Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Don’t rush, let’s play slowly

    Qiao Xi was dragged by two men along the way into an abandoned construction shed.

    The skin that showed was rubbed raw by the coarse gravel road surface, bloody and mangled.

    She was violently thrown onto the ground, which kicked up thick dust. Weakly, she opened her eyes and looked at the two men in front of her.

    Zhuo Feng, Wang Dafu.

    “Brother Feng, this chick’s pretty smart. She took a video of me to clear her name,” said Wang Dafu, playing with a ladies’ mobile phone and then smashing it onto the ground in front of Qiao Xi.

    He said viciously, “Dare to film me, I’ll make sure you won’t have any evidence!”

    ...

    The phone smashed into pieces.

    The evidence she and Shu Xue had gotten was destroyed as well.

    But the two men in front of her seemed to think this was only her phone and forgot to search her. Shu Xue’s phone was smashed, while hers was in the lining pocket.

    She had been exposed to drugs all year round and had developed drug resistance to anesthetics, but her strength hadn’t yet recovered.

    She had woken up on the road and forced the power button to dial her emergency contact, not knowing whether it had gone through.

    Looking to please, Wang Dafu turned to Zhuo Feng and said, “Brother Feng, my job here is done. Can I go now?”

    “Get lost.”

    “Aye.”

    Wang Dafu ran faster than anything.

    He needed to hurry and get his payment from Miss Su and leave Haicheng.

    Once Wang Dafu left, only Zhuo Feng and Qiao Xi remained in the vast shed.

    Zhuo Feng kicked the limp Qiao Xi on the ground.

    “Country girl, aren’t you usually eloquent? Why aren’t you talking now?” His face was sinister, “You ruined my Wanren Hall and have led me to this point. Even if I die, I’ll take you down with me.”

    Qiao Xi looked at him in pain, “Your Wanren Hall was selling fake medicinal materials, doing harm in defiance of the natural order.”

    As it deserved.

    “Do you think Wanren Hall belongs to me alone?” Zhuo Feng bent down, forcefully grabbed her chin, and said, “I have the backing of a deputy chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. You’ve cut off his source of income; you can forget about having a future in the medical field.”

    Qiao Xi was forced to look at him, “Are you going to kill me?”

    “Depends on how lucky you are.”

    Zhuo Feng looked slightly crazed, his clothes dirty, resembling a madman.

    He picked up a discarded stainless steel pipe nearby and looked at Qiao Xi, saying, “I hear you’re quite talented, possibly an apprentice of Cheng Han, are you?”

    Qiao Xi found it absurd,

    “Where did you hear such rumors?”

    What had she to do with the National Doctor Cheng Han?

    Her hands groped in her sleeves; all the needles were gone, Zhuo Feng must have taken them afraid she might fight back.

    “Still playing tough, are you? If you confess, I’ll make it easier on you.”

    “I don’t know Cheng Han!”

    “Then you’re of no value to me. With no license to practice medicine, you won’t be able to work in this field anymore. Why keep these hands!”

    the shabby door of the shed was kicked open.

    The dim twilight enveloped the earth, casting a warm yellow filter, and light slipped into the old shed.

    The man in a suit and shoes, dragging a brand-new baseball bat, entered against the light and fiercely swung it at Zhuo Feng.

    Zhuo Feng fell to the ground.

    He gaped at the man before him, “Huo... Huo Xingzhou, your leg...”

    The bitch lied to him! She was involved with Cheng Han!

    Huo Xingzhou tossed a mobile phone in front of Zhuo Feng, displaying a call interface.

    The man’s eyes were chillingly cold, and his voice somber yet eerily calm, “Twenty-nine minutes, thirty-two seconds.”

    He picked up the baseball bat, raining blows upon Zhuo Feng.

    “Is this how you hit her?”

    In those twenty-nine minutes and thirty-two seconds, he could hear every strike, every cry of pain, and every breath.

    All he could think about was what kind of torture she was enduring.

    “Stop, stop hitting!”

    Zhuo Feng, cradling his head, felt the threat of impending death.

    Huo Xingzhou must be insane.

    “Young Master, if you keep hitting him, he’s going to die,” Old Chen said urgently, eyeing Zhuo Feng who was barely breathing.

    Huo Xingzhou dropped the baseball bat, took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around Qiao Xi, and gently picked her up.

    “Mr. Huo...”

    Leaning on his chest, Qiao Xi’s breathing was burning hot, her chest heaving slightly.

    A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and uncontrollable tears cascaded down, her breathing rapid. The pent-up grievances within her started to spread.

    The man’s eyes reddened, the fierceness not yet receded.

    “Old Chen, keep an eye on him.”

    “Yes, Young Master.”

    Huo Xingzhou carried Qiao Xi out. The technician in the car, noticing the situation, wisely got out of the vehicle making room for them.

    Qiao Xi was laid on the soft rear seat of the car and soon fell into unconsciousness.

    Huo Xingzhou sat in the driver’s seat, the accident from that day where life and death hung in the balance flashed through his mind, his heartbeat erratic for a few beats.

    He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator, speeding towards Haicheng City Hospital.

    Night fell.

    The familiar Rolls-Royce parked in front of Haicheng City Hospital, and the reporters who had been staking out Qiao Xi for practicing without a license perked up, sensing a story like flies to a carcass.

    Before they could react, a line of bodyguards blocked their view, confiscating their cameras.

    As they attempted to peer in, the burly bodyguards raised their hands, ready to land a punch at any moment.

    In the darkness, they saw nothing.

    The car door opened, and a tall man with a stern face stepped out.

    His presence was intimidating, keeping strangers at bay.

    Carrying the woman in his arms, he strode quickly into the hospital.