Chapter 27: The Mysterious Fat Man

Shishi Ye?

A thought flashed through Zhao Heng's mind but quickly dissipated.

In the conversation, the two had already returned to the dormitory, but there was no sign of Fat Man Qiao, and even the cola on the table was gone. In the surprise of Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan, a few cunning laughs came from the bathroom, followed by muttering: "Trying to compete with me, hah, watch me beat you to a pulp."

Song Qingguan wanted to go and knock on the door, but Zhao Heng held him back. Clearly, Fat Man Qiao was hiding in the bathroom, playing chess with a beauty, and feeling quite pleased with himself. There was no need for the two to disturb him, so Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan sat at the table, flipping through a newspaper they had bought from the school kiosk.

Song Qingguan browsed through the financial news, while Zhao Heng's eyes fell on the political section. The headline caught his attention: Eastern Xiong, leading a tank corps, personally inspected the border and destroyed six Indian military camps, using iron-fisted methods to warn the Indian government not to approach the disputed area, thus preventing the Indian army from making any moves.

Eastern Xiong was like a mountain, suppressing the surrounding countries, and the Chinese government took the opportunity to incorporate all disputed territories into the map, expanding China's territory. Zhao Heng, looking at the newspaper with only text and no image of Eastern Xiong, sighed lightly, "Truly the first war hero of China."

However, he was still confident that Lu Meng would surpass Eastern Xiong.

When Zhao Heng had read half the newspaper, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Fat Man Qiao's strange laughter echoed: "Haha, I am indeed a genius, it only took me 36 minutes to beat a third-level player to the ground. See if she dares to challenge me again, no, she should bow to me as a master."

As Zhao Heng frowned, Fat Man Qiao placed the computer in front of him. Zhao Heng indeed saw a chess game that had already ended, with Fat Man Qiao winning by a significant margin. The game was quite intricate, and a look of surprise crossed Zhao Heng's face. He then looked at the smug Fat Man Qiao, "Shall we play a few rounds?"

Zhao Heng, influenced by Uncle Feng, was also skilled at chess and wanted to test his own level.

"Occasionally."

Fat Man Qiao, seeing Zhao Heng challenge him, quickly waved his hands in response: "I just play randomly, how can I compete with the invincible Brother Heng? If you're really interested, I'll buy a Go set another day to practice. Today is absolutely not possible, I'm exhausted from dealing with that obedient girl."

In Fat Man Qiao's somewhat dishonest smile, Zhao Heng sensed that he was hiding something, but he was not a gossip, so he did not press further. Instead, he continued reading the newspaper. After escaping Zhao Heng's challenge, Fat Man Qiao seemed more relaxed, humming a popular song as he climbed onto the bed to play with his phone.

He also raised his index finger to his lips, signaling Song Qingguan to be silent.

Song Qingguan glared at him with a bad temper, but it didn't matter.

After the canteen incident, Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang did not come to trouble Zhao Heng again. Although Fat Man Qiao and Song Qingguan believed that the former was definitely plotting a new scheme or gathering strength, Zhao Heng did not take it to heart. He had already killed Liu Baishu, so what were Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang to him?

He lived a life of dormitory, library, and dining hall every day.

Of course, he still didn't forget to go running every morning.

This morning, he got up at 5:30, wearing a black tracksuit, and ran on the sidewalks of Huahai City. He ran a different route every day, not only to give himself a sense of novelty but also to help him become more familiar with the environment of Huahai's streets and alleys.

After all, he was going to take over Huahai in the future!

However, for some reason, Zhao Heng always felt that someone was secretly watching him. This pure intuition had existed for over a week, but he had not found anyone following him when he looked back. He couldn't figure out why anyone would want to follow him, so despite his doubts, he didn't investigate further.

This time, as he ran past a crossroads, he still felt someone was tailing him. He turned his head instinctively but still saw no one. There were only a few vehicles waiting at the red light, one of which was a low-key domestic car that made him pause slightly. Zhao Heng then resumed his marathon pace.

He didn't do much, just memorized the license plate.

