Chapter 241

Luo Fei nodded solemnly, but his expression carried an unmistakable eagerness.

Gu Changzheng glared at him; Luo Fei shrank back, and though neither spoke a word, much had passed between them.

As soon as Gu Changzheng left, Luo Fei pulled out his phone and dialed a number…

As for Gu Changzheng, after stepping outside, he saw that the doctor had not gone to any other ward but was hurrying with his head down toward the end of the corridor.

Gu Changzheng knew that was where the elevator shaft was; he quickened his pace and arrived at the elevator doors just as they opened.

The doctor nodded slightly in greeting upon seeing him; Gu Changzheng returned the smile, and the two stepped into the elevator almost simultaneously. Gu Changzheng pressed the button for the first floor, and they said nothing more.

Luo Fei’s room was on the thirteenth floor; now, only Gu Changzheng and the doctor were in the elevator. Gu Changzheng suddenly asked, “Have I seen you somewhere before?”

The moment the words left his mouth, that same battle intent he’d felt in the ward returned beside him.

Gu Changzheng tensed his body; the cramped elevator space instantly filled with surging killing intent.

Gu Changzheng was now certain: the man in the white coat was the “hoodie” who had deliberately appeared before him and Gao Ye that night.

And he himself, needless to say, had been recognized by the other the moment he stood at the ward door. Both were like drawn bows—waiting to see who would strike first.

Suddenly! The elevator lurched violently, and the ceiling light flickered several times—like drops of ice water hitting hot oil, it exploded instantly.

The white coat struck first! In his right hand, a small long-handled knife had appeared out of nowhere—its blade extremely thin, extremely short—but the killing intent radiating from it was overwhelming.

Gu Changzheng first smelled blood in his nose, then saw a flash of cold light slashing toward him.

He moved too—though only half a second slower than the white coat. But that half-second left him no time to draw his weapon. By the time he recognized the knife in the white coat’s hand, the blade was already at his face.

He quickly threw himself backward, and with a loud “thud,” his back slammed hard against the elevator’s smooth stainless-steel wall.

Gu Changzheng felt sharp pain in his back, but he had avoided the white coat’s slash.

Seeing his first strike failed, the white coat tried to retract his knife, but Gu Changzheng seized the opening—his left hand splayed open, aiming straight for the wrist holding the blade.

The knife in the white coat’s hand seemed to have grown from his fingers; as Gu Changzheng reached for his wrist, the knife pulled back, blade upward, slicing directly at Gu Changzheng’s five fingers.

Gu Changzheng was startled—he hadn’t expected this kid to handle a knife so well! He yanked his hand back in haste, barely dodging the strike.

But the white coat seemed determined to kill him right there. After Gu Changzheng dodged, he pressed harder—“swish, swish, swish!”—and Gu Changzheng saw nothing but flashes of blade light; in an instant, he was backed into the elevator’s corner with no escape left.

Seeing Gu Changzheng trapped in the corner, the white coat showed no hesitation—his eyes blazed with malice, grip tightening on the knife as he lunged swiftly toward Gu Changzheng’s chest.

Though the knife was extremely sharp, its blade was too short and thin for thrusting or chopping, so he kept slashing and slicing at Gu Changzheng’s vital points. As the knife neared his body again and his back was already pressed flat against the cabin wall, Gu Changzheng sucked in a sharp breath and pulled his chest inward with all his strength.

“Sssch!” A cold sensation flashed across his chest—his shirt had been slashed open in a long gash.

Seeing the cut hadn’t reached his skin, Gu Changzheng seized the brief pause before the next strike and kicked out hard at the white coat’s ankle—there was a dull “thump!” The kick landed squarely on his left ankle.

Gu Changzheng wore shoes with extremely hard toe caps; though the kick didn’t break any bones, the joint pain was excruciating. The white coat cried out “Ow!” and hopped on one foot. Gu Changzheng seized the chance and kicked again—“thud!”—a solid front kick straight into the white coat’s abdomen.

The white coat groaned “Ow!” and bent forward, clutching his stomach with his left hand, kneeling half on the floor, his knife dropping from his right hand. Gu Changzheng thought: So this guy’s only good with a knife—no real hand-to-hand skills! Thank heaven! Thank heaven!

In that moment, he pulled out handcuffs, kicked the knife away, and snapped the cuffs shut behind the white coat’s back with a sharp “click.”

At that moment, the elevator doors opened automatically—the brief struggle inside had brought them down to the first floor. Only then did Gu Changzheng notice Luo Fei standing at the entrance.

Seeing Gu Changzheng’s torn shirt and the handcuffed white coat, Luo Fei understood a fight had just taken place—he rushed forward and asked, “Master! Are you hurt?”

Gu Changzheng shook his head: “This kid’s only good with a knife—everything else is weak. Otherwise, I’d have been seriously injured today.”

The white coat hung his head, silent. Gu Changzheng asked, “How soon will they arrive?” He meant the reinforcements Luo Fei had called.

“Any moment—Gao Ye and the others are nearby.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Gao Ye burst in first! Seeing the two, he hurried over and said, “Captain Gu! What’s going on? Did you find the hoodie?”

Gu Changzheng glanced at the white coat; Gao Ye now noticed the handcuffed man and moved behind him to study him closely: “Hey! This silhouette is exactly the same!”

The “hoodie” he and Gu Changzheng had chased that night—now, upon closer inspection, the back profile was unmistakably similar.

Too many new developments had surfaced these past two days—especially Gu Changzheng accidentally capturing a suspect in the serial murder case at the hospital, which greatly boosted everyone’s morale. After the white coat was taken back to the Criminal Investigation Team, Gu Changzheng interrogated him through the night.

But after his arrest, the white coat became like Xu Shu entering Cao’s camp—utterly silent. No matter what method Gu Changzheng tried, he remained as still as a meditating monk: head bowed, eyes fixed on his nose, nose fixed on his heart.

Helpless, Gu Changzheng had no choice but to leave him be for now and assign personnel to investigate the hospital overnight.

The investigation revealed the man’s name was Fang Yuan, age 27, a surgeon at the hospital.

This puzzled Gu Changzheng—he had a coveted job and high income, so why turn to murder?

What was his connection to Zhang Shaodong?

Was the “hoodie” his identity alone, or did he share it with Zhang Shaodong?

But after reviewing his complete file, Gu Changzheng fell silent—he never imagined this young doctor named Fang Yuan was actually…