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Xu Bansian suddenly became serious and said to Zhiqing, "Today, brother came to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"You have to promise not to get angry first."
The other person looked mysterious, which made Zhiqing a bit impatient. After all, this guy was notorious for showing up uninvited and was as stingy as a miser who wouldn't part with a single feather. Why on earth would he suddenly decide to buy flowers to visit today?
"Just say it! My character is well-known; do you think I don't know what you're getting at?" Zhiqing replied teasingly.
"A while ago, Li Mao from South City Community came to find me with a rather refined-looking man, saying something about a baby’s corpse being stuffed in the wall..."
"Stop right there! You said this happened a while ago?" Zhiqing shouted sharply, immediately feeling a pang of pain in his chest. He furrowed his brow and glared at Xu Bansian, making him tremble with fear. Inside, he thought: So this guy was involved in their plan after all. Was my suspicion correct?
"Hey, little brother promised Xu not to get angry; look at you..." Xu Bansian stammered, wiping the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead due to fear. After hesitating for a long time, he continued, "A year ago... no... it wasn't just a while ago."
"Hmph! What a cunning fox! You know this matter has gotten serious and will implicate you, so you come here pretending to be pitiful, right?" Zhiqing said bitterly, looking at him with disgust and wishing he could just kick him out immediately.
"Hey, you can't say it like that. They came looking for me, and business has been slow; it's not easy to get any work these days. What do you expect me to do?" Xu Bansian argued desperately.
"Don't try to explain yourself. The more you explain, the guiltier you sound. Just tell me honestly if you were involved in this."
"No... I'm a Buddhist; how could I do something so despicable?"
"Hmph! You believe in Buddha? Let your Buddha go to hell! Someone like you can claim to be virtuous and pious while parading around like a righteous man. Get lost..."
"Well... little brother, don’t be angry. I’ll leave now; just please speak a few good words for me in front of the authorities. My elderly mother at home is waiting for me to take care of her..."
"Get lost..." Zhiqing snapped angrily, his chest heaving violently as the pain intensified.
“What's going on?” The sound of the door creaking open echoed as Ziya pushed the door and walked in. Upon seeing someone enter, Xu Bansian was startled, as if shocked by electricity, and quickly stood up from the bench.
Ziya noticed that Sun Meng had just reached the doorway when she heard Zhiqing's loud reprimand. She saw Xu Bansian looking timid, wiping sweat from his brow while whispering something. In the brief moment she entered, he hurriedly exited the hospital room.
“This guy is driving me crazy.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t…” Ziya looked at Zhiqing, whose face was flushed with anger, fearing he might have another outburst. She quickly reached out to pat his chest, anxiously asking.
“Do you know who put that dead baby in Liang Chao's room?” With Ziya's comforting presence, Zhiqing gradually calmed down and slowly spoke to her.
“It was Liang Chao. The person just said so. What’s going on?”
“No… it was Li Mao and Liang Chao. Li Mao died because they wanted to silence him. Remember the incident where Sun Meng castrated Liang Chao? The police have already opened an investigation. They were feeling guilty for their crimes and feared that Li Mao would expose their plans, which is why they wanted to eliminate him.”
Zhiqing's reasoning was not wrong; however, he did not know that Li Mao's true cause of death stemmed from himself and that another matter directly led to his demise.
“Ah… should we report this to the police?” Ziya was obviously referring to reporting Xu Bansian.
“Forget it. He has a weak mental state. He used to say that every time he saw me, he would hide. Even during the day, he would close his doors. It’s strange how his business was poor yet he still wouldn’t open up; it turns out he had a guilty conscience about this matter. Perhaps after some time, he thought he could get away with it. Little did he know that this incident was truly aimed at him, which scared him into coming today to probe my intentions, fearing this matter would affect his own interests.”
“How infuriating! If only he had told us earlier, we wouldn’t have had to suffer like this, and so many people wouldn’t have died…” As Ziya spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again, her voice choking with emotion.
“Li Mao's death has been resolved; what about Liu Yi's?” Zhiqing extended a hand to wipe away Ziya's tears from her cheeks and teased, “Stop crying! Your husband is lying in bed; it’s bad luck if you cry.”
“Pfft… Who’s your husband?” Ziya pouted playfully. Turning her face away, she pondered over his words and felt an inexplicable shyness wash over her. Her cheeks flushed hotly as two red clouds appeared on her face.
Outside the hospital room, a commotion of footsteps echoed in the corridor as Anqing, Liu Haoming, and Zhiqing's parents arrived. A smiling nurse led the way swiftly toward Room 18.
"Qing'er..." Zhiqing's mother, supported by her husband and Anqing, walked into the hospital room, softly uttering her son's nickname as tears streamed down her face.
"Mom, Dad... Uncle and Aunt..." Zhiqing nodded to each of them, holding back his tears. Beside him, Ziya was already in tears, unable to contain herself. Anqing embraced her daughter, overwhelmed with emotions after their narrow escape from danger.
In the afternoon, many unknown men and women came to the hospital to visit these three heroes who had survived the clutches of a psychopathic killer. They condemned the despicable murderer and repeatedly cursed him, vowing that he would be buried without a trace.
Soon after, the police department brought good news, revealing details that emerged from their thorough investigation. Here is a brief account of what transpired.
Mao Deming refused to stay at the hospital after his brother's death and instead opened a clinic in his own home.
Mao Deming understood that people often have a tendency to seek out bargains. At his clinic, patients could avoid the hassle of registration and long waiting times, and the medicine was naturally cheaper than at hospitals. The service was quicker too, leading to a steady stream of patients visiting his small clinic.
Meanwhile, Liang Bo was secretly investigating those who had mocked and insulted Mao Deming's brothers after the fire at Yellow Crane Tower. For Liang Bo, this was a piece of cake; he was all too familiar with Sun Meng, Ziya, and Zhiqing. The pain of losing his fingers made him seethe with hatred, wishing he could devour their flesh and drink their blood. Liang Bo primarily sought revenge against Sun Meng, Ziya, and Zhiqing, while Mao Deming had several others in mind as well.
Yang Xianju, Chen Lunxiu, Xiao Ranhong.
Mao Deming sat on the sofa deep in thought, contemplating how to exact revenge without being detected while also evading legal repercussions. Just then, there was a knock at the door; Liang Bo entered.
"Uncle, Li Mao is here."
"What does he want? After that incident, I gave his mother twenty thousand yuan and lost Chao'er’s life. Does he still have the face to come here?"
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