Chapter 5

"Did the hospital kill him? Who killed him? The little nurse may be young, but her heart is quite black. How can you just brush off a matter of life and death with a few words?"

A middle-aged man in mourning clothes walked out from the side. Although his face was full of sorrow, Du Zhong could see the excitement deep in his eyes.

"I know you!"

Du Yehuo angrily pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "You're called Wang Liu, a professional troublemaker. You're not even their family member; you're just here to cause trouble for money! You take kickbacks from the dead, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Wang Liu's face turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth, glared at Du Yehuo, and said with a cold laugh, "The little nurse's mouth is so dirty. Is this the attitude of a hospital that has caused a death? I think you all need a lesson. Come, beat her up!"

As he spoke, several strong men in mourning clothes, looking fierce, rushed over.

This scene made Du Zhong's eyes flash with a cold light.

"Try touching her and see what happens!"

A cold, bone-chilling voice made everyone stop. The middle-aged man and Wang Liu frowned and looked at Du Zhong, who had appeared at the stairwell entrance at some point. They exchanged glances, both with a hint of confusion.

"Second Brother!"

Du Yehuo's heart finally relaxed. Yesterday's events had given her a strong message: as long as her second brother was around, there was no problem that couldn't be solved.

"Second Brother?"

The middle-aged man and Wang Liu exchanged another glance. The middle-aged man immediately understood and, pounding his chest in anger, said, "Alright! You clearly killed someone and now you're bringing in help to deal with us? It seems you don't want to resolve this issue. Father! You died so tragically! You died with your eyes open!"

The entire hallway was immediately filled with mournful cries and commotion.

Du Zhong frowned as he looked at the scene. With his sharp observation skills as a special forces soldier, he had already noticed the problem. The old man on the bed might be dead, but these people were definitely not all his family. More of them seemed to be professional troublemakers.

Du Zhong frowned and walked forward, directly to Du Yehuo's side. As he passed the bed, he used his superhuman senses to confirm that the person on the bed was indeed not breathing.

But does not breathing mean death?

In the first class of special forces training, the instructor had told them that unless someone's head was blown open, their heart was stabbed, or their neck was broken, even if they were shot ten times and lying in front of you, they were still a living person who could kill you at any moment!

The other nurses looked at Du Zhong, surprised by his masculine presence. They had never heard that Du Yehuo had a brother, and they didn't expect him to be so handsome.

"The hospital is a place for healing. Everyone, please be quiet. Deal with the matter properly and don't interfere with others who are being treated."

Du Zhong, confirming that his sister was safe, turned and looked coldly at the group, hating the way they disregarded other lives.

"What healing place? It's a place for killing! If you don't give us a satisfactory solution today, we won't let this go!"

Wang Liu said.

"What solution do you want? How do you plan to make this go on?"

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice came from behind. A stunningly beautiful woman in a doctor's uniform walked out of the elevator.

"Sister Mu, how did you come here?"

Du Yehuo exclaimed, rushing over and affectionately hugging the beautiful woman's arm.

Seeing Du Yehuo, Gu Muer smiled slightly, then looked at the troublemakers, frowning and sternly said, "I've already called the police. Don't think your reckless actions will make us back down. Let me tell you, it won't happen!"

Du Zhong looked at Gu Muer with admiration. He hadn't expected to see her again in this place. Her stunning beauty had left him in awe yesterday. The first time he saw someone who couldn't be described as just pretty, because seeing her made you feel a deep sense of beauty from the bottom of your heart.

A simple word, "beautiful," contained the most complex emotions.

"It's him!"

Gu Muer also noticed Du Zhong, glanced at him, and smiled, nodding.

Seeing this, Du Yehuo's eyes sparkled, and a smile curved her lips. She pulled Gu Muer to Du Zhong's side and said, "Let me introduce you. Sister Mu, this is my second brother, Du Zhong. Second Brother, this is our hospital's beauty, Gu Muer."

"Hello," Du Zhong smiled.

"Hello," Gu Muer smiled in response.

After a brief exchange, both of their eyes turned to the group of troublemakers, who had already started to get rough, smashing whatever they could.

"What are you doing? Do you know this is a crime?"

Gu Muer's face turned cold as she scolded them.

"You don't commit murder, but we do? Such a heartless hospital, heartless doctors, heartless nurses, what good are they? Smash them!"

Wang Liu roared, and the group immediately started to destroy things.

"You..."

Gu Muer was furious but helpless.

