Chapter 526: Chapter 510: Forty-Four Death Checks

When Wang Xinfa entered the Executive Government building, treating Qian Huan as if he were a dead man, Feng Mu remained steadfast at the door of the emergency room.

His bloodstained coat hadn’t even been changed, his hands gripped tightly, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Qian Huan lying on the operating table.

Thanks to the high-end, luxurious, top-notch VIP emergency room.

The panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass turned the bloody rescue process into a high-level medical performance, much like an open kitchen in some restaurants, allowing waiting guests to see the chef handling each ingredient.

Each precise removal of glass shards by the lead surgeon was as graceful and composed as a chef handling top-grade Wagyu beef;

The nurse’s movements in handing over instruments were comparable to a sommelier pouring wine for a distinguished guest;

Even the beeping of the monitors seemed like a meticulously calibrated dinner bell.

Qian Huan [31/417].

Under Feng Mu’s constant gaze, Qian Huan’s blood bar basically maintained the state of "a sliver of blood."

Feng Mu didn’t need to donate his blood; there were several blood bags hanging during the surgery.

Feng Mu discovered a mechanism that might be considered a bug, where the blood transfusion through these blood bags could actually replenish Qian Huan’s blood bar.

Hmm, blood bags replenishing blood makes sense.

However, this replenishment only maintained the numerical value of blood volume; it couldn’t truly heal his injuries. To get him out of danger, surgical rescue was still required.

Nonetheless, this mechanism was still quite imba.

If not for this, Qian Huan might have already succumbed, dying on the operating table.

What Feng Mu had to do was simple: every time he saw Qian Huan’s blood bar showing a natural recovery trend, he immediately switched off the [Blood Bar Deceit Eye].

Instantly, all the instruments in the emergency room emitted a piercing wail.

And when the doctors were at a loss and unable to recover, he quietly turned the [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] back on, allowing Qian Huan to slowly crawl back little by little from death’s door.

Thus, after thirteen rounds of such torture, the doctors in the emergency room began to feel that they might need rescuing themselves.

The lead surgeon’s arm involuntarily spasmed from maintaining precise movements for so long, the anesthesiologist’s forehead dripped with beads of sweat, and the nurses’ movements in exchanging instruments grew as stiff as zombies.

But none of them stopped; they continued to persevere stubbornly, each inwardly acknowledging:

"Prison Director Qian’s will to survive is incredibly strong. I’ve pronounced countless patients dead in my life, but he is the one who least wants to die."

If it were an ordinary patient, the doctors may have pronounced the rescue futile long ago—no, the hospital wouldn’t have accepted him in the first place, only passing the case to the crematorium.

But, this was the noble VVIP, everything was fully transparent with recording, and the man outside accompanied Ms. Li throughout, watching intently. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

So, they just kept at it...

And so, the rescue time was repeatedly extended, and Qian Huan was tossed between life and death over and over.

Friends who have been in the ICU likely understand that with this kind of repeated rescue, even if a person is eventually saved, the odds are they’ve been broken beyond repair, left bedridden and vegetative.

"That’s about enough."

Feng Mu silently counted to forty-four in his heart, finally deciding to stop persisting.

Forty-four was the deep bond forged between him and the Prison Director, no more could be added.

Feng Mu slowly turned around, the lenses concealing the rotating Hook Jade in his pupils, only revealing a harmless and approachable demeanor.

He looked at Li Hanyu, his voice deep and sorrowful:

"Don’t worry too much, Prison Director Qian will surely pull through."

As if confirming his blessing, a burst of excited shouts erupted from the emergency room.

"Vital signs are stable!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Prepare for the final suturing!"

The doctors’ faces flushed with an almost frenzied joy, seeming happier than if they had saved their own father.

Feng Mu’s face also lit up with joy, sincerely admiring:

"The benevolence of a healer, wonderful!"

A hint of blood finally returned to Li Hanyu’s deathly pale face; she bit her trembling lip tightly, pressing her face against the observation window to confirm for a long time.

When she turned around, her face, now a patchy mess of makeup, had been pieced back together into a semblance of a dignified mask, and she forced a smile at Feng Mu.

"Your name is Feng Mu, right."

Li Hanyu’s voice was still shaky and hoarse, but she had regained her composure,

"Qian Huan often mentioned you to me, said you are the subordinate he relies on and trusts the most. Today, we have to thank you."

Li Hanyu had a strong woman’s character deep down, her mind kept working despite the emotional breakdown. She paused, then looked at Li Bashan standing a short distance away, like a mountain, adding:

"Him too."

Feng Mu replied with a low voice:

"That’s my senior brother Li Bashan. I’ll return to the prison shortly and have him stay at the hospital to watch over Prison Director Qian, in case anyone else tries to harm him."

Li Hanyu’s gaze at Feng Mu became increasingly satisfied, and she couldn’t think of any better words, so she repeated:

"You’re fine, very fine, no wonder my son always valued you."

Feng Mu showed a look of shame, his voice hinted with murderous intent:

"No, this is all because of my oversight. I thought Prison Director Qian had already won. I didn’t expect an explosion in Prison Director Qian’s office. The person who planted the bomb must be someone inside the prison, I..."

Feng Mu’s face showed frustration and urgency.

Li Hanyu asked, "What is it, have you thought of who it might be?"

Feng Mu gritted his teeth and said:

"I don’t know, but that person was definitely in the prison at the time. I should have sealed off the prison and prevented anyone from leaving. I was too flustered at the time. Now that person has probably already left the prison..."

As he explained, Feng Mu urgently pulled out his phone to call the Second Prison.

After hanging up, his face turned extremely ugly.

Li Hanyu knew just by looking at Feng Mu’s face that the news from the call wasn’t good.

Her face also darkened, but she didn’t blame Feng Mu, instead comforted him:

"It’s not your fault; your heart was for Qian Huan. I saw on TV that when the explosion happened, you handled it very well. A few oversights in a hurry are unavoidable."

"Prison Director Qian is alive now because you sent him in time."

Li Hanyu, both fearful and furious, her voice turned sinister:

"Never mind, don’t rush. No one can escape Zone 9, no matter who they are, after bringing my son to such a state. They won’t get away."

Feng Mu’s regret softened a bit, equally murderous:

"Rest assured, I will definitely find this person and dismember them."

Li Hanyu did not continue on this topic further; she took a deep breath and instructed Feng Mu:

"You should return to the Second Prison now, investigate this matter. Also, do you know about the that Qian Huan proposed?"

Feng Mu nodded, hesitantly asking:

"I know, Prison Director Qian said it’s the most important reform soon for the Second Prison, but now, with Prison Director Qian like this, can this matter..."

Li Hanyu turned to glance at the operating room, her voice icy and merciless:

"This plan is no longer just for the Second Prison; Wang Xinfa won’t allow the plan to end halfway, so you must return at once to ensure the safety of the Second Prison.

This plan is the painstaking effort of my son, Qian Huan. He is still lying in the hospital; we must help him hold on to everything."

After speaking, Li Hanyu paused slightly, her expression softening a bit as she asked:

"Feng Mu, can I trust you?"