Chapter 311 Who is this old man?
The setting sun shone through the gaps between the tall buildings, casting long shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The ambulance was parked at the entrance, its red and blue lights flashing incessantly. With two loud bangs, several policemen jumped out of the vehicle, and with a series of hurried footsteps, the doctor pushed the injured person into the operating room.
The first ambulance had just driven away when the next one arrived.
Through the car window, Tang Ding'an silently counted: one, two, three... eight!
Three of the injuries were to the legs, two to the hands and shoulders, and two to the face. Each one was a direct hit to a vital point, resulting in a fatal blow.
Steady, accurate, ruthless, and just right.
Only the last one had hands and feet as limp as noodles, clearly indicating that all four limbs were useless.
Tang Ding'an glanced at it: "Is this the leader?"
Tang Nanyan and Jing Zeyang nodded in unison.
They weren't leaders, so there was no need for Lin Sicheng to give them special treatment.
Tang Ding'an nodded: "Hmm, not bad!"
In the back seat, Jing Zeyang's eyes darted around.
He thought that Uncle Tang might be unhappy and blame Lin Sicheng for being too ruthless.
I never expected it to be like this?
Tang Nanyan pursed her lips, clearly knowing what he was thinking.
Jing Laosan, you need to get this straight, my uncle is a soldier.
You can be weak, and you can be patient, but you can't be cowardly, and you certainly can't do anything stupid.
They're about to kill you, and you're still talking about mercy? Did a donkey kick your brain?
Just as he was thinking about it, Tang Ding'an leaned back and said, "Tell me!"
The two exchanged a glance, then spoke one after the other. They recounted the entire incident, from the moment they hit the woman until Tang Ding'an and Tang Nanjin arrived at the scene.
Tang Ding'an listened quietly, expressionless.
This kid is good; he has keen insight and anticipates the enemy's moves.
Right after hitting the woman and being cornered, the child figured out the whole thing perfectly. He even predicted the backgrounds of both parties and the possible complications that might follow.
The analysis was thorough and clear, the countermeasures were comprehensive, and the remedial measures were appropriate and timely.
Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes: the vision was too far ahead of its time. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. When the time is not right, what can be done?
This kid anticipated everything except that he had a bunch of incompetent teammates: the police station was the first, and Yan Wenjing was the second.
Fortunately, although the incident happened suddenly, he remained calm and composed, and made a decisive decision.
Everyone else saw the car, the knives on the ground, and the people. But Tang Ding'an saw the gun.
How many people who have never been on the battlefield can remain calm and composed even with a gun pointed at their head?
Even if they have been through it, how many can make a resolute decision in an instant and turn the tide?
Unless, of course, they are as calm as a machine.
So when Tang Ding'an saw the leader being carried in at the end, he felt quite gratified: he was flesh and blood, he could get angry, and he could be impulsive.
Subconsciously, recalling Lin Sicheng's face, the glorious years and the comrades who lie buried in Laoshan involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
Shy, innocent, sunny and lively.
They look so alike?
Especially what he saw when he first arrived at the scene: although he was sweating profusely from the pain, Lin Sicheng's back was still straight as if cut by a knife.
He was just like those comrades who had been shot, had broken legs, and were covered in blood, but still smiled and grinned, giving him a thumbs up and praising the company commander's marksmanship.
More like those little brats who stand ramrod straight and salute him even with their sleeves and trouser legs empty.
This person is actually a researcher?
Which researcher could take on a dozen people, all armed with knives?
Which researcher could fight back against a gun to their head?
Isn't this ridiculous?
As he pondered this, Tang Ding'an smiled, but the smile vanished in an instant.
Jing Zeyang stared blankly, feeling like he was seeing things: Uncle Tang was actually laughing?
Just then, an Audi pulled up beside them, and a man and a woman got out of the back seat and rushed into the hospital in a panic.
Tang Ding'an gestured, and the driver honked the horn and rolled the window down halfway.
Turning around, she saw Tang Nanyan getting out of the car, and the woman stumbled down the steps.
Tang Nanyan took two steps forward to meet her, then hugged her tightly, starting by touching her face, then her arms, hands, waist, and legs. She cried as she touched her, tears streaming down her face.