"Stop!"

Du Zhong's roar shook everyone's eardrums, and their actions stopped instinctively.

"Before you start, I have a question. Will you pay for the damage you cause?"

Du Zhong frowned and asked.

Everyone: ...

Stopping them just for this?

That's ridiculous!

"Pay your ass!"

A young man in mourning clothes, looking fierce, cursed.

Before the last word had even left his mouth, a large hand had already slapped him across the face. A scream and a few bloody teeth flew out as he was thrown heavily to the ground.

"Clean up your mouth!"

Du Zhong said coldly.

No one saw how he got there, and no one saw how he struck, but everyone saw how ruthless his move was.

This scene made Gu Muer frown slightly. In that moment, she felt a heavy aura of violence from Du Zhong.

"Beating people! Doctors are beating people! There's no justice, killing people and now beating people!"

Wang Liu screamed, but the middle-aged man's expression was somewhat panicked.

Du Zhong had already figured out that everything was orchestrated by this middle-aged man, Wang Liu. Dealing with him would make the rest easier.

In a flash, Du Zhong was beside Wang Liu, startling him.

"What do you want?"

Wang Liu asked, his expression panicked.

"How do you want to handle this?" Du Zhong asked, expressionless.

"Of course, you need to give us a satisfactory answer." Wang Liu quickly stepped back, not daring to meet Du Zhong's eyes.

"One million, will you leave?" Du Zhong asked.

"One million?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with intense color, then he realized Du Zhong wasn't wearing a doctor's uniform and started to doubt.

But Du Zhong had already confirmed that the man was after money, not an explanation.

"Indeed, it's about money. Since that's the case, there's no need to be polite."

Du Zhong moved directly, his hand passing through the man's arm, flipping his wrist upward, and immediately choking his throat. In a single, perfect move, he had the man in a hold before anyone could react.

"Ah! What... what are you doing?"

Wang Liu, now in a hold, panicked and asked. He had never encountered such a fierce opponent in all his years of causing trouble.

"I just want you to calm down and think about how to handle this."

Du Zhong did this because the hospital hadn't sent anyone responsible, indicating that the matter would be settled with money. But Du Zhong wanted a quick resolution to protect his sister.

"Boy, do you know Han Ge from the Development Zone? He's my buddy. You'd better let me go, or you'll regret it!"

The middle-aged man threatened, trying to sound tough.

Du Zhong smiled slightly, not responding, and instead dragged the man to the bed, lifting the white sheet covering the body.

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man shouted and rushed over.

"Everyone, be quiet. The person might not be dead."

Du Zhong's words shocked everyone.

Not dead?

How could that be? The person had no breath, how could they not be dead?

Gu Muer frowned, quickly stepped forward, and began to examine the person on the bed.

No pulse... no breath... no heartbeat... no blood pressure...

Definitely dead!

Gu Muer looked at Du Zhong in confusion. Du Zhong smiled slightly, still holding the man, and prepared to act.

His long experience in the field had made him particularly sensitive to subtle breathing sounds. During their conversation, he had noticed that the old man on the bed was still alive, in a state of "apparent death."

In this state, a person's breathing, heartbeat, and brain activity are highly suppressed, and their vital signs are extremely weak. They appear dead, and standard clinical tests show no signs of life, but they are still alive. With proper treatment, they can be revived.

A comrade of his had once been in this state, so Du Zhong knew about it.

Seeing Du Zhong about to act, the real family members were unwilling.

"What are you doing? The person is dead, why are you disturbing them?" the middle-aged man shouted.

"Shut up if you want to save him!"

Du Zhong barked, his powerful aura making everyone feel a deep sense of respect.

Before anyone could react, Du Zhong's left hand quickly pressed the patient's heart, threw the man aside, and quickly picked up the patient, using his waist to lift the spine, affecting all the internal organs. Then, he supported the old man's chest with his left hand and struck his back with his right hand.

After that, Du Zhong quickly placed the old man back on the bed.

He pinched the old man's Baihui point, and a few drops of blood flowed out.

After doing all this, Du Zhong stood aside and watched the old man on the bed.

The family members, troublemakers, and even the nurses were stunned by Du Zhong's series of actions. Regardless of the effect, the smooth and seamless movements were impressive.

Just as everyone was still in shock, the old man on the bed suddenly started to breathe, coughed a few times, and slowly woke up.

"Ah! Father, you're awake?"

The middle-aged man and the real family members rushed over, excited.

He's really alive?