Chapter 74: Wake Up, Demon King! (1)

  "Are we leaving now?" Ling Fei asked cautiously, calming himself down a bit.

  The middle-aged man shook his head, flicked off the cigarette ash; "What time is it now? I still need to sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow."

  "This..." Ling Fei didn't expect that after talking for half a day, this middle-aged man still refused to go and rescue Mo Yan. But Ling Fei wasn't the kind of person who would easily give up either. He sat back in his chair, looked at the middle-aged man, and said seriously: "Sir, I'm begging you, please, you must save my friend..."

  The middle-aged man heard this, and a faint smile that was hard to detect appeared at the corner of his mouth. He pretended to yawn and stretched lazily; "What's in it for me? Tell me, if you can't move my price, I won't go."

  Ling Fei hummed and thought for a moment, his entire body including his clothes and underwear were worth no more than 500 yuan. The price the middle-aged man mentioned would definitely not be equivalent to 500 yuan. Closing his eyes, he suddenly remembered the one million yuan that Gao Changfeng had promised him. Although he hadn't taken it then, he knew that as long as he was willing to speak up, Gao Changfeng wouldn't hesitate to give him the one million yuan. After all, his daughter was in Ling Fei's class, and if he dared to pretend to be arrogant, Ling Fei would take revenge on his daughter.

  Thinking of this, Ling Fei opened his eyes and stretched out a trembling finger.

  Middle-aged people were stunned after watching; "One hundred million?"

  As soon as these words came out, Ling Fei almost slid off his chair, and even Che Shen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Stop stalling, are you going or not?"

  The car god rubbed his forehead, and his eyes became a bit fierce. Since he was sitting slightly behind Ling Fei, Ling Fei didn't notice the change in his eyes. However, the middle-aged man saw it clearly. Facing the car god's threat, the middle-aged man moved his throat and let out a helpless bitter laugh: "Alright, alright, I'll go! Do I have to?!"

  Ling Fei heard this and stood up with surprise and delight, bowing deeply; "Thank you!"

  In Ling Fei's creed, it was impossible for a middle-aged man to subdue the demon, but since he had saved him, Ling Fei couldn't care less about that now. He looked at the middle-aged man with gratitude and immediately shifted his gaze to Che Shen. The more he looked at this seemingly ordinary taxi driver who kept surprising him, the more he found himself unable to see through him clearly.

  Suddenly, Ling Fei realized that he didn't even know the name of the Car God. The business card that the Car God had given him last time only had a strange symbol and a phone number on it. Thinking about this, Ling Fei felt very incredulous. He was actually interacting with someone whose name he didn't even know, and yet he had an inexplicable sense of trust in him. In the past, this would have been unthinkable. Ling Fei couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Is this what they mean by 'charisma'?"

  The middle-aged man tidied up his appearance, took off the white coat, put on a gray sweater, casually put on a pair of pants, scratched his hair and rushed to Che Shen and Ling Fei; "This kid will sleep here first, we'll go first, your friend should be a vegetable?"

  Ling Fei nodded; "It's almost because of severe injury, deep coma."

  The middle-aged man nodded after hearing the words: "Well, this is easy to handle, let's go. I estimate that we can be back before dawn." As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall, its hands pointing to 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, and turned around to walk outside.

  Ling Fei and Che Shen exchanged a glance, with amusement in Che Shen's eyes, while Ling Fei's eyes were filled with deep puzzlement and incomprehension...

  ……

  After leaving the clinic, the middle-aged man carefully locked the door and vigilantly looked around, afraid that a thief might be eyeing his home.

  The car god kicked him in annoyance; "Don't look anymore, with this broken house of yours, it's a waste to give it away for free. They'll even consider whether it's worth wasting their time."

  The middle-aged man was unwilling to listen, turned his head and glared at the car god with a fierce momentum; "You don't understand anything! There are my matched medicines and some prescriptions in here, they're all treasures on the market! Can you afford to compensate if someone steals them? Can you afford it?" As he spoke, the middle-aged man scolded a few sentences with flying spittle, then touched the rusty big iron door, turned his head to look at the car god, hummed, and walked towards the car god's taxi.

