the sound of a television could be heard from inside. Han Feng gently pushed the door open a crack with his toe—in the spacious suite's living room, Nangong Ao was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the door, watching television.

Now! Han Feng rushed in like lightning, making a slight noise, but Nangong Ao still reacted.

"Who—" Nangong Ao turned around, but froze when he saw who it was. "You...who are you?"

Liu Mengran then entered and locked the door behind her. The once arrogant young master Nangong was now deathly pale, his right hand in a heavy cast, his eyes filled with terror.

"Long time no see, Young Master Nangong." Han Feng pulled up a chair and sat down, casually pointing his gun at the other man's knee. "Looks like you haven't been doing well lately?"

Nangong Ao's Adam's apple bobbed: "You... what do you want? I'm warning you, I'm the young master of the Nangong family!"

"Shh..." Han Feng made a shushing gesture. "We just came to see you and brought you a fruit basket."