Madman!

Chapter 99: They Are Simply Lawless

"Doctor, Doctor! It's an emergency!"

"How was he injured...?" The triage nurse rushed over to check. Consciousness: normal. Breathing: normal. Pulse: normal...

"What are you looking at? Call the doctor already!" Ah Fei shoved the nurse aside.

"How can I call a doctor if I don't know the patient's condition? How do I arrange treatment?" The nurse glared furiously at Ah Fei.

"He was stabbed by an expert! A knife wound! Can't you see the blood all over him? Just write that down..." Ah Fei pointed aggressively. "Hurry up! If anything happens to my Boss, you're dead."

"Bring him over here..." The nurse, exasperated, signaled Ah Fei to help the man into the emergency room and quickly went to notify the doctor.

Moments later, a doctor entered with several nurses.

"Where is the injury?"

"Stomach? Cut his clothes open."

"Wait a second, my clothes are expensive, over a thousand bucks." Chen Wujun unbuttoned the shirt himself, revealing a stomach covered in dried blood...Spend what you must, but save where you can!

"Where's the wound?" The doctor and nurses couldn't find a single scratch on Chen Wujun's stomach.

"Ah Fei, you tell them."

Ah Fei pulled two stacks of cash from his pocket and stuffed them into the doctor's hands. "My Boss was stabbed by a hitman. Two stabs in the stomach, fractured chest. You handle it like that. You know how to write the medical records... This is a thank-you gift, and there will be another one later..."

Hearing this, the doctor immediately understood.

"This is difficult for me. The police have been checking strictly lately..." The doctor frowned.

For the past two days, the Federal Police had notified every hospital in North Port to report all gunshot wounds, sharp weapon injuries, and severe blunt force trauma.

"Difficult? Then today you'll have two stab wounds and a fractured chest... How does that sound? You get paid for writing a medical record, do I really need to teach you?" Ah Fei's expression instantly turned menacing.

"It's not that I don't want to help, I do, but if the Federal Police come to check..." The doctor warned with a troubled look.

Normally, gang members had criminal records and hated dealing with the police.

"I walk the straight and narrow; let them check if they want!" Chen Wujun spoke up from the stool.

"I'll help you..." Seeing Chen Wujun's attitude, the doctor immediately changed his tune.

He didn't want to go looking for trouble.

Ah Fei immediately stuffed the money into the doctor's pocket and turned to the two nurses nearby. "Keep your mouths shut, and there will be gifts for you too. Otherwise..."

Ah Fei made a threatening face.

The two nurses rolled their eyes at him. They had been in the hospital long enough to see all kinds of patients.

"What's with that look... I won't hold it against you today..." Ah Fei muttered resentfully.

The doctor stepped forward and pressed on Chen Wujun's stomach. It didn't feel like pressing on human flesh, but rather on an iron plate. He instantly understood.

This was a New Arts martial artist.

"How does it feel?"

"It's bleeding, Doctor..." Chen Wujun stated.

"Multiple sharp weapon stab wounds..." The doctor instructed the nurse to write the medical record.

"And the chest?" the doctor asked.

"Fractured..."

"Severe chest contusion accompanied by suspected fracture," the doctor continued dictating.

"Anywhere else uncomfortable?"

"I'm fading fast, Doctor!"

"Hemorrhagic shock..."

"Disinfect and bandage him first, then get a CT scan... Do you want to be hospitalized or...?"

"Hospitalized, of course! I want a private room! And remember to put some blood on the gauze..."

Suddenly, a nurse's voice came from outside: "You can't go in, there's a patient inside."

The ward door was slammed open. Several lackeys blocked the doorway, ready to curse, but then they saw Shark Jiu striding in.

"Sister Shark Jiu."

"What happened?" Shark Jiu pushed past the lackeys. Her gaze swept over Chen Wujun, who looked rosy-cheeked and full of vigor—hardly like an injured man.

The blood on his stomach had already dried.

"Assassinated by four experts. Sister Shark Jiu, I'm seriously injured right now!" Chen Wujun said faintly, lying on the emergency table.

Seeing him like this, Shark Jiu almost laughed out loud.

Half an hour later, Chen Wujun had been processed and moved to a ward, his stomach and chest wrapped in thick bandages.

Shark Jiu had someone buy a basket of apples. She picked one up and started crunching on it loudly.

"Senior Sister, I'm the patient here," Chen Wujun said, reaching out for an apple.

"Do you want me to peel it for you?" Shark Jiu glanced at him askance.

"That would be fine too..." Chen Wujun considered it.

Shark Jiu raised her hand and pelted an apple at Chen Wujun.

"My Head Horse is heavily injured, so I had to come and see. Since I've seen you, I'm leaving." After eating two apples, Shark Jiu stood up and left with her people.

"Go find a few magazines for me to read," Chen Wujun instructed from the bed.

"Curry, what are you and Ah Wei doing here? Go to the market! Don't let any trouble start while I'm gone."

"By the way, have someone bring Ah Qi to the hospital for my lesson. Her leg should be mostly healed by now."

Less than an hour later, a male and a female Federal Police officer arrived at the ward.

"What do you want?" Several lackeys blocked the door immediately.

"Federal Police. You'd best clear the way." The two officers produced their badges.

"Police think they're special? There's a patient inside."

"Not moving, huh? Obstructing an investigation—believe it or not, we'll arrest you all!"

"Let them in," Chen Wujun said, hearing the commotion outside.

Hearing the doctor mention earlier that the police were checking strictly, he had guessed the reason.

