After one month and nine days, Feng Tao was fully recovered and ready to be discharged from the hospital.

Wang Kaiji patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Your physical condition is really good. Your subordinates didn't recover as quickly as you. They would have to stay in the hospital for at least ten days or half a month, while you have already fully recovered."

Feng Tao chuckled. He hadn't expected that he wouldn't have any lasting effects; all his symptoms had disappeared.

"This is all thanks to you and Dr. Fang. Otherwise, I might have lost my life."

Wang Kaiji was happy for him and personally handled his discharge procedures. After being discharged, he was not allowed to have formal contact with people and needed to undergo a week of separate isolation and observation in another place. He would only be released after everything was completely fine.

During his isolation period, Feng Tao cooperated very well. He looked forward to the end of his isolation and wanted to go see Song Zhen.

On the seventh day, he was released, and someone informed him: "Director Ji is looking for you!"

Ji Feiyu is the administrative director of the sanatorium, and Feng Tao naturally knows him. The resettlement of discharged patients is all arranged by Ji Feiyu and his team.

However, very few people actually get to see Ji Feiyu; most of the time, it's his subordinates who handle the matters.

The manager here naturally understood this principle and congratulated him with a smile, saying, "You lad, I guess you've got a good job for you."

Then the manager left, and someone would take Feng Tao to Ji Feiyu's office.

Ji Feiyu met with Feng Tao in his office, beaming with smiles: "Congratulations on your complete recovery. Your arrangements have been made."

Feng Tao was very perceptive; since Ji Feiyu had personally informed him, it must be a good thing.

"Director Ji, where am I to work?"

"Haha," Ji Feiyu laughed heartily, patting Feng Tao on the shoulder in a very familiar manner: "Zhao Rong personally sent someone to ask you to go to him."

Everyone knows that Zhao Rong is someone the leader trusts very much. He is currently studying in the elite military system and will definitely be entrusted with important responsibilities in the future.

Zhao Rong personally sent someone to ask for Feng Tao, so Feng Tao will surely not be bad off in the future. If we don't befriend him now, when will we?

Feng Tao wasn't particularly happy. He was eager to find Song Zhen. Although he knew Zhao Rong and had heard that he was a close confidant of the leader, this arrangement went against his expectations.

Ji Feiyu was a very perceptive person. He noticed that Feng Tao wasn't very excited. If it were anyone else, they would have been overjoyed to hear that Zhao Rong wanted someone.

What's the story with Feng Tao?

Ji Feiyu didn't point it out, but said, "Although Zhao Rong doesn't have a specific position now and is still studying in the elite troops, he used to be the chief instructor of these people and one of the leaders' most trusted people."

Having said that, Ji Feiyu didn't say anything more, hoping that Feng Tao could understand.

Feng Tao had no other choice; Zhao Rong's men were already waiting for him.

He had no choice but to go to the elite troops.

Shen Xi had not yet inspected the troops, and Zhao Rong had not been beaten yet. He was fighting Qi Xiuwu with great spirit. When Feng Tao arrived, he saw Zhao Rong being knocked down by Qi Xiuwu time and time again, and getting up again and again.

Feng Tao: ......

Is this the person the leader trusts the most?

His kung fu is far inferior to the person next to him!

After knocking Zhao Rong down again, Qi Xiuwu saw that Zhao Rong was having trouble getting up and laughed loudly: "Disciple, get up again, I haven't knocked you down enough yet!"

Zhao Rong lay prone: ......

Feng Tao stood there: ......

Both of them were speechless. Zhao Rong was speechless because he was beaten so badly he couldn't get up, and Feng Tao was speechless because of his master, Zhao Rong.

Only then did Qi Xiuwu notice Feng Tao's presence, pointing at him and asking, "Who are you?"

Qi Xiuwu had never met Feng Tao before. Feng Tao came down directly from the county town wall and led his men directly to the sanatorium, so Qi Xiuwu did not know him.

After recovering, Zhao Rong struggled to his feet and said, panting, "Xiuwu, this person is Feng Tao."

Qi Xiuwu became interested. He knew Feng Tao: "You're Feng Tao who fought against Wang Datong. The commander said you're very righteous!"

Feng Tao didn't know Qi Xiuwu, but Zhao Rong called him master, and since this person's kung fu was so superb, he knew he was no ordinary person.

"You flatter me, sir."

Qi Xiuwu asked, "How good is your kung fu?"

Feng Tao didn't immediately realize why Qi Xiuwu had changed the subject so quickly, but he still answered, "So-so."

"Come on, let's have a competition."

Qi Xiuwu could tell at a glance that Feng Tao was quite skilled. Feng Tao had a very stable lower body, and the muscle definition on his body was not something he had developed overnight. Having just survived the plague, his excellent physical condition proved that he was no ordinary person.

Feng Tao wasn't shy at all. He had witnessed Qi Xiuwu's martial arts skills and was also eager to compete.

"Alright, then I'll have to offend you!"

Feng Tao placed the package on the ground and immediately got into position.

An expert can tell a lot just by looking at his work. As soon as Feng Tao struck a pose, Qi Xiuwu exclaimed "Good!"

Without exchanging many words, the two immediately began to fight with their fists and feet.

They actually fought to a standstill.

Qi Xiuwu was surprised. Although he could tell that Feng Tao was skilled in martial arts, he did not expect that he could fight him to a draw.

He was trained with great effort according to the standards of a noble family's son. How did Feng Tao, who mingled among the refugees, learn such skills?

Could he also be from a prominent family?

After fighting for half a day, the two stopped their moves at the same time, clasped their hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "You've yielded!"

Zhao Rong was dumbfounded. The person the commander had personally assigned him to lead was more skilled in martial arts than him, and he was not easy to manage!

Zhao Rong asked directly, "Who did you learn your martial arts from?"

Feng Tao didn't hide anything: "My master is a martial arts master, Ren Xiaoyao, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Zhao Rong was a hunter by trade and knew nothing about martial arts sects, but seeing how powerful Feng Tao was, he figured Ren Xiaoyao must be just as powerful!

Qi Xiuwu knew nothing about martial arts sects or people, so he naturally didn't know about the Xiaoyao Sect. However, he didn't show it. His upbringing as a member of a prominent family kept him with the same expression.

"No wonder the sect leader's disciple is so skilled in martial arts!"

Feng Tao humbly replied, "Your martial arts skills are also very good!"

"Of course it's good," Qi Xiuwu said, raising his head with great pride. "How could someone carefully nurtured by a prestigious family be anything but good?"

Feng Tao: ......

This is the first time I've ever seen someone so arrogant.

Remembering his superior's instructions, Zhao Rong shamelessly said, "The superior said you're coming with me, and I'll personally guide you!"

Feng Tao did not object. He had already figured it out along the way. Since there were already arrangements, Song Zhen should agree, so he should just obey. He would see Song Zhen sooner or later.

When Shenxi came to inspect the troops, Feng Tao was a newcomer and had not been assigned to the elite troops, so he did not participate in the competition or appear in the troops.

But he witnessed Shenxi's ruthless methods. The leader's decisiveness, methods, and ruthlessness towards his close associates were deeply etched in his heart!