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It took several soldiers working together to finally pry open the heavy, solid wood coffin.

They were all shocked when they saw the 'corpses' inside.

Ling Wenchen gripped the handle tightly and asked anxiously,

"How is it? Is there really a 'corpse' inside?"

If he can't even find Jiang Yuyan and her apprentice through this opportunity, then he—

"Report, what's lying inside isn't a corpse or a dead body, but Mr. Qi."

Two soldiers helped Master Qi up, but he wouldn't wake up no matter how they called him.

The division commander walked over and gently patted his face. "Old Qi? Old Qi?"

Is it because the force was too light and ineffective?

However, he's a rough and uncouth man, and if he hits Old Qi too hard, he might seriously injure him.

"Commander, let's get Mr. Qi to the hospital as soon as possible. If someone has drugged them, they won't wake up easily."

The division commander woke up with a start, "Yes, yes, quick, get him to the hospital—"

Watching the car leave,

Ling Wenchen turned his wheelchair over, carefully examined the coffin from all angles, and then touched it.

He was only reluctant to release the coffin after confirming that there were no hidden doors.

Mr. Qi has been found, but why is Jiang Yuyan not among them?

Ling Wenchen didn't believe they could get a coffin to transport Old Qi out of the base; they couldn't possibly have overlooked this consequence.

Unless they split into two groups, one to transport Old Qi and the other to transport Jiang Yuyan.

Either way, this is not good news for him.

The division commander came over and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"At least we found Elder Qi, and we should be able to find his disciple too."

A map of the South District base and the complex terrain outside flashed through Ling Wenchen's mind.

"Commander, besides this entrance, are there any other exits from the base? Like, is there a back door or something?"

The division commander thought for a moment, then pondered.

"Yes, there is, but even if you get out of there, it's a dead end."

"Because, beyond that point lies a towering cliff, with a bottomless abyss below, and no one has ever been able to safely exit from there."

Ling Wenchen wanted to go and take a look.

The division commander disapproved of his plan, saying, "No, you're still injured, and getting over there requires crossing a small hill. How are you going to get there in a wheelchair?"

Call over a soldier, "Get the deputy regimental commander into the car; we're going to the hospital to see Old Qi."

There are still many things to resolve, and he doesn't have that much time to waste here.

Go to the hospital

When the division commander got out of the car, he saw a large crowd gathered at the hospital entrance, making a lot of noise.

"What are you doing?"

The noisy family members of the patients, seeing the stern-faced teacher, became timid and subconsciously shut up at the same time.

"Reporting to the commander, these people want to leave the hospital. We tried to stop them, but they tried to force their way through."

The division commander frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over the patients' families.

"The base has sealed off this area, and there are legitimate reasons to suspect that someone has brought in a highly contagious disease."

"Any of you who have been to the hospital may already be infected. If you don't want to die, you'd better obey orders."

"If you cause trouble again, the base can arrest all the troublemakers according to military law. Even if you are innocent, you will still have to bear the blame."

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped and took a step back in unison.

infectious disease?

Or is it a highly contagious infectious disease?

The troublemaker quickly checked himself, touching his body to see if there was anything strange, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

The division commander, speechless, watched as an older woman tried to lift her clothes up, and quickly stopped her.

"Ahem, why aren't you going back yet? Do you want to be sent to solitary confinement for questioning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the troublemakers all ran away.

Ling Wenchen then got out of the car and followed his division commander toward the emergency room.

The blood-red sign pierced his heart.

It took two whole hours before the emergency room door finally opened and the attending physician came out.

Ling Wenchen: "Doctor, how is Old Qi?"

The division commander was a step behind, but he didn't think much of it, assuming that Qi Lao was also so anxious because he was an important person to protect.

The doctor said, "The old man had no wounds on his body, but we tried many methods and still couldn't find out why he wasn't waking up or what caused his coma."

The doctors in the emergency room almost questioned their existence.

He wondered if his medical skills were inadequate, which was why he couldn't even figure out why the patient was unconscious and had no way to wake him up.

Ling Wenchen's hands fell limply, his expression dejected.

The instructor, unfamiliar with these matters, asked, "Why can't you wake him up? Is it because you're not applying enough force? We can help."

In an attempt to wake Old Master Qi, the instructor became incoherent and didn't even know what he was saying.

...

Staff dormitory of the health clinic.

Xiaoxiao, the nurse who should have been on duty, was dragging the unconscious Jiang Yuyan into the basket they had prepared.

In this era, the bamboo basket was very useful.

Whether you're carrying things or receiving things, you can't do without it.

Most importantly, it doesn't look out of place when you're out and about.

The dark-skinned man, who had been standing still, grew impatient. "Hurry up, Lao Tu has already set off. We don't have much time left; we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Nurse Xiaoxiao pushed Jiang Yuyan's exposed head back in, but felt that this still wasn't safe.

He turned around, grabbed another piece of cloth, wrapped the basket in it, and only picked it up after making sure it was safe.

Jiang Yuyan is 1.7 meters tall, and even if she's thin, she still weighs over 100 pounds.

Nurse Xiaoxiao easily lifted the basket, which weighed over 100 pounds, and carried it on her back.

Set off with the dark-skinned man.

Avoiding the soldiers guarding the dormitory entrance, the two quietly ran towards the back gate of the base.

The back gate is actually close to the staff dormitory; you just need to walk across the hillside to reach it.

In less than ten minutes, the two ran to the back door. Just as they were about to go through, Blackie quickly grabbed her and pulled her back.

Upon closer inspection, three soldiers rushed over, carrying guns, and stood at the back door without saying a word.

"Damn it!"

"We were too late. It's all your fault for being too slow, otherwise we would have been at the back door long ago."

Nurse Xiaoxiao remained expressionless, silently pulled out her pistol, and said coldly, "Kill them, and we can get through this too."

There were only three people.

She had far more people than three.

The dark-skinned man paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang—"

"quick--"

...

The division commander was in a terrible predicament. "We found this person, but he won't wake up. We can't get any information from him. What kind of mess is this?"

"Bang!"

The division commander slammed his fist against the wall, gritting his teeth.

The doctor, who was about to leave, suddenly remembered something, took out a small piece of paper,

"Commander, this is the note we found in that old man's pocket. It fell out when he took off his clothes."

The division commander's eyes lit up.

He snatched the note, unfolded it, and froze on the spot when he saw its contents.

Ling Wenchen turned his wheelchair over.

"Commander, what does the note say? Was it left by a thug?" Or—

He dared not have too much hope, for fear of being disappointed again.

The division commander coughed and handed him the small note. "Take a look and see what it means."

Ling Wenchen took the note, glanced at it, and frowned slightly. The note contained only three capital letters.

[X, H, S.]

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out what those three letters meant.

However, Ling Wenchen immediately recognized the familiar handwriting as belonging to Jiang Yuyan.

But his heart was even more panicked.

His eyes were fixed on the last letter of the note, the strokes of which were barely visible. It was clear that writing the last letter had taken all her strength, yet she still appeared weak and powerless.

The instructor was puzzled. "What's wrong? Say something! What does this little note mean?"

Ling Wenchen did not answer him, but instead turned his wheelchair toward the director of the health center's office.

Seeing Ling Wenchen's puzzled expression, and noticing the teachers behind him, the dean smiled and stood up.

"You bastard, Old Yang! You sealed off my clinic without saying a word, and you still dare to come looking for me? Aren't you afraid I'll beat you up?"

The division commander gave him a curt laugh, as if he were an old friend, "There's an urgent mission, don't try to brush it off."

Ling Wenchen: "Dean, is there any medicine that can instantly induce a coma without revealing any cause of illness?"