"Yan'er, you scared your mother to death!"
Tang Nanyan held back her tears: "Mom, I'm fine!"
"It's alright, it's good that you're alright..."
Having survived the ordeal, the woman's tears flowed even faster, while the man breathed a sigh of relief.
What their daughter said was terrifying. Hearing that they were chased and attacked by more than a dozen people, and that there were even guns, almost scared the couple out of their wits.
Then the older brother called and said she was at the hospital, and the two of them thought that their daughter was probably in grave danger.
At that moment, Ji Yun collapsed. Afterwards, her older brother said Yan'er was alright, and the injured one was the child who had saved their daughter; only then did his wife breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, they would have had to send another child to the hospital.
Thankfully, my daughter is alright, and we owe it all to that child...
Ji Yun wiped away her tears and looked into the car with Tang Dingping: "Big Brother..."
Tang Ding'an nodded: "The person was just taken into the operating room and won't be out for a while. There are too many acquaintances inside, including from the Municipal Bureau and the General Team. You guys get in the car first!"
Then he looked at Tang Nanyan and Jing Zeyang: "You two go up first, and make a call after the person comes out!"
Tang Nanyan was stunned for a moment.
Today she was giving a false report, thinking that her uncle would at least have her two aunts and her mother hang her up and beat her, but she didn't expect that he would just let it go like that?
Of course, they might settle scores later, but we should try to escape for as long as possible.
Tang Nanyan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Uncle!"
Tang Ding'an waved his hand.
Mr. and Mrs. Tang got into the back seat, and the driver closed the car window.
"The matter is not complicated; it was purely accidental. But strictly speaking, it all started because of Nan Yan. That young man suffered an undeserved misfortune!"
Tang Ding'an pointed to his waist, "The Jing family's child and Nan Yan should not be lying. If that child hadn't risked his life to save her, Nan Yan would have been stabbed at least twice!"
The couple's expression changed: "Young man, are you badly injured?"
"It's not serious, just skin and flesh injuries, but he's a pretty boy with delicate skin, so it's a disfigurement."
With a "whoosh," Ji Yun looked at Tang Dingping.
"Treat the injuries first, we'll deal with the rest later!" Tang Ding'an waved his hand. "There are quite a few injuries, eight in total, and at least four of them are crippled!"
Ji Yun was startled: "Did Nan Yan make the call?"
"She was just a bystander; it was the kid who did it, but it was self-defense, and there was a valid reason. What I want to say is that this may involve quite a few people, so this matter needs to be handled properly."
No... just how good is this kid at fighting?
After a moment's thought, Tang Dingping nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, brother!"
"Also, that child is Wang Qizhi's student!"
The couple paused for a moment: Wang Qizhi, Wang Laosan?
"Big brother, are they on good terms?"
"The Jing family's kids say it should be very good!"
Tang Dingping finally understood why his elder brother had specifically called him into the car and given him special instructions: not only should he keep an eye on the case and handle it well, but he should also guard against Wang Qizhi causing trouble.
Make no mistake, if we're talking about troublemakers, Jing Zeyang is second to none compared to Wang Qizhi.
Although he's married and has children, as the old saying goes, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature." Those who know him understand just how awful Wang Laosan can be when he gets angry.
Of course, this is just a precaution. If it were merely a teacher-student relationship, it shouldn't have caused Wang Qizhi to go berserk.
"Big brother, I understand!"
"Also, when you see the child later, ask if he needs help picking up his family. If so, I'll arrange it. When you meet the adults, be sure to thank them properly!"
The couple nodded vigorously.
For three generations, they've all been monks, and this is their only precious daughter. If anything were to happen to her, the Tang family's world would collapse.
No amount of gratitude is too much for saving my life.
Tang Ding'an nodded: "That's all. If you encounter any problems, feel free to call me!"
"Okay, brother!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another Cheetah pulled up beside him, and Tang Ding'an rolled down the window.
The man who arrived was in his thirties, dressed similarly to him, and appeared capable and efficient. He didn't salute or greet him, but simply called out "Leader" and handed him a file folder.
Tang Ding'an opened it and read ten lines at a glance.
