Chapter 295 - 293: Assassination
At this moment, Chen Tianlong glanced under the bed, his eyes shifted, and he began to slowly lower his body, lying on the floor and moving gradually.
The heels of his leather shoes gently touched the smooth tiles, emitting a faint sound in a rhythmic manner, until the sound suddenly intensified. Chen Tianlong knew the time had come.
"Go to hell."
Zhou Qianghan suddenly accelerated, darting towards the back of the hospital bed, then with great effort, he leaped, twisting his body mid-air, and a throwing knife flew from his right hand.
Ugh!
Chen Tianlong pushed against the bed’s foot with all his might, and his entire body slid out from under the bed along the smooth tiles, conveniently winding up in Zhou Qianghan’s previous position.
Although his back was in pain, Chen Tianlong couldn’t be bothered, hastily getting up and dashing towards the door.
"Trying to run, not so easy!"
Zhou Qianghan had another throwing knife in his hand, taking two steps forward, he flung it with force, targeting Chen Tianlong’s back with blazing speed.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the knife dropped to the ground as an unknown shuriken erupted, striking Zhou Qianghan’s knife.
Zhou Qianghan was aghast, hurriedly chasing after Chen Tianlong, trying to land a blow.
Just then, three shurikens swiftly flew towards him, shocking Zhou Qianghan into executing two consecutive backflips to dodge.
Getting up, he quickly scanned his surroundings, finding nothing amiss, immediately suspecting a hidden expert.
Considering for a moment, Zhou Qianghan decided not to engage further, leaping towards the window and shattering the glass for a quick escape.
Just then, the ward door was flung open, a bespectacled man rushed in, spotting Chen Tianlong leaning against the wall and panting heavily, he quickly approached, asking, "Chen Tianlong, are you okay? I rushed in when I heard sounds, what happened?"
"Yang Fan, someone just tried to kill me to silence me. It was close."
Seeing a familiar face, Chen Tianlong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he was puzzled, as Zhou Qianghan seemed to have been attacked by hidden weapons from someone else, forcing his departure. There’s only one big window, meaning the shuriken must have come from there.
In that light, there’s been a mysterious person assisting him from the window all along, unbeknownst to him, showcasing the mysterious person’s skill.
"Ah? What happened? Silencing... silencing?"
Yang Fan widened his eyes. It was Thursday, and he’d heard his roommate Chen Tianlong had been injured and hospitalised. He had arranged to come with Zhao Lei.
But just at the hospital gates, Zhao Lei urgently dashed to the bathroom, and now, Chen Tianlong had nearly been silenced.
"Well, fortunately, you didn’t arrive earlier, otherwise who knows what might have happened?"
Chen Tianlong still felt some lingering fear, it was unimaginable how perilous his recent events had been, surrounded by danger, leaving him restless.
After all, he’s just a student wanting to live a normal life, yet it’s more thrilling than his days as an assassin.
At least back then, others were the ones afraid, but now, he has too many attachments.
"Silencing? Who’s silencing, come out!"
Zhao Lei had just pushed the door open when he heard Yang Fan mentioning silencing, he was startled, then began to act tough.
"Tch, with your skills, you’re decent if you can protect yourself. Don’t think you’re a master just because you learned a few Taekwondo moves. Compared to Chen Tianlong, you’re just a shoe bearer." Yang Fan retorted.
"You... haha, I’m the shoe bearer, and you’re the shoe shiner, hahaha..." Zhao Lei laughed loudly.
"Seriously, don’t you see I’m injured here? You’re having such fun, truly bad friends." Chen Tianlong was speechless, as these two started bickering the moment they met, not stopping.
"Okay, big boss Chen Tianlong, are you alright, still alive?" Zhao Lei asked hurriedly.
"Peh, can you speak properly? He barely survived an assassination attempt, extremely dangerous, and you’re joking around." Yang Fan became obviously serious.
"Ah? That thrilling, damn, even an assassination attempt, Chen Tianlong, did you provoke some bigshot, why’s someone trying to kill you?"
Zhao Lei stopped joking, noticing Yang Fan’s serious talk, seemingly hinting at a real incident.
"Perhaps, since the matter is already here, I cannot help it."
Chen Tianlong felt there was no use regretting, since it was rescuing Huang Ziyan that led to this life-threatening ordeal, he had no regrets.
"Alright, alright, it’s over now, let’s not dwell on it. What’s your condition, Chen Tianlong, how long before you can leave?" Yang Fan exhaled deeply, asking with concern.
"Oh, given today’s state, I wish to leave soon. I’ll decide once a doctor examines me."
Chen Tianlong felt staying in the hospital was extremely dangerous. With today’s failed attempt, the assailants would surely seek another chance.
Thus he decided, the sooner he left the hospital the better, as the school was the safest place.
Various forces held back when it came to schools, as South Sea No.1 Middle School’s reach was vast, not only long tied to the four big families’ businesses, but the school’s founding sources were said to be extraordinary.
Given the stakes involving the four families in Nanhai City, even the toughest individuals on the street had to show respect and wouldn’t dare cause trouble in the school.
After some chatting, the three men avoided being overly sentimental and, after about an hour, Yang Fan and Zhao Lei left the ward.
Once the two left, nurses and doctors came to examine Chen Tianlong, only to find his wounds had miraculously healed, apart from some visible external suture marks, the internal wounds had already fused to flesh.
This was a medical marvel, as Chen Tianlong’s body had remarkably completed its healing process in just over twenty hours.
"Doctor, how am I? When can I be discharged?"
Chen Tianlong respectfully asked the doctor.
"Haha, to be honest, your body is quite mysterious. In my ten-plus years of practice, it’s the first time I’ve seen such rapid healing visible to the naked eye. Impressive physique." The doctor, a man in his forties, offered a thumbs-up in praise.
"Heh, is that so? It might be because I’ve been soaked in medicinal baths since childhood."
Chen Tianlong could only explain it this way. Indeed, during his childhood, an old master would immerse him in medicinal vats periodically, calling it body tempering.
Since then, Chen Tianlong rarely fell ill, something he couldn’t quite grasp.
"As for discharge, that’s up to you. In my opinion, there’s no necessity for hospitalization, but it’s best to be cautious for any unforeseen issues." The doctor smiled, explaining.