coobybook Chapter 780 What’s the Use of You
Chapter 780 What’s the Use of You
At the end of the slightly dim corridor of Kuncheng Central Hospital, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant, Deng Zhouyi was pacing back and forth in front of the emergency room door in a panic.
The eye-catching red sign at the door of the operating room was like an ominous signal,
Warning of the dangerous situation inside, every second of flashing was like a heavy hammer, hitting Deng Zhouyi's heart hard.
Just when Deng Zhouyi was getting anxious and anxious, like a volcano about to erupt, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open.
A visiting doctor in a green surgical gown and a blue surgical cap came out quickly.
Deng Zhouyi rushed forward as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and asked anxiously and worriedly, "Doctor, how is the person inside?"
The female nurse hurriedly sorted out the medical equipment in her hands and responded very quickly:
"The injured person has lost too much blood and is in a very critical condition. We urgently need a large amount of blood transfusion. I am now going to the blood bank to get blood.
Please don't disturb me while I'm working, please be patient." Her voice was filled with professional calmness and decisiveness, leaving no room for doubt.
When Deng Zhouyi heard this, his heart tightened and he quickly moved to the side to make way for the female nurse.
The female nurse hurried away and her figure quickly disappeared from Deng Zhouyi's sight, leaving only a burst of hurried footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Deng Zhouyi was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. In desperation, he took out his mobile phone tremblingly, swiped his fingers quickly through the address book, found the old man's number, and dialed it without hesitation.
An old yet steady voice soon came from the other end of the phone, as if carrying an innate majesty:
"You kid called me suddenly, what's the matter? Tell me." The voice was like a sharp order, making Deng Zhouyi feel an invisible pressure in an instant.
Deng Zhouyi was frightened by the old man's intimidation, and his already nervous mood became even more like a frightened bird.
He stammered, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, Master Jing... I couldn't take good care of you. Please... punish me!"
His voice trembled slightly, as if he was telling the old man about his inner guilt and anxiety.
When the old man heard Deng Zhouyi's hesitant words, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and his tone instantly became icy cold, and he asked in a cold voice:
"What happened? Tell me quickly, don't be so hesitant. This is not like your usual style." The voice seemed to penetrate the phone and hit Deng Zhouyi's heart.
Deng Zhouyi's whole body trembled involuntarily, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force.
The voice was filled with tears as he said, "Mr. Jing was stabbed in the abdomen at home and lost too much blood. He is currently receiving emergency treatment at the city center hospital."
"What?" The old man was shocked when he heard this, and his voice revealed disbelief and anger.
"We were fine when we talked on the phone yesterday, but why today..." The old man was so angry that his voice trembled, and then he shouted angrily:
"Who is so bold as to kill my grandson?" The angry voice echoed in the phone, as if to shatter everything.
Deng Zhouyi knew Teng Zijing's deep affection for An Yu, and he was extremely conflicted. After hesitating for a long time, he stammered:
"I... I don't know. When I returned to the apartment, I saw Mr. Jing lying in a pool of blood." He didn't dare to tell the truth, fearing that the old man would vent his anger on An Yu.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the old man loudly ordering on the other end of the phone: "Come here, go to Fengteng International Private Apartments immediately.
Investigate the people who have been close to my grandson recently. I want to see who is so tired of living that they dare to target me."
"Yes." The person who received the order immediately left.
Then, the old man sternly lectured Deng Zhouyi on the phone, "Call 110 immediately and open an investigation. We will not stop until the murderer is caught."
Deng Zhouyi was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but blurt out, "Don't..."
The old man was furious when he heard this and shouted, "What? Are you being dishonest? Are you trying to play tricks on me?"
Deng Zhouyi was filled with complicated emotions at this moment, with anxiety, worry and helplessness intertwined in his heart.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept sliding down his forehead like pearls that had broken off the string.
He said in an almost pleading tone, "Old Master, please wait until Master Jing wakes up before making a decision, okay?"
"Just wait for me, kid. I'll settle the score with you when I get to the hospital. If you can't explain yourself, I'll skin you alive." Before he could finish his words, the old man hung up the phone with a "click".
Deng Zhouyi listened to the busy tone on the phone, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.
He knew that he would be severely criticized this time and might even face more severe punishment.
He dragged his heavy steps and sat down on the bench in the corridor. His eyes were empty and he looked dispirited, as if his soul had been pulled out.
At this moment, he could only pray silently in his heart that Teng Zijing would be safe and sound, while at the same time worrying about everything he would face next.
Just when Deng Zhouyi was filled with worry and had no idea how the situation would develop, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly came from the silent corridor.
The sound echoed in the empty corridor, as if knocking on his tense nerves. He subconsciously stood up and looked anxiously towards the end of the corridor.
Teng Junhao, Teng Zijing's father, walked with vigor and dignity.
His mother Ling Ya beside him looked anxious, and following closely behind them was none other than Deng Zhouyi's own mother Deng Min.
The three of them walked towards him quickly, as if swept by a storm.
Teng Junhao walked quickly while answering the phone behind him. His voice was deep and powerful, revealing the decisiveness and resoluteness of a superior:
"Immediately and strictly block the news of Zijing's murder. No leaks are allowed. The hospital will immediately dispatch security to covertly protect Zijing's safety.
