Chapter 120 The End of the Pawn, The Eve of the Storm
A piercing alarm rang out in the ward, shattering the tranquility of the Victoria Clinic.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor as doctors and nurses rushed frantically toward the special care ward.
"The patient is in shock! His heart has stopped!"
"Defibrillator! Quickly!"
"Prepare for intubation!"
In the chaos, no one noticed that in the shadows of the stairwell, two figures were walking down the stairs one after the other, unhurriedly.
Bai Zhu's high heels stomped on the cement floor without making a sound.
Lu Jingyan followed behind her, his tall figure like a silent mountain, shutting out all the noise.
He didn't ask her what she had just done, nor did he ask her why she was so sure Su Yuting would break down.
Some things don't need to be asked.
The two walked out of the clinic. The night breeze carried a slight chill, dispelling the strong smell of disinfectant in the ward.
Behind them lay a hell abandoned by humanity.
Before him lay Shanghai, where dawn was about to break.
......
Half an hour later.
"The patient suffered excessive stimulation, leading to massive intracranial hemorrhage. Although his life was saved, but..."
The doctor in the white coat took off his mask, shook his head at the several men in suits with gloomy expressions, and said in a tone of professional regret and helplessness.
"Irreversible damage to the cerebral cortex means there is no possibility of regaining consciousness. In layman's terms, it's like being in a vegetative state."
The man at the head of the group, the bespectacled doctor who had previously relayed "the master's" instructions to Su Yuting, suddenly turned cold upon hearing this.
A person in a vegetative state?
A living dead person who has no thoughts and cannot speak?
Then wouldn't all those priceless secrets in her mind be buried along with them?
What "sir" wants is a recording device that can reveal information, not an expensive piece of junk that can only breathe!
He waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately understood, stuffing several thick stacks of "big unity" bills into the doctor's hands.
"We are keeping the news under tight surveillance. We will arrange for a transfer to another hospital later."
The doctor weighed the money in his hand and nodded knowingly.
The next day, when Bai Shu and Lu Jingyan returned to Victoria Clinic, the VIP ward was already empty.
The room was spotless, but the smell of disinfectant was so strong it was almost pungent, as if desperately trying to cover up everything that had happened the night before.
Lu Jingyan's informants soon sent word.
"Boss, the person was picked up in the middle of last night."
On the other end of the phone was his trusted confidant, whom he had placed in the military-controlled area of Shanghai. His voice was low and conveyed a sense of helplessness.
"The other party invoked the diplomatic immunity of the Cameron Consulate in Shanghai on the grounds of 'repatriating seriously ill family members to their home country for treatment'."
"When our people arrived after receiving the news, the car had already entered the consulate, and they could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene at all."
"Have you found the final destination?" Lu Jingyan's voice was deep.
"We checked. They went directly to the airport through a special channel from the consulate and boarded a private plane bound for Hong Kong Island. The plane is owned by the Fok family in Hong Kong."
Huo San Niang's Huo family.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingyan's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
The enemy was more cunning and powerful than he had imagined. They were even able to use diplomatic relations to smuggle an important prisoner out right under his nose.
"Don't be angry."
Bai Zhu sat on the sofa, slowly wiping a silver needle with a silk handkerchief, without even raising her head.
"The only use of a mentally broken, worthless pawn to 'Mr.' is to be taken back to the lair and destroyed in the most thorough way, to ensure that nothing that should not be leaked out of her rotting brain."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a chilling, all-knowing quality.
"They're not saving her, they're recycling trash."
Su Yuting's fate was sealed the moment she was afflicted with the "Soul-Eating Anesthetic".
After all, what's more terrifying than death is living a life where you can't even die.
Lu Jingyan looked at her, at her calm and serene peach blossom eyes, and the anger in his heart was soothed by her few words.
He walked over and sat down beside her, naturally taking the silver needles and silk handkerchief from her hand and putting them away for her.
"You're right."
Just then, the red military telephone in the Peace Hotel suite suddenly rang.
Lu Jingyan got up and answered the phone.
"It's me."
On the other end of the phone came Grandpa Lu's strong and energetic voice.
"Kid, well done. You've finally wiped out those bastards in the Northwest."
The old man first praised her, then changed the subject and became serious.
"After deliberation by the Party Committee of the Military Region, you are hereby awarded a Special Merit and promoted one rank, effective immediately!"
"In addition, the Central Committee has decided to establish a special task force to target the enemy intelligence organization codenamed 'Eagle's Nest'."
"I'll personally take charge. You'll be the deputy leader and chief of staff of the action team! You have three days to settle things in Shanghai, and then get the hell back to Beijing!"
"Yes!" Lu Jingyan straightened his back, his voice firm and powerful.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Bai Shu, his dark eyes swirling with emotion.
Bai Shu looked at him, his face expressionless, and simply said, "Congratulations, Commander Lu."
She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the ships coming and going on the Huangpu River outside.
"Looks like it's time for me to get moving."
"Tangdi Group has already established a solid foundation in Shanghai. Du Kangnian and Zheng Kai are more than capable of handling the situation here."
She is going to Beijing to establish the northern headquarters of the Tangdi Group.
Before leaving Shanghai, Bai Shu went to the hospital.
Zheng Xiaorou's hospital room was filled with the scent of sunshine.
With the continuous conditioning of the spiritual spring water, her once sallow and thin cheeks have become rosy and full, radiating a healthy glow.
Although her figure was still somewhat slender, she was no longer the frail woman who would fall over at the slightest breeze; instead, one could vaguely see the delicate curves unique to young girls.
Upon seeing Bai Zhu enter, he immediately flashed a big smile.
"Sister Bai Shu!"
Zheng Kai stood respectfully to the side, his gaze towards his younger sister filled with tenderness.
He reported his work to Bai Shu, a former outlaw who had once lived a life of danger, now dressed in a well-tailored suit and exuding the air of a business elite.
"Boss, I've already integrated all the businesses and connections Lu Wenbo left behind in Shanghai. The dirty stuff has all been cleaned up."
"Now, the entire Tangdi Group is like a sharpened knife, ready to be drawn at any time."
His gaze toward Bai Shu was filled with almost fanatical worship and absolute loyalty.
It was this woman who gave his sister a second life.
This woman gave him a completely new life.
His life, everything he has, belongs to her.
“Well done.” Bai Shu nodded, acknowledging his abilities.
She chatted with Zheng Xiaorou for a few more minutes, and the little girl laughed heartily, making the atmosphere in the ward relaxed and pleasant.
Just then, a heart-wrenching, violent coughing sound, as if the lungs were about to burst out, suddenly came from the room across the corridor.
Immediately following was the family's suppressed, desperate cries.
"Doctor...please, please think of another way...he's only twenty years old..."
Bai Shu's smile paused slightly.
She turned her head instinctively.
With just one glance, her pupils involuntarily contracted.
The door to the room across the hall was open, and a man was lying on the bed.
Or rather, it is a skeleton ravaged by cancer, reduced to skin and bones.
His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were high, his skin was sallow, and he was so thin that he looked unrecognizable, except for his belly which was swollen due to ascites.
He was panting heavily, each breath seeming to be using up all his strength.
Those cloudy eyes were filled with fear of death and an infinite longing for life.
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