The Last Mr. Dongguo

The piercing sirens of police cars wailed as multiple police cars sped off from various directions toward their destination, making the once peaceful street appear unusually tense, as if it had suddenly awoke from a deep sleep.

"Team Leader Cheng, the suspect's phone has been located and is currently at the Municipal People's Hospital. In addition, the second team has also rushed to provide support!" Li Mengying sat behind Cheng Luan with her computer in her arms, her ten fingers moving quickly across the keyboard.

"Bai Xin, contact the hospital immediately. Hand over the evacuation of the crowd and the sealing off of the scene to the Third Brigade. You are responsible for reporting Wu Lian's situation to me at any time. The suspect killed two people in three days, which is a serious matter!" Cheng Luan quickly turned the steering wheel, shifted the gear lever to fifth gear, and kept his right foot on the accelerator.

"Is it really that bad? Wu Lian goes to the hospital for regular checkups; this wasn't a last-minute decision."

"Anyway, it's best to be careful. Wu Lian is currently a high-risk individual." Cheng Luan made a sharp turn and entered a small alley. "Follow my car closely and don't fall behind. Don't give me an excuse to deduct your bonus."

"clear!"

With a sudden stop, several police cars halted in front of the hospital. Inside, a slight commotion had broken out. All the medical staff had gathered in the lobby, their expressions a mixture of confusion and fear, none of them knowing what had happened.

Cheng Luan jumped out of the car and quickly walked into the hall.

"Where is Dr. Hu Lan? Which one is Dr. Hu Lan?" Cheng Luan shouted, but no one responded. Everyone looked at Cheng Luan with surprise.

"We are the police, who is Hu Lan?"

At this moment, a doctor pointed upstairs, "I just received a notice to wait in the lobby, so I haven't seen Dr. Hu. He should still be in his office on the third floor."

"Oh no, hurry!"

Cheng Luan didn't even bother pressing the elevator button, and strode towards the stairs. Bai Xin and the others quickly followed, and the quiet third floor was now in chaos. Cheng Luan spotted Hu Lan's office and kicked the door open.

We're late!

Hu Lan foamed at the mouth and lay supine in a pool of blood.

After a brief silence, the sound of a cell phone ringing broke the stillness.

"Feed".

"Captain Cheng, are you surprised?" came a emotionless voice from the phone.

"Wu Lian?"

"That's right, it's me. If you want Hu Ling to live, get to Hu Lan's house within ten minutes."

"Don't do anything rash! I'm coming right away! You... Hey! Hey!"

The receiver gave a busy signal.

The axe in her hand was still stained with blood. Hu Ling was tied to a stool and looked at the person in front of her with a look of terror.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Wu Lian placed the axe he was holding on the table and took out a fruit knife from his waist. "I also have a daughter. If nothing unexpected happened, she'd be about your age now, around twenty, right?" Wu Lian looked up and thought for a moment, then looked down and shook his head. "No, twenty-five or twenty-six!"

Wu Lian muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and asked Hu Ling in front of him, "Do you know how she died?"

Hu Ling didn't know who Wu Lian was referring to, so she could only shake her head in agreement.

"She was killed by a doctor just like your father!" Wu Lian pointed the knife at Hu Ling and said fiercely, "Hmph! Doctors, it used to be such a noble profession, but unfortunately some people don't know how to cherish it, they have no professional ethics, in their eyes there are no patients, only money. Now the poor can't afford to get sick, and if they get sick, they can only tough it out, and if they can't tough it out, they can only wait to die! Do you understand? Look at your life now," Wu Lian stood up excitedly, pointing back and forth at the luxurious villa in front of him, "Did Hu Lan really earn all of this with her own hands? It's a world of difference. They can make money with just a glance, a word, and what about us? Huh?"

"Captain Cheng, what is he trying to do? He's a madman!" Bai Xin gripped the steering wheel, the accelerator floored, weaving left and right on the road, the siren blaring throughout the street.

Cheng Luan kept checking his watch and urging him on.

"Hurry, hurry, time is running out!" He then picked up the walkie-talkie, "Second team, second team, report your position."

"Form ranks, take your positions in one minute, snipers, get in position immediately."

The engine was already humming, and several police cars sped past and drove into the villa compound.

The sound of the sirens jolted Wu Lian's nerves. He stopped yelling at Hu Ling, turned around, and left the bedroom.

"Captain Cheng, you're right on time! I'm Wu Lian. The door is open, let's talk face to face!" Wu Lian didn't dare to open the curtains, but just shouted loudly.

"Team up, number one in position. The other side has drawn the curtains, so we can't determine the situation inside yet."

"Number Two in position."

"Number three is in position."

Cheng Luan glanced up at the sniper's position, then looked back at the villa's gate.

"action!"

Cheng Luan was the first to rush into the villa, followed by the others. However, the moment they entered the living room, a shocking scene unfolded once again. Wu Lian lay face up at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, a fruit knife sticking out of his chest, yet he wore a blissful expression. This sight pierced Cheng Luan's optic nerve.

"Cheng Dui, he's still breathing!"

"Quick, call an ambulance."

The operating room lights went out, and the doctor took off his mask and walked out of the operating room. Cheng Luan quickly went to greet him.

"How is it?"

"It's alright, the cut isn't deep, it just damaged a blood vessel. But..." The doctor shook his head helplessly.

"But what?"

"However, he probably won't live much longer. He has a malignant tumor in his brain that is pressing on his nerves."

"Okay, is he awake now?"

"He's awake, but he needs to rest now."

Cheng Luan gently pushed open the door, tilted the hospital bed to a suitable angle, handed a cup of hot water to Wu Lian, and sat steadily on the stool next to him, looking at Wu Lian with a satisfied expression.

"I know you have your reasons, can you tell me why?"

Wu Lian grinned, enduring the pain with a smile.

"Captain Cheng, people like you can't understand my predicament. A person's life is precious. If someone tries to forcibly take it away, I will fight them to the death. That way, at least I will still have hope of victory and the possibility of living for two more days."

You've never been poor, so you'll never know the suffering of the poor. When the sun rises, some see it as the start of a beautiful day, but for the poor, it's a long, agonizing one. For them, simply being alive is a luxury. Yet, they persevere. Survival and family safety are their bottom line. If someone crosses that line, it's like blocking their path to survival, and they will fight back, unleashing years of pent-up resentment in that instant.

The poor may be poor, but they have their own way of life. They work from sunrise to sunset, living a simple and ordinary life. They respect others and help those in need as much as they can. Their thoughts are very simple: three simple meals a day, happiness for their families, and access to medical care when sick. That's enough. Originally, they were like the humble Mr. Dongguo, never imagining they would one day act like wolves.

Captain Cheng, do you know what it feels like to watch your loved ones pass away in agony before your eyes, and you're powerless to do anything about it? My wife and I are honest people. We don't strive for fame or fortune; we just want our family to live a peaceful life. But even this simple wish of God can't be granted. Ten years ago, my wife and I were both diagnosed with terminal illnesses, and our savings were only enough for one person's medical treatment and medication. Captain Cheng, this means that one of us will suffer endless torment, torment, torment…”

Wu Lian choked up, unable to speak, tears streaming down his face like a never-ending spring. He calmed himself slightly, let out a long sigh, and then sank back into his tragic memories.

"We both hoped the other could get treatment, but we had no choice. So we left it to fate. We drew lots, and I drew 'life.' I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky. I watched helplessly as my wife suffered through her illness. Captain Cheng, people say that fate is in our own hands, but what I saw was half destiny and half human intervention."