CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 108: SHOCK! ZHANG FENG IS AN IMMORTAL!_3

"Hey, Chief, Uncle Zhao." The young patrol officer brushed the snow off his body, then hesitated, as if something was on his mind, and after greeting, his words halted.

Zhang Feng saw this, raised his leg slightly, and side-kicked his thigh, "You’re a grown man, if something’s up, just say it. We can find a way to solve it, stop dawdling."

The young patrol officer, after being kicked, sighed suddenly with some dejection and said, "Chief, you don’t live in our company housing, so you don’t know.

The old chief had trouble breathing two days ago and was taken to the hospital at night, and I went there last night. The doctor said his blood vessels are blocked and he needs a bypass, but... but he’s over seventy, can he handle the surgery?

And this morning, the old chief didn’t want to spend more money on the surgery, so he had his son take him back home."

"At home?" Zhang Feng stood up directly.

"Chief!" The young patrol officer hurriedly blocked him, "The old chief specifically told me not to tell you. If you go now... I... what should I do?"

"Get lost." Zhang Feng pushed him aside, "Old Zhao is right, you’re in your forties and still can’t distinguish priorities."

...

The old chief and the young patrol officer were aware of Zhang Feng’s martial arts skills but didn’t think he could heal and save lives.

Because Zhang Feng had never shown it.

So they didn’t mention it, fearing it would add to Zhang Feng’s worries.

Similarly, it was also the first time Zhang Feng encountered a close friend’s severe illness in this world of adventure.

Even last year during the New Year, when he visited, the old chief was in good health.

It’s only been a year, and his health has deteriorated so much.

Meanwhile, on the way there,

Zhang Feng couldn’t help but recall how he first met the old chief.

He still vaguely remembered when he first arrived in this world, he was sleeping in the back.

The old chief not only didn’t disturb or criticize him but also bought him a box of sausages when he woke up to go to the dining car.

Becoming chief was also thanks to the old chief’s efforts.

In the first few years, when he just became chief, the old chief kept coming over to support and relieve his pressure daily.

But in the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized how quickly time flew by.

Thud thud—

In his thoughts,

Zhang Feng drove a crew member’s car to the railway housing complex.

"Train Chief Zhang?"

Many people living at the station recognized Zhang Feng.

"Yes." Zhang Feng, holding the medicine he bought on the way, nodded slightly and headed straight for building number two.

He reached the fifth floor.

"Old Group Leader!" Zhang Feng knocked on the security door loudly.

After a dozen seconds, the door inside opened, revealing the old group leader’s child.

He was also nearly fifty years old.

Zhang Feng first met him during his first year having dinner at the old group leader’s house when he was only in his twenties back then.

"Old Zhang, how come you’re here?" He was surprised.

"Open the door first." Zhang Feng glanced inside and saw several people in the room.

Hearing the door, many people turned to look at Zhang Feng and recognized him.

Amongst them were two off-duty crew members.

The rest were also from the station.

"Chief." They all greeted Zhang Feng as he entered.

"You guys are spooky; really damn spooky." Zhang Feng pushed them aside and walked towards the old group leader’s room, "A whole group of you keeping it from me, what the hell."

He pushed the door open.

The old group leader was lying in bed with an IV drip.

His wife held his hand by the bedside.

"Little Feng." The old lady wiped her tears when she saw Zhang Feng and tried to make room for him.

Zhang Feng shook his head, walked to the bedside, and started checking the old group leader’s pulse without greeting him, under everyone’s watchful eyes from the doorway.

"Little... Little Feng..." The old group leader tried to sit up, his speech labored.

Zhang Feng still shook his head, motioned for him to lie down, and took his pulse again.

After just a few seconds, Zhang Feng’s expression turned cold, "This is not an illness; someone poisoned him, causing his cardiovascular blockage."

"I’ve seen this poison before."

Adding in his mind that he had seen it in a rat hole.