  Ling Fei stood aside, awkwardly rubbed his nose, looking at the middle-aged man's back, and whispered to Che Shen: "This person has a really weird temper."

  The god of cars shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand to tap his head, and gave Ling Fei a mysterious smile; "He's an idiot."

  “……”

  After the three got on the car, Ling Fei immediately busied himself with fastening his seatbelt and grasping the handle above the door with both hands, only then did his expression seem a bit more at ease. On the other hand, the middle-aged man was even calmer than Ling Fei, slowly and steadily pulling up the safety belt buckle on his body, then crossing his arms over his legs, closing his eyes to wait for the driver to start the car.

  "Hold on!" This was Che Shen's usual phrase before driving, and this time was no exception. Before the words had even fallen, Che Shen started the engine and sped off directly.

  At midnight, the streets were deserted with few cars and pedestrians. However, the extreme speed of the car god still made people feel uneasy and palpitate. After leaving the residential area and turning out of the small alley, it directly rushed onto the road, without asking Ling Fei, and headed straight to the hospital where Mo was staying.

  ……

  In the hospital, Demon quietly lay on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face, and the mist that occasionally sprayed out proved he was still alive. He had been surviving on IV fluids for so long, and Demon looked very thin. The once "handsome" face had turned pale and haggard, but this also proved that there was still spiritual energy inside him. Otherwise, he would have become like Ling Fei's face a long time ago.

  The instrument next to him made a steady beeping sound, and outside the glass window, several doctors and nurses were paying attention to Mo's condition and taking notes. One of them, a middle-aged doctor who looked rather stupid, said to the old man beside him, "Director Wang, although the patient's condition is stable, there is no sign of waking up. What do you think? Should we start the operation?"

  The old man heard this, furrowed his brow and looked at the bedridden Demon King, sighed, touched the white coat on his body, with his ID card hanging on it, Wang Haide, attending physician of neurology department, director of neurology department. This time, the Demon King's condition was attributed to neurological trauma, so he should be assigned as the attending physician.

  "Is family consent allowed? If family does not allow it, even if the patient is in critical condition, surgery cannot be performed."

  Wang Haide sighed and said something that surprised the middle-aged man.

  "Why? Are you just going to watch as the patient dies?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Haide in surprise, incredulous.

  Wang Haide shook his head, looking at Xie Mo who was lying on the hospital bed with a calm gaze. Having spent nearly twenty years in the hospital, he had seen too many lives and deaths, and had personally saved and killed countless people. This made him view life and death as trivial matters. If he were to forcibly perform the surgery and something went wrong, it would be a consequence he couldn't bear. That's just how society is - when interests are involved, human life becomes so cheap.

  "Wait, the patient is stable, but relying on intravenous fluids to sustain life is not a solution. Go contact the hospital director and have him discuss with Director Gan whether to perform surgery and who will take responsibility for the consequences."

  The old man rubbed his temples and waved his hand, instructing the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man might have just entered the hospital, but he couldn't help taking a glance at the demon-slaying, and for an instant, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of pity. He let out a sigh, then turned to follow Wang Haide's orders. He was powerless to change this situation, even if he wanted to; he simply didn't have the strength. It was as if someone on the street was shouting, but it wasn't him who was crazy - it was the entire world. Humans are social creatures; those who don't fit in are doomed to perish.

  After the middle-aged man left, Wang Haide looked at Xie Mo with regret and muttered to himself; "So young, yet he has to die, it's really a pity." Turning around, he said to the nurse who was recording on the side; "You go back first, I'll call you when Dr. Zhang comes back."

  The little nurse was taken aback, then put away her pen and nodded, turning around and leaving as well.

  Wang Haide walked to the plastic chair by the corridor and sat down slowly, rubbing his hair while thinking of a solution. This time, the assassination attempt had put a lot of pressure on the hospital. In fact, Bing Xin had come once before but couldn't do anything about it. In the end, several people decided to wait for Ling Fei to perform surgery on the assassin, but due to some issues, he hadn't arrived to sign yet. Without Gan Feng's orders, the hospital didn't dare take matters into their own hands, so this matter had been dragging on until now, causing the assassin to become increasingly haggard.