With the license plate memorized, Zhao Heng no longer paid attention to the person tailing him and ran into a park at a steady pace, sweating. As he turned to a grassy area, he suddenly saw an old man practicing Tai Chi stagger and fall to the ground, swaying like a drunk, scaring the surrounding people who quickly moved away.

Then the people exercising gathered around, pointing and discussing the old man, but no one went to help him or called the police. Seeing this, Zhao Heng took a deep breath and quickly ran over. The old man, lying on his side, had a pale face, weak breathing, and was unconscious.

Sudden heart attack!

Zhao Heng, who had learned medical skills from Uncle Feng for a few years, quickly diagnosed the old man's condition and knew he needed immediate life-saving measures. He called the hospital's emergency number and pushed through the curious crowd to the old man, sternly saying, "Everyone, don't crowd around the patient, keep the air circulating."

The surrounding people, seeing someone come to help, made way, and followed Zhao Heng's instructions to expand the circle, to avoid getting involved. They also discussed whether Zhao Heng would get into trouble, fearing that if the old man's family accused him, he would regret it.

Zhao Heng did not directly carry the old man to the hospital. After making the call, he slowly turned the old man onto his back, revealing his face clearly. Zhao Heng was instantly surprised: Ye, the principal? He couldn't help but sigh at the coincidence. He had just seen Principal Ye in the canteen a few days ago, and now he had run into him in the park.

And he had fainted.

However, Zhao Heng didn't think too much about the coincidence. He knelt down, undid the old man's clothes, and moved his warm right hand over the old man's chest, using the method Uncle Feng had taught him to alleviate the old man's condition. For a moment, Zhao Heng's mind was completely focused on the flow of energy in his palm, gradually seeping warmth into the old man's body.

To the amazement of the surrounding people, sweat slowly appeared on Zhao Heng's forehead, dripping onto the grass. The situation was serious, and he quickly placed his left hand on the old man as well. The vibration from his dantian area continuously jumped in his palm, indirectly guiding the heart to beat, giving the old man a bit more hope.

"Hmm!"

When Zhao Heng felt the old man's heartbeat, he immediately pressed a point on the old man's neck with his left hand, gently massaging it. After a short while, the old man groaned and woke up, his cloudy eyes looking around in confusion. The surrounding people clapped, both for the old man's recovery and to show their appreciation for Zhao Heng.

They didn't dare to help the old man, but they hoped for more people like Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed the water bottle he had brought with him to the old man's lips: "Old Mr. Ye, you had a sudden heart attack. Don't talk, drink some water to steady your heart. I've already called the ambulance, and they will be here soon to treat you. Don't thank me or talk."

Principal Ye looked at Zhao Heng with gratitude and took a sip of warm water.

The ambulance soon arrived, and the originally impatient doctors, upon learning the old man's identity from Zhao Heng, immediately became extremely respectful. Principal Ye was not only the president of Huahai University but also the first Nobel Prize laureate in China. Even the top government officials would show respect to him.

So the doctors and nurses carefully lifted him onto the ambulance and asked Zhao Heng, who was suspected of being the culprit, to follow. After all, since it was Principal Ye who had the incident, they needed someone to take responsibility. The doctors politely but firmly invited Zhao Heng to join, and under the pretext of registering the patient, they carefully examined Zhao Heng's ID twice.

Zhao Heng understood their intentions but, considering the old man's condition, tolerated it.

The car quickly arrived at the hospital, and the dean, who had already received the call, personally led a team of experts to immediately send Principal Ye to the intensive care unit for examination, demonstrating the power of his prominent status. Just as Zhao Heng felt he had no further business and was about to leave, three police officers suddenly appeared and blocked his path.

The female officer in the middle coldly said, "Please come with us to make a statement."

The female officer had a beautiful oval face, with delicate and soft features that were a perfect gift from nature. Her black hair was neatly tied up, exuding a natural elegance. Overall, she had an indescribable air of grace and strength, but her cold and stern expression made her look domineering.

Zhao Heng was taken aback: He didn't expect saving someone to be so troublesome.

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