They were investigating Harris's disappearance.

Harris was a Mutated expert, and he had a gun. Currently, anyone hospitalized with injuries was a suspect.

The lackeys at the door resentfully stepped aside.

The two officers walked into the ward warily. Scanning the room, they saw a muscular youth holding a copy of an erotic magazine.

"Police business. Please cooperate," the male officer said.

"Name."

"Chen Wujun."

"Address."

"Walled City!"

The two officers looked at each other.

The Walled City was a notorious lawless zone.

"Occupation?"

"I run an arcade... you know? For playing with joysticks!"

"How did you get injured?"

"I just left my shop when a bunch of people rushed out and stabbed me! They even said they'd spill my blood on the street. Officers, they are simply lawless! Attacking people in broad daylight!"

"Do you know who did it?"

"Definitely Lidong's people. They're the most lawless bunch in the Walled City. Collecting protection fees, selling Number 4, forcing women into prostitution—they commit every crime imaginable. Officers, you must catch them!" Chen Wujun said with a grin.

The two officers finished their notes, turned around, and left.

Clearly, this injured man wasn't a prime suspect, though they didn't completely trust him either.

After leaving, they radioed back: "Guanfuchang Hospital just admitted an injured man. New Arts martial artist, sharp weapon stab wounds. Name is Chen Wujun... Claims he was stabbed by Lidong's people..."

Meanwhile, news of Chen Wujun being stabbed by hitmen reached the ears of many in the Walled City.

"Go buy a fruit basket. We'll visit the hospital later," Ah Hao instructed a lackey.

"What should I buy?"

"Apples. For safety and peace!"

After a thought, he called Karen.

"Ah Jun was stabbed. Do you want to go see him?"

"I'm on my way. If you're coming, I'll wait for you downstairs at the hospital..." Karen replied from the other end of the line.

...

"They still failed to kill him? The people from Shengsha are useless!" Fire Dragon said irritably upon hearing that Chen Wujun wasn't dead.

"They say it was several experts with strength comparable to Yu Wei..."

"Bullshit! If they were comparable to Yu Wei, he would have been beaten to death long ago!" Fire Dragon snapped.

"Notify the people at Shengsha!"

...

"Brother Ji Xiang, that Chen Wujun was assassinated and seriously injured."

"Tell me what happened."

After learning the details, Ji Xiang gloated, "It was probably arranged by Lidong."

"He caused Lidong so much trouble; they definitely couldn't swallow that insult."

"Does that guy really think Shark Jiu can protect him? Being so arrogant and making so many enemies, he'll be beaten to death sooner or later!" Ji Xiang sneered, eyes full of mockery.

"Lidong certainly won't let this go."

"We'll just sit and watch. See when he gets beaten to death!"

...

Ah Qi arrived at the hospital on crutches, following Xiang Zai.

Outside Chen Wujun's ward, she heard a lively commotion inside.

"I don't know where Lidong found them, but those hitmen were each as strong as Yu Wei..."

"But I was alert. I sensed something wrong, slapped one hitman on the head, and killed him instantly."

"There was another hitman. One kick had at least a thousand kilograms of force... I smashed him right into the ground..."

"The worst one was the last guy. I threw a pot of hot oil over him; I could even smell the fragrance..."

"But I took two stabs as well. Small problem. In ten days or so, I'll go beat them to death..."

Chen Wujun lay on the bed, grinning as he boasted to Karen and Ah Hao.

"Looking at you, it seems like nothing's wrong... full of vigor..." Ah Hao laughed.

Chen Wujun immediately changed his tone. "What do you mean 'nothing's wrong'? Can't you see I'm almost dead?"

"I'm forcing myself to stay awake to talk to you... I have no strength left... I need to rest..."

Ah Hao and Karen laughed. "Then rest well."

As the two exited, they saw a thin, petite woman with glasses who looked very well-behaved standing outside on crutches.

"You've got the wrong room..." Ah Hao remarked casually, then swaggered off with Karen and their entourage.

After a few steps, Karen heard the sound of crutches tapping. She glanced back and saw the thin, petite woman actually entering Chen Wujun's ward.

The lackeys didn't stop her.

"I thought she had the wrong room... I couldn't tell Ah Jun liked that type..." Ah Hao looked back as well and laughed.

...

"Are you okay?" Ah Qi stood by the hospital bed on her crutches, looking at the thick gauze wrapped around Chen Wujun's chest and stomach.

Blood was seeping through the gauze on his stomach.

But looking at Chen Wujun's eyes, they were still bright, as if nothing had happened.

However, judging by the bandages, she felt his injuries might be severe.

"Of course I'm not okay. How could I be?"

"We can study in a few days; you don't have to push yourself so hard," Ah Qi comforted him.

"I'm not dead yet, so I still need to learn." Chen Wujun looked completely unbothered, then said to his lackeys, "Make some room. With so many people crowded in here, I can't catch my breath."

Then he saw Ah Qi pull a middle school mathematics textbook from the bag Xiang Zai was carrying.

He immediately felt even more breathless.

...

At 10:30 PM, the hospital lights were off. Chen Wujun jumped off the bed, pulling on his trousers and shirt. Only Ah Fei and four lackeys were at the door; these were the reliable and loyal ones Ah Fei had picked.

"Keep watch here. No one is allowed in."

"One of you, go lie on the bed."

Chen Wujun gave a few instructions.

"Don't worry, Brother Jun."

Chen Wujun nodded, then swaggered off with Ah Fei, heading downstairs via the fire escape.

They got into a van and headed for the market.