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Chapter 139: 139; Who's in that lift?

Chapter 139: Chapter 139; Who’s in that lift?

Back at the hospital…

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Back at the hospital, the wardroom was hushed except for the soft hum of medical monitors and the rhythmic sound of Zhou Yuxi’s fragile breathing.

Su Feng sat at her bedside, still holding the storybook loosely in his hand, though the pages had long since stopped.

Li Meili had drifted into a light doze, her head resting on the armrest near the bed, exhaustion finally overtaking her after days without proper sleep.

Outside the wardroom, four guards in black suits stood vigilantly at each corner of the corridor watching the entire place attentively.

Their eyes were sharp, hands never far from the concealed weapons at their waists ready for a shoot out to whoever deemed to be a danger to their Mistress.

But in the shadowy stairwell at the far end of the hallway, danger crept closer, two men dressed as night-shift orderlies stood watching every one of their moves, wearing surgical masks hiding the lower halves of their faces.

They walked forward and their footsteps were soft, their movements precise, the glint of a silenced pistol briefly visible beneath one’s sleeve. It was a do-or-die situation.

One of them tapped the other’s shoulder, signaling to move.

They slipped past an unsuspecting nurse, blending with the faint shuffle of hospital staff.

One guard at the corridor’s end glanced their way, eyes narrowing with suspicion, but before he could react, a sharp, suppressed click echoed.

He fell forward silently, eyes wide, a neat red mark blossoming on his chest.

Inside the wardroom, Su Feng’s senses prickled. He looked up from Zhou Yuxi’s peaceful face and turned toward the door, a knot of unease tightening in his gut, and he felt like something was wrong.

Li Meili stirred, blinking awake. “Brother…?”

“Shh.” Su Feng raised a finger shushing her up, while listening to his surroundings. Something was off, too quiet in a corridor that was usually bustling, even at night. The hospital always had movements all the time, be it nurses, doctors, or patients with their relatives.

Outside, another muffled scuffle, a grunt, a body hitting the floor.

Su Feng’s eyes turned cold as he laid the storybook on the table. He rose silently, pulling a concealed dagger from his belt and he moved over to the door, pressing his ear to the cold wood.

Through the frosted glass, a shadow loomed closer, the shape of an ‘orderly’ lifting a gun toward the door handle.

Li Meili gasped, realizing what was about to happen. She turned to Zhou Yuxi, clutching her hand tightly. “What am I supposed to do?” She was nervous and anxious but she couldn’t move someone whose life was still in danger and unconscious.

Outside, the fake orderly whispered, “Inject within seconds, get ready.”

But before he could twist the knob, the door slammed open from inside. Su Feng lunged forward like a phantom, the dagger flashing in the dim corridor light.

The first man barely had time to react, a wet gasp escaped his throat as the blade drove cleanly between his ribs. He was shocked and didn’t expect this.

The second attacker fired, but Su Feng ducked low, rolling beneath the shot, grabbed the man’s wrist, and wrenched it backward with a sickening crack.

The pistol clattered to the floor and in the same motion, Su Feng drove an elbow into the man’s throat, silencing him before he could scream.

Breathing heavily, Su Feng stood over the bodies, eyes wild with fury. Blood stained his knuckles. He turned to the remaining guard sprinting toward him, barking orders.

“Check the rest of the floor! There might be more! Secure the entire wing, nobody gets close to her!”

Inside, Li Meili hugged Zhou Yuxi’s body protectively, tears brimming in her eyes. “You are safe… you are safe…” just imagine if Su Feng hadn’t insisted on staying in the hospital.

At that moment, Zhou Yuxi’s eyelashes fluttered faintly, a tiny sign that somewhere deep inside the nightmare, she was fighting her way back to them.

Li Meili’s hands trembled as she stroked Zhou Yuxi’s hair gently, murmuring like a prayer.

“Yuxi… please, please don’t wake up soon… you need to wake up!” In the unconscious state, it was way more dangerous compared to when she was conscious. It would be easier to escape.

Su Feng re-entered the wardroom, wiping the blood from his blade with calm, practiced motions. He also preferred knives. They were faster and silent.

His sharp eyes scanned every corner, checking the windows, the ceiling vents, and the shadows behind the medical cabinet.

His heart was still hammering violently in his chest, but his hands never shook even for a minute. He had lived under such circumstances for the last two years and nothing was new to him.

Li Meili looked up at him, voice quivering. “What if there are more attackers? What if another batch of assassins comes back?” She was worried but the possibility of moving Zhou Yuxi from that hospital to their private home hospital was negative.

Su Feng crouched down in front of her, putting a steady hand on her shoulder comforting her. His eyes were fierce but protective, a storm barely restrained.

“They won’t get past me I promise you. They would have to step over my corpse to touch her again.”

He rose to his full height, stepping toward the door to speak with the lead guard. His tone was a low snarl and commanding, “Triple the men at every stairwell and corner; anyone who dares to approach this door, just shoot them first; you don’t need to ask questions. You fail, Mu Yunchen will bury you himself.”

The guard nodded, saluting with trembling hands before sprinting off to bark orders down the hallway. They knew Mu Yunchen wasn’t someone they wanted to anger at that moment. Those guards who had been shot were getting attended to.

Inside the wardroom, the monitors beeped steadily, a fragile lifeline reminding everyone how close Zhou Yuxi still danced to the edge.

Li Meili brushed a damp cloth gently over her forehead, wiping away the light sheen of sweat that had gathered.

“Wake up soon, Yuxi…” she whispered, voice hoarse from fear and hope tangled all together. She just hoped they would pass the night safely.

Outside the door, Su Feng pressed his back to the wall, eyes darting all over the corridor, his senses sharpened like a blade ready for a hunt.

The soft hum of the hospital lights was suddenly broken by the hiss of an elevator at the far end of the hallway.

He stiffened immediately, fingers curling tighter around the hilt of his dagger. At this moment, anything and everything looked and sounded like danger.

“Who’s in that lift?” he barked at a passing guard.

The guard stammered, raising his walkie-talkie. “Checking it right now, sir….”

Before he could finish his statement, the elevator doors opened with a ding sound.

Tension coiled in Su Feng’s chest while it tightened with uncertainty, but then, instead of another assailant, it was a pair of extra security men from the Mu private unit, lugging crates of portable shields and scanning devices.

“Sir, we are the Alpha team, and we are setting up metal detectors at both ends of the corridor and barricades at the stairwell exits,” one reported crisply, bowing low respectfully. Even though Su Feng wasn’t their leader, they still respected him because his status was higher than theirs.

Su Feng gave a curt nod, the storm in his eyes easing by a fraction. “Good. Just be quick. Not even a shadow should cross this threshold tonight.”

“All right….” They immediately got down to work.

Further down the corridor, nurses whispered nervously but dared not approach.

The sight of heavily armed Mu guards moving like ghosts through the pristine white hallway was a promise, this floor was a fortress now highly guarded.

A floor below them, more black-suited men were herding curious patients and staff into other wings, sealing off elevators, and blocking every back entrance. No one argued; the Mu family’s power was a silent, crushing force no one dared resist, and this was his hospital; who dared to question them?

Inside the ward once more, Li Meili squeezed Zhou Yuxi’s hand, murmuring through a trembling smile: “I hope we will make it until tomorrow, and once you get better, I will train my body and learn a few protective stances.” This was her friend and people surrounding her would always be surrounded by danger; she couldn’t wish to be their weakness.