In the days that followed, Feng Bujue simply gave up on covering his tracks.
Although he would still stop exercising and ask for drinking water when the caregiver patrolled the area, he no longer took off his hospital gown to exercise.
Anyway, with his current physical condition, it was not difficult for him to complete his daily training targets. He would not sweat as much as he did in the first few days.
Just like that, the days passed.
The day when Feng Bujue would carry out his plan was getting closer and closer.
…
Day 94, night.
Today was the day of the blood test. It was also the day that Feng Bujue had been waiting for … the day of his escape.
Two hours after dinner, Doctor Zhang and the caregiver entered the ward on time.
At this time, Feng Bujue was naturally awake …
He quietly waited for Doctor Zhang to take his blood pressure. He also calmly mixed in with the auscultation of his heartbeat and breathing.
Until he heard the sound of Doctor Zhang taking out a syringe, suddenly …
Feng Bujue, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. He stretched out his leg and tripped the caregiver who was standing beside him.
At this moment, the caregiver was naturally shocked and caught off guard. Doctor Zhang, on the other hand, entered a state of panic after being frightened and did not know what to do. He retreated to the side of the wall in panic.
Only Feng Bujue … had a clear goal and moved quickly. He strode forward and picked up the empty syringe that Doctor Zhang had left on the ground. Before the caregiver could get up, he grabbed Doctor Zhang by the throat and held him in front of him.
"Don't move!" Brother Jue, who had the situation under control, immediately shouted at the caregiver. He pressed the syringe in his hand against Doctor Zhang's neck.
Doctor Zhang was around fifty years old. His physical condition was considered weak among his peers. He was definitely not comparable to Feng Bujue. Moreover, he was so scared that he almost peed his pants. It was obviously impossible to expect him to break free from Feng Bujue's grasp.
"Don't do anything rash …" The caregiver said as he retreated toward the door.
"If you take one more step back, I will kill him." Feng Bujue saw through the other party's intention and immediately responded in a cold tone. He then slightly inserted the needle into Doctor Zhang's skin.
"Ah! Ah! Don't! No! " In the next second, Doctor Zhang screamed like a woman, but he didn't know what to say. He could only repeat the word, "Don't."
"Okay, okay, okay … I won't move, I won't move … You … Don't mess around." The caregiver was also stunned. He could tell that … Feng Bujue was serious.
"As long as you don't play any tricks, I won't kill anyone." When Feng Bujue saw that the patient had indeed stopped moving, he retracted the syringe in his hand. "Now, please face the wall, stick to the wall … slowly move over there." Then, Brother Jue instructed the caregiver.
The latter had no choice but to do as he was told.
"I advise you not to try anything funny … There are many ways to kill a person. Other than 'injecting air', there are other faster and more direct ways. Both of you know that I train regularly. Even if I don't use this syringe, it's easy for me to kill someone with my bare hands …"
As the caregiver moved, Feng Bujue continued to say the same thing. After all, the room was small and the caregiver's body was relatively sturdy. If he suddenly pounced on them, it would be hard to say what would happen … Therefore, Brother Jue used words to distract the caregiver so that he wouldn't have time to think about anything else. He also continued to exert psychological pressure to suppress any thoughts of resistance.
"Stop! Okay, stop there. Now … Slowly lie down. "When the caregiver came to a corner further away from the door, Feng Bujue ordered again.
"You won't be able to escape …" The caregiver did as he was told and said, "Stop before you cause any harm …"
"Thank you for your advice." However, Feng Bujue replied in a lazy tone, "Unfortunately … I don't see any benefit in stopping, and I don't see any price to pay for not stopping."
He was right. To him, if he stopped now, it would mean that the operation would fail, and he would face harsher detention conditions in the future. However, if he continued, there was a chance that he would succeed. Even if he failed in the end, the result would be no different from stopping. After all, he was already an indefinite person.
"Doctor Zhang, for the sake of your current wife and child, and your former wife and child … I suggest that you cooperate with me." After replying to the caregiver, Feng Bujue spoke to Doctor Zhang in a low voice, "If you die in the hands of a lunatic who has no means of compensation, it will undoubtedly be an unbearable blow to your family."
"You … How do you know that I …" Doctor Zhang asked almost instinctively after hearing this.
"Of course I know." Feng Bujue did not wait for him to finish his question and continued, "When I first met you, I knew that you were divorced a long time ago. You and your ex-wife's child is about to go to university. Your current wife is about ten years younger than you, and your child is still in kindergarten. You use a manual razor to shave, you have to look at something when you poop, and you never take off your watch when you wash your hands … It's not that you forgot, it's just that you're too lazy to take it off, because your Omega is fake …"
As Feng Bujue continued, Doctor Zhang's expression changed drastically. Even the caregiver who was lying on the ground was shocked.
Obviously, everything that Brother Jue said … was spot on.
This level of reasoning was just a basic skill for Feng Bujue. Through his interactions with Doctor Zhang, he had already gathered a lot of information. Coupled with the sporadic conversations he overheard from the caregiver and what he heard when he pretended to be asleep, it was not surprising that Brother Jue was able to come up with all this.
"Alright, I think you've understood the main point of my speech." Then, Brother Jue began to bluff him. "You should think about what you should do next …" He first did some calculations for Doctor Zhang. "If the patient escapes, it's the country's problem. If you lose your life … it's your own problem." Then, he started to bluff again. "I'm still young. Even if I can't escape today, I'll escape one day … It doesn't make any difference to me, but it's different for you … If you cooperate with me today, then everything will be fine. I won't have anything to do with your life anymore. But if you don't know what's good for you … then, one day, I'll make you, your family, and even your future generations … pay the price."
Every word of his was like a cold current … It penetrated Doctor Zhang's skin and converged into an invisible hand in his body, gripping his heart tightly.
"Who … Who … Are you?" Doctor Zhang didn't know why he asked such a question.
"Hmph …" Hearing this, Feng Bujue sneered. "Didn't you read my report? You should know very well who I am, right? "
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