A Divine Farmer

Chapter 161 - Don't Force Me to Shoot!

After being asked again, the nurse snapped to attention and quickly replied, “You just need to go to the ICU…”

Zhang Xiaolong wasn't particularly interested in the answer. He leaned slightly forward, resting against the service counter, and asked nonchalantly, “Why are there police officers in the hospital? I heard about a shooting incident yesterday involving Miss Su. Is it possible that the perpetrator is being treated here?”

The nurse, having nothing else to occupy her, assumed the attractive gentleman was striking up a conversation. She responded, “Exactly. Ah, Miss Su is so beautiful and wealthy, yet sadly, those things don't matter now…”

“Can't our hospital save her?” inquired Zhang Xiaolong.

“In cases of such severe injuries, there's little hope of survival, even in the most advanced hospitals,” the nurse confided, glancing around to ensure no one else was listening. “At this point, it's merely about providing some comfort to the family.”

“I used to know Miss Su, but she's far too rich. Our paths were never meant to cross,” Zhang Xiaolong lamented. “Is she in the ICU?”

“No, she's in the VIP ward on the tenth floor…” As the nurse looked up, she realized the handsome man had vanished. She searched around in confusion and murmured, “Am I hallucinating?”

She wasn't hallucinating; Zhang Xiaolong had just moved too quickly, disappearing from her view in an instant.

Zhang Xiaolong headed straight for the VIP ward on the tenth floor, opting to take the stairs to avoid drawing attention.

Upon reaching the tenth floor, he found the stairwell entrance sealed off. Clearly, the VIP ward was well-protected.

With no other choice, he switched to the elevator. As soon as he emerged on the tenth floor, several police officers fixed their gaze on him, treating him as if he were a suspect.

“Who are you?” one of the officers inquired, eyeing him suspiciously. “What brings you here?”

“I'm in the ward to see a patient, of course…” Zhang Xiaolong began, but he was abruptly cut off.

“Move along. You're not the first journalist trying to slip in. We're not allowing any interviews on this matter. Leave now.” The officer mistook Zhang Xiaolong for a journalist looking to break a story and roughly shoved him back toward the elevator.

With the main entrance no longer an option, yet knowing Su Mei was on the tenth floor, Zhang Xiaolong's task became simpler.

Descending the stairs, he made his way to the rear of the hospital building, glanced upward, and with a surge of divine power, leapt towards the upper levels.

He couldn't leap directly to the tenth floor, but with his divine power and the Dragon Controlling True Spell, scaling the wall with the agility of a gecko was hardly a challenge.

Firefighters often possess the skill to scale buildings unaided, relying on strength and technique. For Zhang Xiaolong, however, these were trivial; he moved with even greater freedom than the firefighters, maintaining his grip on the sheer surfaces without any holds.

Once he determined the area to search, he proceeded swiftly. To his surprise, locating his target proved easier than expected; there was only one patient on the entire tenth floor.

That had to be Su Mei. It was no wonder the police had instantly known he wasn't there to visit a friend. With only Su Mei present, in her critical condition, there was truly no one else to see on that floor.

Xiaolong carefully opened the window and entered quietly. The nurse, tasked with special care, hadn't detected his presence before he rendered her unconscious with a swift palm strike.

Approaching the bed, he placed his hand on the patient's head, channeling a thread of divine power.

He quickly pinpointed the issue. A bullet lodged in the head had created a precarious balance; undisturbed, it might hold for a few more hours, but any movement, however slight, risked causing a massive brain hemorrhage and immediate death for the patient.

Zhang Xiaolong let out a sigh. It was no surprise that the hospital had no intention of performing surgery; the injury was simply inoperable.

What compounded his dilemma was that although he could attempt to heal the wound, he was unable to extract the bullet. Without removing it, his efforts to heal might be in vain, and the patient might never wake up.

The only solution now was to find a highly skilled surgeon who could collaborate with him. If someone could remove the bullet while the patient was under anesthesia, he could then quickly heal the wound, possibly saving the girl's life.

But where could he find such a doctor? And even if he did, the Su family would likely never believe in his ability to save her. They probably wouldn't allow anyone to intervene.

Peering through the oxygen mask, Zhang Xiaolong observed the girl named Su Mei. Despite her condition, her beauty was evident—her curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, she was picturesque.

Yet, without treatment, she would surely die within a few hours. And the consequences for Wang Zongming could be dire, potentially leading to a death sentence.

Zhang Xiaolong felt the weight of two lives on his shoulders, yet he was utterly clueless about what to do next.

This was the first time since receiving the Shennong Inheritance that he felt such a profound sense of helplessness.

As he frantically searched for a solution, his phone suddenly rang—it was Liu Juan calling. Without a second thought, Zhang Xiaolong quickly hung up, but not before the sound caught the attention of those outside. Someone immediately opened the door and spotted him.

“Who are you?” demanded a bodyguard from the Su family, charging forward.

Zhang Xiaolong had no desire for conflict. “Hold on, I can save Miss Su. Just give me a moment to find the best neurosurgeon available…”

But the bodyguards were not interested in listening. Seeing an intruder in the ward, they launched into action, throwing punches and kicks, intent on apprehending him first and asking questions later.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bodyguards were skilled fighters, but Zhang Xiaolong was out of their league. In an instant, before they could even graze his clothing, they were all lying on the ground, defeated.

“Freeze! Move again, and I'll shoot!” The police, initially stationed at the elevator entrance, quickly responded to the noise.

Four officers, four guns, all trained on the assailant inside.

“I'm here to save someone,” Zhang Xiaolong said, raising his hands in cooperation. He understood that failing to comply could lead to them opening fire. “Get the top surgeon here. I can save Su Mei.”

“Better start thinking about your own defense!” a police officer retorted as he swiftly handcuffed Zhang Xiaolong.

“I can really save her, but there's no time to waste!” Zhang Xiaolong pleaded urgently.

“Take him away!” His pleas fell on deaf ears.

With a snap, the handcuffs on Zhang Xiaolong's wrists broke into pieces. His actions were lightning-fast, disarming the four officers before they could react, now holding their pistols.

The cold barrel pointed at the lead officer, he demanded, “Find the best surgeon now, or I'll be forced to shoot!”

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