Due to time constraints, little information was found: the leader was named Li Xing, nicknamed "The Drunkard," and had a long history of evil deeds.
Organizing prostitution, operating casinos, kidnapping, extortion, blackmail, assault... If verified, they'd be more than slapped in the face.
This kind of person has been committing crimes for over ten years, yet his only criminal record is detention?
But Tang Ding'an was not surprised: there are always places where the sun doesn't shine.
He continued flipping through the pages, and the second document was about Guyitang.
This one is even smaller, just four or five pages long, mostly registration information and transaction records from the past two years. The shop has been open for quite a while, about seven years, and the items, quantities, and amounts of transactions are all quite normal.
Strangely, neither the police station, the industry and commerce bureau, nor the quality supervision department received a single report or complaint.
What does this mean?
This demonstrates that this antique shop has never sold counterfeit or fake goods, and has never engaged in the practice of passing off inferior goods as superior ones. This is extremely unbelievable in the antique trade, and especially in Panjiayuan.
For example: A prostitute takes clients every day, and after seven or eight years, she is still a virgin.
Tang Ding'an chuckled: Just as that child guessed, it's just a small, law-abiding business on the surface.
As for what's going on behind the scenes, a little investigation will tell.
He flipped through the pages again, this time to Lin Sicheng's file, which was quite thick.
After reading a few pages, Tang Ding'an's expression grew increasingly strange.
Is he really a researcher?
The problem is this kid, the things he did...
But then I thought: No wonder?
After looking at him for a while, he looked up and asked, "Dingping, have you ever heard of the name Lin Sicheng?"
Tang Dingping thought for a moment: "Does that sound familiar?"
I was preoccupied with my daughter, so I didn't have time to think about it carefully. But when my older brother mentioned it, it did feel very familiar.
"That sounds familiar, that's why." Tang Ding'an smiled. "Come on, take a look!"
Tang Dingping took the documents into his hands, and after just one glance, he was suddenly stunned.
Uranium porcelain fraud case, Zhang Anshi tomb raiding case?
That's why it sounded so familiar.
He was in the ministry, and although he wasn't in charge of the local area, he had attended several meetings there. Such a typical and unique case, of course he remembered it.
In this way, everything can be explained:
Why was Lin Sicheng able to guess the identities of the woman and the group that ambushed them so accurately after only meeting them once?
Moreover, it was as if they had foreseen the future, accurately predicting the group's next plans and actions. They even seemed to have a pretty good grasp of their organizational structure and operating model.
Because this wasn't the first time he had dealt with these people: the Xu Weili document from Hangzhou was the first, the Zhang Anshi tomb raiding case was the second, and buying Jiaqing-made porcelain vases and ivory was the third (Miao Taiyue, see Chapter 188).
I've also outwitted and outmaneuvered these people.
In particular, the Zhang Anshi tomb raiding case has long been included in internal training materials: the assistance and application of professional and technical personnel in special cases.
Why does he possess such extraordinary composure, remaining calm and collected even when a gun is pointed at his head, and even managing to turn the tide in the face of death?
Compared to ruthless bandits with guns and explosives, these thugs aren't even worthy of carrying their shoes.
What Tang Dingping found most incredible was his research center. He didn't understand what BTA was, but he at least knew what the Institute for Advanced Study in Literature, the National Museum of China, and Peking University were.
These institutions, backed by the state, with the country's top research teams and the most advanced equipment, have been researching for so many years, yet they couldn't compete with the makeshift team he hastily assembled after just one year.
And those kiln sites in Shanxi, which took locals ten years to find, he only spent six months on. As for those famous porcelains, which other institutions would struggle to study, he found as easy as eating and drinking.
The more he looked, the more astonished he became. Tang Dingping muttered to himself, "Brother, what kind of person is this... this kid?"
Tang Ding'an thought for a moment, then remained silent.
He is indeed very talented, and more importantly, his personality and character are outstanding.
Ji Yun was also watching, and when she finished, she exclaimed in surprise, "He donated more than seven million... How can this kid be so rich?"
The two brothers exchanged a glance.