At the same time, ensure the absolute confidentiality of the information and do not allow any mistakes." Every word was like an icy bullet, accurately conveying his orders.
Deng Min rushed to Deng Zhouyi angrily, her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.
Deng Zhouyi was frightened and lowered his head involuntarily, not daring to look directly into Ling Ya and her mother's eyes that were filled with anger and questioning.
His lips trembled slightly as he muttered softly, "Aunt Ling, Uncle Teng." His voice was as small as a mosquito's buzz and seemed so weak in this tense atmosphere.
Before Teng Junhao and Ling Ya could ask any questions, Deng Min was already furious and shouted, "Beast, kneel down!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, suddenly ringing out in the empty corridor. Deng Zhouyi knew clearly,
Sooner or later, he would have to face his mother's strict teachings, so without any hesitation, he knelt down in front of the three people with a plop.
Then, Deng Min raised his hand mercilessly and slapped the man. The crisp sound echoed for a long time in the silent corridor, hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Why don't you just die? Why was it Master Teng who got hurt? What on earth do you do for a living? If you can't even protect your master, what's the point of having you?"
Every word Deng Min said was like a sharp blade, stabbing Deng Zhouyi fiercely. Her face was full of anger and disappointment, and her chest was heaving violently, showing that she was extremely emotional.
Seeing Deng Min's angry expression, Ling Ya couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. She quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, trying to persuade her:
"Deng Min, don't be like this. Zhou Yi has always been decisive. There must be something hidden behind his actions today. Let the child speak slowly."
Although Ling Ya's voice was anxious, it still contained a hint of gentleness, trying to calm Deng Min's anger.
Teng Junhao also reached out to pull Deng Zhouyi's arm, and said in a serious but calm tone: "Get up, tell me what happened?"
His eyes were fixed on Deng Zhouyi, as if he wanted to find out the truth from his expression.
"My...uncle...Master Jing..." Deng Zhouyi pursed his lips, biting them until they were almost bleeding. He was extremely conflicted and didn't know how to start.
He was well aware of the complexity of the matter and that telling the truth could lead to a series of unpredictable consequences.
Seeing him hesitating like this, Deng Min became even more furious. She raised her hand again and slapped Deng Zhouyi on the other cheek.
Deng Zhouyi's cheek instantly turned red and swollen after the slap. Deng Min angrily yelled, "I'm giving you face, huh? You dare not reply to my words!"
Seeing this, Ling Ya hurriedly grabbed Deng Min again and said, "Deng Min, don't be impulsive. Let the child think it over before speaking. He will definitely speak."
Deng Zhouyi's head was buzzing from the beating, but he still summoned up all his courage and pleaded, "Uncle Teng, can we wait until Master Jing wakes up before we talk?"
When the three heard this, they all looked puzzled and asked in unison, "Why do we have to wait until Master Jing wakes up?"
"Why do we have to wait until Zijing wakes up?" Their eyes all fell on Deng Zhouyi, as if they wanted to see through him, eager to know what he was up to.
Under Yu Fei's escort, An Yu returned to her quiet private apartment. Yu Fei considerately accompanied her until she went into the bathroom.
When An Yu came out of the shower, her face was still as pale as paper, and her eyes revealed deep fatigue and fear.
With Yu Fei's gentle comfort, An Yu slowly lay down on the bed. Under the protection of Yu Fei's gentle gaze, she gradually fell asleep with the lingering fear after the fright.
In that dreamlike darkness, An Yu found herself in a secret room in the school library.
It was pitch black all around, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The thick darkness was like an invisible beast, swallowing her tightly.
Her heart instantly rose to her throat, and her breathing became rapid. With trembling hands, she groped hard in the darkness, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
Finally, her hand touched the cold door. However, when she pushed hard, she found that the door had been locked tightly by the administrator and did not budge.
Despair surged in her heart like a tide. She began to bang on the door, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Help! Is there anyone? Come and save me!"
However, the only response she got was the hollow echo of her own voice in the secret room, and no one came to save her.
As time passed, she felt her breathing became increasingly difficult, as if the air had become thicker and was tightly strangling her throat.
My vision gradually became blurred, and everything in front of me became hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of fog.
Her legs softened and she slowly squatted down on the ground along the door panel. At this moment, a slight rustling sound reached her ears.
She lowered her head in horror, and in the dim light, she saw dense swarms of beetles and centipedes crawling towards her quickly.
Their bodies twisted on the ground, making creepy noises.
An Yu was so frightened that her whole body was shaking. She shrank her body desperately and begged in a tearful voice, "Don't come over, don't come over..."
However, those horrific creatures seemed to have no intention of stopping and continued to advance towards her.
Just when she felt desperate, a tall figure slowly approached her from the darkness.
The figure seemed so blurry in the darkness, yet seemed to carry an inexplicable power.
He extended his hand and said in a gentle but firm voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here with you."
Then, the man gently lifted her up and held her sideways. In his warm embrace,
An Yu instantly felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if all her fears had disappeared at this moment.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not see his appearance clearly and could only vaguely make out the blurry outline of his appearance.