The Mysterious Night of Beijing

"Don't you recognize him?" The bald man sneered, pulling a crumpled IOU from his pocket and waving it in front of them. "Five hundred thousand, it's written in black and white, guarantor: Chen Ziming!"

After glancing at the IOU, Chen Ziming noticed that his name was indeed listed as the guarantor.

When Li Dalin borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates to pay for Xiaoya's medical treatment, he secretly signed his name on the loan, and he remembered it.

"This wasn't signed by him at all!" Lin Yuxin argued.

"We don't care, it's his name on it anyway," the bald man said impatiently. "Either pay back the money today, or leave this girl here for us to have some fun with."

As he spoke, his eyes blatantly scanned Lin Yuxin.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Lin Yuxin instinctively hid behind Chen Ziming.

Chen Ziming's brows furrowed even more.

He wasn't angry because Lin Yuxin was being teased, but rather because he felt the complexity of the matter exceeded his expectations.

He just wanted to leave as soon as possible and go back to the base to earn points.

"How much?" he asked.

"Six hundred thousand, including principal and interest," the bald man said.

Chen Ziming took out his phone and glanced at his bank card balance.

The five million from Qilin Group is still there; that's enough.

Spending 600,000 yuan for two hours of peace and quiet, and avoiding further trouble, is a good deal.

"card number."

The bald man was stunned, as were his two henchmen.

They had expected to go through a lot of trouble and were even prepared to take action, but they didn't expect the other party to be so decisive.

"Kid, you're pretty savvy." The bald man gave out a bank card number.

Chen Ziming transferred 600,000 yuan directly.

Upon receiving the text message confirming the payment, the bald man's chubby face broke into a wide grin.

"Good job, kid, you've got potential."

He patted Chen Ziming on the shoulder and said, "If you need anything in the future, feel free to contact us."

After saying that, he turned and left with his two henchmen.

Just then, a figure stumbled and ran over from the other end of the hotel corridor.

"Tiger Brother! Tiger Brother! No! If you have a problem, come to me! This has nothing to do with my master!"

It's Li Dalin.

He was wearing a faded security guard uniform, his face was injured, and he looked disheveled.

He must have seen the creditors chasing him to the hotel and, fearing it would implicate Chen Ziming, rushed over without thinking.

Upon seeing him, the bald man stopped, turned around, and kicked him to the ground.

"You piece of trash, now you know to come out? Where were you before?"

The bald man kicked Li Dalin on the ground a few more times.

Li Dalin held his head in his hands, remaining silent.

Chen Ziming found this scene very noisy.

He just wanted them to disappear from his sight as soon as possible.

"The money has already been given to you."

He spoke, his tone tinged with impatience, "You can get lost now."

"Hey kid, protecting your apprentice, huh?"

The bald man laughed, "Fine, since you're so agreeable, I'll let this piece of trash go today."

He spat and led his men away.

Li Dalin got up from the ground, looked at Chen Ziming, his face filled with shame and hatred, which finally turned into deep embarrassment.

"Master... Brother Chen..."

He wanted to say thank you, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Don't bother me again." After saying that, Chen Ziming turned around and prepared to enter the elevator.

He had already done everything he could for Li Dalin, and he didn't want any further involvement with him.

"thump!"

Li Dalin suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Chen Ziming's back.

"Brother Chen! I beg you! Save my dad!"

His voice was choked with sobs as his forehead slammed against the cold marble floor with a loud thud.

"My dad's heart condition relapsed because of those people. He's in the hospital now, and the doctors say he's dying!"

Chen Ziming stopped in his tracks.

Grandpa Li.

He remembered the old man in the repair shop who always smiled and offered him cigarettes, praising his skills.

The old man who gave him a place to stay when he was at his lowest point.

Although the task of imparting knowledge and resolving doubts in the system has been completed, the debt of gratitude is something that the system cannot quantify. If you owe it, you have to repay it. This is also a kind of logical closed loop.

He turned around and looked at Li Dalin, who was kneeling on the ground, crying like a child.

Which hospital?

……

Outside the Intensive Care Unit of the City Central Hospital.

When Chen Ziming and Lin Yuxin arrived, Grandpa Li had just been wheeled out of the emergency room, covered in tubes, and looked ashen-faced.

Li Dalin knelt by the hospital bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What did the doctor say?" Chen Ziming asked.

"The doctor said that my father is old and has a long history of heart disease. The shock he suffered this time was too great, which triggered acute heart failure. Even if he is saved, he won't last long."

Li Dalin's voice was hoarse.

Looking at the unconscious old man on the hospital bed, Chen Ziming remained silent for a moment.

He took out his phone and dialed Minister Wang's number.

"I am Chen Ziming."

"Xiao Chen, what's up so late?" Minister Wang's voice sounded energetic on the other end of the phone.

"Find me someone, a cardiac surgeon, the best in the country."

Minister Wang was taken aback for a moment, then realized what had happened: "What's going on?"

"An elder is in a very dangerous situation."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. Send me the hospital address." Minister Wang agreed immediately without asking any further questions.

This is the advantage of high-level privileges: you can mobilize top-level resources at the fastest speed.

It can save a lot of trouble from intermediate steps.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ziming looked at Li Dalin, who was still crying.

"I've found the person for you. Whether he can be saved depends on his fate."

Li Dalin raised his head, looked at Chen Ziming, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

Just then, Mr. Li, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly twitched his fingers and slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze passed over Li Dalin and landed on Chen Ziming.

"Zi...Zi Ming..."

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

"I'm here." Chen Ziming walked to the bedside.

"Dalin is confused..."

Grandpa Li struggled to raise his hand, trying to grab Chen Ziming, "Don't blame him."

"I know."

"I beg you... one last thing..."

Grandpa Li's breathing became rapid. "Take him away one more time, let him...be a decent person..."

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side, and the straight line representing his heartbeat on the monitor emitted a piercing alarm.

Doctors and nurses rushed in and wheeled them out of the ward.

The red light in the emergency room came on again.

Li Dalin slumped to the ground, utterly dejected.

Seeing this, Lin Yuxin felt bad. She wanted to comfort Li Dalin, but she didn't know what to say.

She looked at Chen Ziming and found that he was just staring calmly at the closed door, his face expressionless.

This man seems to be unaffected by anything.

Minister Wang is very efficient.

Less than half an hour later, a medical plane landed on the roof of the city hospital.

A medical team disembarked from the plane, led by Academician Zhang, the most renowned cardiac surgeon in China.