Due to time constraints, some minor details were omitted from the documents, which is why Ji Yun found it strange. However, the two brothers were well aware that for Lin Sicheng, making money was merely one of his least notable strengths.
But the fact that he was able to donate so much without hesitation shows his magnanimity and broad-mindedness.
Just as I was feeling a bit emotional, my phone buzzed, and a message appeared on the screen: Uncle, the person is coming out soon.
Tang Ding'an put away his phone: "Let's go, let's go upstairs and meet them!"
The couple followed closely behind.
Once inside the elevator, Ji Yun asked suspiciously, "Brother, why are we going to the tenth floor?"
“Emergency cases are usually handled by doctors specializing in various specialties. I had Nan Jin arrange for me to work in surgery. Besides, I have too many acquaintances in the area!”
The couple suddenly realized what was going on.
The case is significant, and since my elder brother personally visited the scene, there will definitely be officials from the municipal bureau and the provincial headquarters coming. It's hard to say for sure, but these people generally know Tang Dingping, so it would be troublesome to be overly polite.
However, there are definitely some, but relatively fewer.
After a moment's thought, the group arrived at the surgical department. Just as they reached the entrance, several men in police uniforms came to greet them.
He saluted first, then extended his hand: "Director Tang, Mr. Tang, it's our fault for not doing our job well!"
Tang Ding'an remained expressionless, while Tang Dingping nodded calmly: "I'll check on Xiao Lin first!"
"Yes, yes... let's look at Teacher Lin first!"
Several police officers stepped aside, and the three entered the treatment room.
Through a glass partition, Lin Sicheng had already stitched up his wound and bandaged it inside. Tang Nanjin and Jing Zeyang stood in the outer room, staring intently into the room.
It's unclear what they saw, but the two of them looked pained, as if they had a toothache.
Tang Nanyan was also there, motionless, tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing her mother, she could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.
Ji Yun was startled: Wasn't the injury not serious? Why are you crying?
Looking further inside, it was indeed not heavy: Lin Sicheng was sitting on the bed, chatting and laughing with the doctor.
But I don't know if it's very hot inside, he was covered in sweat and his face was a little pale.
Tang Dingping glanced at it: "What's going on?"
Jing Zeyang snapped out of his daze, jolted awake.
Tang Nanjin grinned, "It took more than eighty stitches..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ji Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Why are there so many stitches?"
"Four wounds, the longest on my back, 18 centimeters long. The shortest on my left arm, 6 centimeters long... The crucial thing is, no anesthesia was used!"
"Why?"
Tang Nanjin pointed inside: "The doctor said the wounds are too scattered, so at least partial anesthesia is needed. Then Lin Sicheng told the doctor that he was going to do research, and if they were given anesthesia, the brain might not recover for several years..."
Tang Dingping was taken aback.
The process of cleaning and disinfecting is something only those who have experienced it truly understand.
Moreover, the pain of having to be pricked and stitched up one by one is incomparable to being cut twice.
A knife wound is at most a one-time event, and the most painful moment is only a short while. But when iodine seeps into the wound, a needle pricks the skin, or a suture pierces the flesh, the pain is continuous and persistent.
Anyone who dares to call themselves a tough guy, come and try it and see.
No wonder Lin Sicheng was covered in sweat, no wonder Tang Nanjin and Jing Zeyang looked pained yet extremely admiring. And no wonder Tang Nanyan, who was strong-willed and wouldn't utter a sound even with her head smashed, was crying her eyes out.
In the novel, the bone-scraping treatment was only this bad, but this child could still laugh?
Just as they were secretly surprised, they heard voices outside the door, and then Qin Ruozhi and Jing Su rushed in anxiously.
He was panting heavily, looking flustered, and his face was flushed.
It's obvious that he was in a hurry and didn't take the elevator, so he ran up the stairs.
Upon entering, they glanced inside and saw Lin Sicheng, whose body was covered in bandages but whose spirits seemed relatively good. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
As if they had survived a disaster, still shaken, the two kept rubbing their chests with their hands.
After a short while, the two looked around again.
When Jing Zeyang realized something was wrong, he instinctively shrank back, but the place was only so big, where could he hide?
Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin didn't care who was standing next to them at all. They rushed over in a few steps, one grabbing Jing Zeyang by the collar and the other slapping him on the head.
"Jing Zeyang, you told me to protect Lin Sicheng, how did you protect him? What promises did you make back then?"
"With knives and guns, why is Lin Sicheng covered in wounds while you haven't lost a single hair? You must have been hiding behind him..."
"Jing Laosan, have you lost your conscience?"
Jing Zeyang looked aggrieved but didn't dare to argue, so he could only keep giving him meaningful glances.
"Why are you winking? Are there police here? Do you think the police can stop a sister from hitting her brother?"
"They're so powerful, why don't they do anything about people committing violence in the street, or carrying guns in the street?"
"Moreover, Lin Sicheng had called the police beforehand and even warned Yan Wenjing, yet they didn't take it seriously at all? Lin Sicheng is so busy, yet he still helped them with the reprimands? Have they lost all their conscience..."
Their mouths were like machine guns, laced with veiled insults and veiled accusations, a mix of hitting and cursing.
Several policemen stood outside the door, their faces alternating between pale and red.
Fortunately, the two climbed nine floors without stopping, but they were exhausted and couldn't continue fighting after a while.
After releasing Jing Zeyang, the two of them stood with their hands on their hips, panting. Before they could catch their breath, they both froze in surprise.
The room was full of people.
The key point is, I recognize many of them?
Uncle Tang, Third Uncle Tang, Third Aunt Tang, Tang Nanjin, Tang Nanyan... Wait, why are there so many people from the Tang family?
Looking further inside, it was true: besides the doctor, there was only Lin Sicheng.
But it was Lin Sicheng who got hurt, so what are they doing here... Wait, something's not right... Tang Nanyan, why are you crying?
With their minds a complete mess, the two hurriedly greeted each other.
Ji Yun smiled gently, her gaze sweeping over the two faces as she secretly wondered: So anxious, so concerned, maybe the child inside is some girl's boyfriend.
But why was Nan Yan looking at these two girls so strangely, as if she had seen thieves?
They used to be really close, but when they met today, they didn't even say hello?
Oh no...
Suddenly, the smile on her face seemed to freeze. Ji Yun stared intently at Tang Nanyan for a long time, then turned around and glanced at Lin Sicheng inside.
She wanted to slap herself.
I should have thought of this earlier: When has this girl ever cried like this before, from childhood to adulthood?
Just as they were filled with doubt and surprise, voices came from outside the door again: "Why are there so many police officers?"
After exchanging a few words, Wu Hui, Lü Chenglong, and Shan Guoqiang walked in.
The three of them paused for a moment, seemingly wondering why there were so many people.
But after only a quick glance, the three of them looked inside again. Seeing Lin Sicheng, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, I'm alright; at least I'm not crippled or disabled...
Then, it was another old man and a middle-aged man.
The old man entered the door, stared into the room, and only when he saw Lin Sicheng inside did he breathe a sigh of relief and lean against the door frame, panting.
Ma Qinglin supported him and looked inside. Seeing that Lin Sicheng was alright, he felt relieved and his eyes lit up.
Suddenly everything went black, and I slid down like a noodle.
Lu Chenglong reacted quickly and helped him up. Wu Hui and Shan Guoqiang rushed over, pinching the tiger's mouth (the area between the thumb and index finger) and the philtrum (the area between the nose and upper lip).
Vice Dean Ma shivered and opened his eyes.
"I told you not to stay up all night, and you agreed, but then you forgot? Don't let the project be half-dead before you finish it!"
The old dean was exasperated. "Get up, you bastard... You invited this person, settle accounts with me first, and then you can faint..."
As he spoke, he looked around and his gaze fell on the faces of Tang Ding'an and Tang Dingping, who most resembled the leaders.
"The leaders of the Public Security Bureau?"
Tang Ding'an didn't speak, but Tang Dingping hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"It's good that he's the leader!"
The old dean stared at Tang Dingping and sneered, "We lent you our perfectly good kid just so he could carry your loads? If you're so incompetent, don't give me that damn boast..."
The room was filled with a cacophony of foul language and dialect, leaving everyone stunned.
Wait... who is this old man?
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