’It’s the rats...’ Zhang Feng hadn’t expected any remnants were still around in the world and had targeted his friend.

At that moment, Zhang Feng learned what it felt like to have a killing intent.

A burning desire to eliminate them completely, to have them exterminated!

"Poisoned?"

"Can the chief treat illnesses?"

The people outside the room were surprised to see Zhang Feng treating ailments.

Zhang Feng didn’t bother with them; instead, he used overclocking resonance, lightly placing his hand on the old group leader’s chest.

In the next instant, the old group leader coughed a few times, and then his hand back gradually turned red.

Zhang Feng removed his needle with the other hand, and then with a swipe like a sword, cut open the reddening on his hand back, causing a few drops of dark red blood to drip out.

"This isn’t normal vascular blockage."

Pressing on his wound, within merely a minute, the blood stopped flowing under everyone’s stunned gaze, as if the wound had closed.

"What kind of medical art is this?" Everyone was bewildered.

Zhang Feng looked at the old group leader, whose breathing was noticeably smoother, and saw his expression of excitement and gratitude.

"Old group leader, let’s save the talk for later. Let me check if the person who poisoned is nearby first."

Zhang Feng interrupted and walked to the window.

Being on the fifth floor afforded a wide view, and there were no security bars here.

Zhang Feng took a quick glance and saw the entire courtyard without seeing any rat traces.

But a small car with drawn curtains, parked against the left downstairs, looked a bit suspicious, its tires slightly deflated.

He noted it.

Zhang Feng withdrew his gaze and spoke to two excited crew members, "Go boil some water and brew the medicine."

Simultaneously,

in the car downstairs, sat four small-faced men.

They were the only surviving rats apart from the investigative bureau.

They planned to poison the old group leader to lure Zhang Feng out for an ambush.

As Zhang Feng was universally recognized as the top martial artist,

and according to some rumors, he was the one who had killed the most of their kind.

After two years of inquiries, although they had long known where Zhang Feng worked, they didn’t dare approach rashly, so they wanted to poison first, and then ambush him when he came here.

Now seemed like the perfect time, according to their plan.

They vaguely estimated the timing, ready to ambush in the hallway.

However, when they opened the car door and arrived downstairs at building number two,

On the fifth floor,

upon hearing the car door open, Zhang Feng also stood up and looked out the window.

"You dare to come to me without me looking for you."

In the next second,

Thud—

With a slight sound, everyone was astounded to see Zhang Feng leap from the fifth floor.

"Someone jumped down..."

"It’s Train Chief Zhang..."

People in the courtyard saw Zhang Feng leap off from the fifth floor.

Simultaneously, hearing the shocked gasps from the building and courtyard, the four rats instinctively looked up.

Whoosh—

In the air, Zhang Feng gathered strength, slightly cushioning off the third-floor balcony, then shot like a sword towards the two leading rats.

Thud!

His arms like bows,

Zhang Feng’s palms clapped down on top of the rats’ heads!

The immense power left the rats with no time to react, their head partially pushed into their chests.

"Squeak!"

The remaining two showed terror on their faces, not having expected Zhang Feng’s strength to far exceed their imagination.

Driven by survival instinct, they swung their tails and fled in opposite directions.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng stomped on the snow, chasing the rat on the left in a single step, and kicked.

Crack!

The rat’s body snapped in half, flying several meters before slamming against the wall, its head spraying a splash of blood.

Turning around,

Zhang Feng shortened the distance by over thirty meters in a split-second chase to the last one.

Boom!

He punched, and with Inner Strength resonance, struck it in the back, like an axe, knocking its heart out of its chest, chest bones shattered.

Whew—

An instant later, seeing all four rats killed,

under all the shocked eyes,

Zhang Feng exhaled a hot breath, like a celestial sword pill dispersing pent-up power, his surging vitality like magma, enveloped by mist like celestial clouds, melting all the snow around him.