flstandardbreds Chapter 1018 The Truth Stained with Blood and Tears
Chapter 1018 The Truth Stained with Blood and Tears
The atmosphere in the military hospital canteen was unusually heavy because of those few pieces of metal.
Wu Lan quickly stood up, took out her camera from her briefcase, and adjusted the focus on the shards on the plate.
He snapped several photos in quick succession, clearly recording every angle. These photos will serve as important legal evidence for subsequent investigations.
Cao Guohua looked at the photo, his brow still furrowed, and continued his introduction in a heavy tone:
"From the examinations during the treatment process, it was found that the patient had suffered brutal persecution by many people, with multiple injuries to his body, and eventually fainted due to the unbearable abuse."
Her vital signs were already very weak when she was taken to the hospital; if it had been any later, I'm afraid…
He didn't say anything more, but everyone present understood the danger lurking in his unfinished words.
Xing Zhongxing's face was ashen, his hand gripping the chopsticks so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "These beasts, they have no humanity at all!"
Jiang Chengyu put down the soup bowl, took a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth, then crumpled it into a ball and rubbed it in his hand several times, as if he could crush the murderer in this way.
The scars I saw during the surgery, combined with Cao Guohua's words, are now even more shocking.
Mu Xiaoji remained silent, her gaze fixed on the window. The sunlight was dazzlingly bright, yet it couldn't penetrate the chill in the restaurant.
Xiao Huo stood to the side, his earlier ease gone, and he felt a tightness in his throat.
He then understood why Professor Cao and Professor Luo were in such a hurry to find Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji to come over for a joint consultation!
This is not a simple act of treatment; it is clearly piecing together a torn-up life and a truth stained with blood and tears.
After breakfast, Luo Shaoqing arranged for Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji to go to their usual spot—the lounge next to Cao Guohua's office—to rest for a while.
Cao Guohua then led Xing Zhongxing and the others out of the restaurant and headed straight for the inpatient department.
As you walk through the bustling lobby, you'll often hear doctors, patients, or colleagues greeting you with a smile: "Professor Cao."
Cao Guohua nodded in response to each one, without stopping. After passing through several corridors, they finally arrived at the entrance of the gynecology ward.
When Cao Guohua pushed open the door, the group looked at the woman on the hospital bed and exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief.
The woman on the hospital bed was covered in various instruments and tubes connected to monitoring equipment, and her pale face bore several bruises and abrasions.
Even with the oxygen mask covering his face, one could still vaguely make out the features of his sleeping face.
Wu Lan spoke first, her tone uncertain: "Captain Xing, is it her?"
Cao Guohua looked at the group and asked in confusion, "What, do you know this patient?"
Xing Zhongxing sighed and said in a deep voice, "A few days ago at the airport, someone planted a baby time bomb on An Ran and Teng Zijing. I wonder if Professor Cao has seen the news about it?"
Cao Guohua's brows furrowed sharply, his tone tinged with doubt: "Are you saying that she's the one who planted the bomb?"
Wu Lan nodded, her tone becoming more certain: "The profile picture retrieved from the airport surveillance footage has been compared with hers, and it should be her."
“You all said it was a side profile, isn’t there a possibility of mistaken identity?” Cao Guohua still had some doubts, after all, the matter was of great importance and he couldn’t make a conclusion based on just a side profile.
Wang Weidong's lips curled into a roguish smile: "Isn't this easy to handle? Just give Master Jing a call and have him come over to take a look in person, and everything will be clear, right?"
Cao Guohua suddenly realized: "So, Master Jing has met the person who planted the time bomb?"
Xing Zhongxing nodded in confirmation: "That's what Teng Zijing said. He bumped into this woman at a European airport."
The plan to drop the bomb was not carried out until they returned to Kunming Airport.
Wu Lan turned to Zhai Minghao: "Minghao, why don't you call Master Jing?"
"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhai Minghao replied, turned around and quickly walked out of the ward.
The ward fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on the woman on the hospital bed again, their expressions complicated.
No one expected that this victim, who had just been pulled back from the brink of death,
It may be related to the bombing incident not long ago. This sudden reversal makes the matter even more confusing.
Inside the Teng family villa, the old man's angry pounding on the door of the first-floor bedroom, mixed with curses, came from inside:
"You brat, open the door if you dare! I'll spank your ass!"
Ling Ya came downstairs, heard the noise, walked to the bedroom door, and tried turning the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. "Dad, why did you lock yourself in?"
"Am I crazy to lock myself in?" the old man yelled angrily from inside. "It's all because of your good son! Go get the key and open the door!"
"Okay, okay, Dad, don't be angry, I'll go get it right away." Ling Ya gently comforted him, then turned and hurried upstairs.
In the living room, Deng Min sat on the sofa, holding her baby and breastfeeding. The little one looked very satisfied, sucking on the nipple with his little mouth, and the formula in the bottle was gradually going to run out.
He held the bottle handle with one little hand and gripped the drawstring on Teng Zijing's hoodie tightly with the other, as if afraid that the person would run away.
Teng Zijing squatted beside the coffee table, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at the little guy, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table rang, breaking the momentary tranquility.
Teng Zijing glanced at the caller ID, reached out and answered, his tone returning to its usual cold and hard tone: "Speak."
On the other end of the phone, Zhai Minghao stood in the corridor of the military hospital, speaking rapidly but clearly: "Brother Jing, this is Zhai Minghao, a police officer from the Municipal Public Security Bureau."
