Urban Super Medical Saint

Elder Feng's room had two telephones.

One was a hotline, which, when it rang, often signified that something significant was about to occur.

The other was a private line. Given his status, aside from family, only a few people in the entire Huaxia Country knew this number—indeed, besides his family, only those few were authorized to call it directly.

Now, Ge Dongxu had also become one of those few.

Seeing the private phone ring suddenly at this hour, a flicker of surprise crossed Elder Feng's face.

His private phone hardly ever rang in a year, let alone late at night. Its sudden ringing now indeed made Elder Feng somewhat unaccustomed.

The staff responsible for Elder Feng's meals and accommodations was startled by the abrupt ringing, fearing something significant had occurred, and hurriedly handed the phone to Elder Feng.

"Is that my Senior Brother? This is Ge Dongxu." No sooner had Elder Feng taken the phone than he heard Ge Dongxu's voice.

"So it's you, Dongxu. I was just wondering who would be calling me at this hour," replied Elder Feng with a relieved expression, breaking into a smile.

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"Have I disturbed your rest?" Ge Dongxu then realized the lateness of the hour and asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Ha, since your miraculous rejuvenation, your Senior Brother here has been feeling more vigorous with age. It's still early for me to sleep. Tell me, what brings you to call me at this hour?" laughed Elder Feng.

"Do you still remember the matter you mentioned last time about the Special Department?" Ge Dongxu said, his face turning from embarrassment to seriousness.

"Did you encounter their people? Was there a conflict?" Elder Feng's smile gradually tightened, as he asked in a serious tone.

The fact that Ge Dongxu was calling specifically about the Special Department at this hour could hardly be just for a simple inquiry.

"Yes," replied Ge Dongxu.

"Are you alright?" Elder Feng asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Ge Dongxu replied.

"That's good. Tell me, what exactly happened?" Elder Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with a stern expression.

Ge Dongxu recounted the events from start to finish.

"Alright, your Senior Brother understands now. But this is just your side of the story, and although I trust you, proper procedures still have to be followed before reaching a final conclusion. However, rest assured, once the matter is thoroughly investigated, they will certainly give you an explanation. For now, keep those people in custody and do not leave the spot," Elder Feng said, his facial wrinkles deepening and an aura of dignified authority emanating from him, which seemed to make the atmosphere in the entire room coalesce.

Even though the old man spoke in a calm tone to Ge Dongxu—intending not to make him feel like he was taking sides—the truth was, the old man had not easily acknowledged a junior in his later years, and now this brother of his had almost lost his life to a Special Department operative's gun. How could the old man not be furious?

"Success is built on a mountain of bones!"

The elderly man had walked through a life filled with gunfire and bloodshed, his hands stained with the blood of countless enemies.

How could his anger be ordinary? Ordinary people aside, even those with Cultivation would likely lose their composure if they directly faced the Evil Qi he emitted in his rage.

"Okay, thank you, brother," Ge Dongxu said.

Ge Dongxu, who always acted uprightly, didn't need the elderly man's partiality. Seeing the elderly man's response, he answered with even more respect, "Okay, I'll wait right here."

Ge Dongxu then repeated the address and hung up the phone.

After ending the call with Elder Feng, Ge Dongxu worried that Liu Jiayao might be anxious and specifically called her to report his safety and advised her to rest early.

While Ge Dongxu was calling Liu Jiayao, Elder Feng was also making calls. His first call was to Du Suiping, a former subordinate at the National Security Department.

The second call went directly to the head of the Special Ability Management Bureau. The person in charge of this department was called Director rather than Chief.

During the call, Elder Feng's tone remained very calm, as if he were discussing a very ordinary matter. However, Director Fan on the other end of the line felt all his hairs stand on end, covered in a cold sweat despite the winter chill.

His own people had almost shot to death the disciple of Elder Feng! Fortunately, Elder Feng's disciple had a strong Cultivation. If he had been killed, it would have truly created a massive problem. Not only would he, the Director, have to step down immediately, but the entire Special Ability Management Bureau might have to be thoroughly reorganized from top to bottom.

Of course, this was not the most crucial point. The most crucial point was that the fault lay most likely on his side.

Even a simpleton, after giving it a little thought, would understand that as Elder Feng's disciple, Ge Dongxu would not need to resort to such sinister methods to acquire Li Fang Cosmetics. Not to mention that Ge Dongxu was currently holding Group Leader Lin, Deputy Group Leader Cui, Lu Yuan, and six others hostage alone. Even the Director found his strength frightening. If he wanted to take action against Li Bisheng, why would he need to go through such great trouble?

Killing Elder Feng's disciple was already an enormous issue, let alone a wrongful killing! Just thinking about it made Director Fan feel a chill all around him.

"Please rest assured, Chief. I will take people to Linzhou City myself and thoroughly investigate this matter," Director Fan said solemnly.

"Good, I've already instructed Du Suiping to assist your investigation. You go together," Elder Feng said gravely.

"Yes!" Director Fan answered solemnly, then he hung up the phone, his face gradually revealing a bitter smile.@@novelbin@@

Even with the Director personally involved, Elder Feng still sent Du Suiping to assist the investigation, clearly showing his message.

Elder Feng was very dissatisfied, even distrustful of the Special Ability Management Bureau, and this also showed how much he valued this case, or rather his disciple, not allowing the slightest grievance against him.

But his own people nearly killing Ge Dongxu with a gun left Director Fan utterly without grounds for objection, especially since Du Suiping was initially from the National Security Department, and the Special Ability Management Bureau was technically under the National Security Department, which authorized Du Suiping's involvement.

After making this call, Elder Feng still felt somewhat angry and paced several rounds in the room before he gradually calmed down.

It couldn't be helped; to have such a disciple in his later years—a disciple whose own master had greatly favored him—now nearly killed by a gunshot, was distressing. If it had been according to the old man's wartime temperament, he would have slammed the phone and cursed out loud.

ps: Recently, many readers have been urging for faster updates, complaining that the writing is slow. In fact, I'm more anxious than you are, as writing more means earning more. However, for now, I really can't speed up. Both the plot and the wording require careful thought, and meticulous work takes time. Without drafts on hand and experiencing some blockages in thought, I can only maintain this pace to avoid ruining the story. Please forgive me.