Chapter 29

Listen, that patient's home address, Zhao Zhu had a record of it, stored on his computer, and he also had a backup. For some patients with special circumstances or backgrounds, Zhao Zhu would deliberately copy their information. Of course, this was against medical ethics, but Zhao Zhu was actually someone who didn't take ethics and principles very seriously. Although his family had a strong network of connections, he couldn't always rely on his family's influence to get things done. Building his own circle was also a mutually beneficial thing.

Zhao Zhu made a call and had a car delivered early in the morning. It was just a Santana, and an old one at that. But at this point, Zhao Zhu clearly didn't care what kind of car he was driving. In the face of life and death, everything else would naturally become insignificant. If one's life was in danger, who would still care about putting on a show?

However, when Zhu Jianping got in the car, he seemed very dissatisfied, muttering, "I say, Young Master Zhao, you don't have to play this way. You have several top-of-the-line sports cars in your garage, and you call for this one? Are you afraid of shocking our fragile hearts? Actually, it's unnecessary. The more luxurious the car, the more excited I get, and the more it inspires my confidence and hope in life."

"This is fine, isn't it?" Xiong Zhiqi, sitting in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt. He didn't really care what kind of car they were in. After all, Xiong Zhiqi had once escaped from the hospital with Zhao Zhu on a small electric scooter.

"You fatso, what do you know? If it weren't for entering the horror web novel world, I would be a complete loser, a nobody at the bottom of society. But Young Master Zhao was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His lifestyle and mindset are in a completely different world from ours. I just want to experience that kind of life with Young Master Zhao," Zhu Jianping continued to grumble.

"Alright, I didn't expect you to have such a strong resentment towards the rich," Zhao Zhu started the car.

"Tch, what kind of person do you think I am? You've seen through me long ago. I'm just an ordinary guy with an inferiority complex, from a mediocre family, who suddenly gained extraordinary power and became self-inflated," Zhu Jianping huffed, hugging his head and resting one leg on the backseat.

"Your ability to think about these things means it's harder for me to see through you," Zhao Zhu smiled and selected a song on the car's audio system. It was "The Wrong Station" by Lao Lang, and Lao Lang's沧桑 (weathered) voice filled the car.

Xiong Zhiqi couldn't help but hum along. This was actually a self-protection and healing mechanism after experiencing danger. Initially, he thought Zhao Zhu was going to buy groceries, and he was willing to go along, clearly hoping to heal his recent psychological trauma through ordinary daily activities. This showed that Xiong Zhiqi was not just a simple, fat guy. He was more complex than he appeared.

The car left the city and drove deeper into the suburbs, eventually reaching a small town.

On the town's main road, houses lined up one after another. In terms of living space and comfort, building a house here would be much more spacious and comfortable than buying a small apartment in the city. But most people still preferred to struggle to live in the city. Perhaps this was a human instinct; most people had an innate drive to climb the social ladder.

However, the person Zhao Zhu was looking for was not an ordinary resident of the town. Zhao Zhu knew that this person was already a millionaire. He used to be in the antique business but had retired due to mental health issues in recent years. Of course, Zhao Zhu knew that the antique business was just a cover. His true identity was the leader of a tomb-raiding gang. Over the years, he had raided countless tombs. Even when Zhao Zhu hypnotized him for treatment, he was amazed by the scenes of the tombs in his memory. Hearing these firsthand accounts was better than reading tomb-raiding novels.

"Alright, let's get out," Zhao Zhu stopped the car in front of a house, took out the car keys, and got out first.

Xiong Zhiqi followed, but Zhu Jianping seemed reluctant to get out. He was lying across the backseat, playing with his phone. But Zhao Zhu tapped on the window glass:

"Get out."

"Can't I rest a bit?"

"I need you to be the anchor."

"Alright, I'm coming!" Zhu Jianping put away his phone and got out. "I say, Young Master Zhao, isn't this person your patient? Are you unsure about him?"

"He has experienced many tombs. Compared to us, he just lacks special enhancements, but in terms of experience, he might be more rich. If it weren't for treating him, no one would have discovered his secrets."

"Alright, I'll stand by. If he tries anything, I'll help you keep him in line." Indeed, for Zhu Jianping, this was a piece of cake. If he really went crazy, the damage he could cause to society would be astonishing.

The door was a red iron gate. Zhao Zhu knocked on it and waited for a while, but no one came to open it, and there was no response from inside.

Zhao Zhu turned to Zhu Jianping.

Zhu Jianping pursed his lips and said, "An old man is sitting on a chair about ten meters away from the door. He has opened his eyes. Wait, something's wrong. The old man's nose is a bit strange. He has detected our scent. Damn, he's getting a gun. Shit, it's a real gun with a silencer."

Using his mental power, even through a wall and an iron door, everything inside was clear in Zhu Jianping's mind.

Hearing this, Xiong Zhiqi's hands turned a reddish color, and his skin took on a faint bluish tint. Zhao Zhu shook his head at Xiong Zhiqi and called out:

"Old Mr. Han, it's me, Zhao Zhu."

"Ha ha, Doctor Zhao, I know it's you, but the blood scent on you and your friends is a bit strong. Well, I'm not afraid of much. If it weren't for you, Doctor Zhao, I would have become a complete madman."

The lock on the gate was opened from the inside, and a man in his sixties pushed the door open. He had white hair and a beard but looked robust and energetic, especially his hands, which seemed particularly strong and vigorous!

"Still able to smell the blood on us, old man, your nose is pretty good, better than a police dog's," Zhu Jianping wasn't one to respect the elderly. He directly compared the old man to a dog.

The old man didn't get angry. He looked at Zhu Jianping and said:

"Boy, let me give you a piece of advice. If you want to stay strong after thirty, you need to start being more restrained now. Otherwise, even if you take medicine later, it won't be very effective. Young people, you need to understand the principle of moderation."

"..." Zhu Jianping's face turned red. His fondness for women was well-known to Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi. He was a typical case of "I have a disease, I like women."

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