We received an emergency call from Professor Luo Shaoqing of the military hospital and rushed over without hesitation. General Manager Jiang and General Manager Mu had just finished surgery.
Professor Luo found a woman who had been persecuted at a nearby abandoned steel plant during his free clinic yesterday; she had just been rescued.
When we went to visit her with Professor Cao, we discovered that she might be a suspect in the baby bombing at the airport.
The surveillance footage only shows half of her face in profile, so I can't be completely sure if you've seen her before.
Could you please come over in person to verify her identity?
Teng Zijing's face instantly darkened, and his body temperature seemed to drop several degrees. He said succinctly, "Understood, I'll be there right away."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, grabbed the collar of his hoodie, took it off cleanly, and threw it on the sofa.
Xiao Bao, clutching the drawstring of his hoodie, continued kicking it happily.
Deng Min said anxiously, "Young Master, go put on some clothes quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."
Teng Zijing looked at the little guy and smiled slightly: "It's okay, Aunt Deng, don't worry!"
After speaking, Teng Zijing revealed his smooth and firm muscle lines and walked straight upstairs to his bedroom.
Just as he turned the corner upstairs, he saw Ling Ya rush into his arms in a panic.
"Ah!" Ling Ya exclaimed in surprise. Just as she felt her center of gravity shift, a strong and powerful hand wrapped around her waist.
"Mom, be careful. You're not young anymore. What's the rush? That old man won't break down anytime soon."
As he spoke, he took her hand and placed a bunch of keys into her palm—the keys to the old man's bedroom.
He didn't linger and went straight to his bedroom.
"Hey? You silly child!" Ling Ya turned to look at his bare back and scolded, "Going shirtless in this cold weather, be careful not to catch a cold!"
Before he could finish speaking, the bedroom door slammed shut.
Ling Ya, holding the keys, hurried downstairs. She had just reached the door of the old man's bedroom when…
Then there was a loud "bang" from inside, like the sound of a door being kicked, accompanied by the old man's stubbornness mixed with a hint of resignation, or perhaps a delaying tactic:
"You brat! Open the door for me, and I won't fight you for Xiaobao anymore. You can hold him as much as you want today."
"Dad, stop kicking! Open the door! Open the door!" Ling Ya quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.
The door had barely opened a crack when the old man hurriedly squeezed out, carrying only a slipper.
He headed straight for the living room—he was still thinking about fighting with his grandson for the baby. Ling Ya froze on the spot and quickly stepped aside.
The old man rushed to the sofa, only to find Deng Min holding Xiao Bao; Teng Zijing was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the stairwell. Teng Zijing had changed into a black shirt.
He walked down in a sharp suit, his hair meticulously styled.
The old man slowly approached, his face carrying a serious expression that was neither hurried nor relaxed.
Seeing this, Teng Zijing quickly smiled and said, "Grandpa, please hold Xiaobao. I have some urgent business to attend to."
"What's the rush!" The old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped him on the butt with his slipper.
Teng Zijing was hit and jumped up and ran away in pain, shouting as he ran:
"Ouch! Grandpa! Are you still my real grandpa? You hit me way too hard!"
Before the words were even finished, the person had already dashed out the door, leaving only a trail of fading echoes behind.
The old man weighed the slippers in his hand, watching the direction the man had disappeared in, but a sly smile crept onto his lips.
Turning around, he reached out to the baby in Deng Min's arms: "Come here, baby, let great-grandpa hold you..."
A row of luxury cars sped along the road, their engines roaring and cutting through the air.
The towering buildings outside the car window rushed past, blurring into a blur of light and shadow.
On the rooftop of a tall building, a sniper with dyed blond hair and blue eyes is setting up his gun, his eyes fixed on the convoy below.
He pulled his phone from his leather jacket, dialed a number, and reported in a low voice:
"Boss, the target is heading towards the outskirts, meaning it's heading out of the city. Ever since the baby bomb incident, that kid's defenses have clearly increased."
On the other end of the phone, a gust of sea breeze howled. In a luxurious private room on the cruise ship, Feng Zhan reclined on a chaise lounge.
Chang Miaomiao nestled affectionately in his arms, using a silver skewer to pick up a grape and gently put it into his mouth.
Feng Zhan chewed contentedly, raised his hand and placed a light kiss on Chang Miaomiao's forehead, casually asking into the phone, "Where is that woman?"
"It's all taken care of, boss, don't worry." The sniper's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.
“Keep an eye on her,” Feng Zhan said, his fingertips tracing a strand of Chang Miaomiao’s hair, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.
"Once I find an opportunity, I'll take care of him. As long as it makes my darling happy, you'll all get your share of the benefits."
"Yes, boss!" the sniper replied respectfully. After hanging up the phone, he refocused his gaze on the scope, his eyes as cold as frost.
On the chaise lounge, Chang Miaomiao looked up at Feng Zhan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
But her voice was quickly replaced by a gentle tone: "Second Master, isn't this too risky?"
If your elder brother finds out that you've stood up for me, won't my life be in danger?
Feng Zhan pinched her chin and smiled playfully: "Adventure? For you, this little bit of risk is nothing."
I am me, and he is him; it's none of his business who I stand up for, so my dear, you can rest assured.
His gaze fell on Chang Miaomiao's red lips, his hot breath spraying on her face, and a hint of ruthlessness and ambition flashed in his eyes.