Under Xiao Feng's persuasion, Jiang Yixin finally agreed to assist Du Linlang. She is a smart person and naturally understands Xiao Feng's intentions. As for how to assist Du Linlang, she also has her own plans.

At this time, only Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue were left in the ward. The once ice-cold beauty, wrapped in bandages, had lost her aura, seemingly no different from ordinary people.

Xiao Feng quietly accompanied her. After a long while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it was me who got you involved this time. But don't worry, after these two days, I'll make those people pay double. You can have a good sleep, and when you wake up, all the problems will be solved!"

In fact, after seeing the Ninth Courtyard turn into ruins, Xiao Feng's first thought was to destroy the Devil's Concentration Camp.

However, there was a crucial issue in this—finding the exact location of the Devil's Concentration Camp.

Xiao Feng hadn't spent much time at the Devil's Concentration Camp, yet within this short period, the camp had moved three times.

From the mountaintop to the seaside, then from the seaside to the deep forest, it even stayed on a cruise ship for a while.

This organization was like a group of ghosts, with no fixed location, making it impossible to seek revenge.

Moreover, there was still Miao Youmin and the Shen Group that needed to be settled. Xiao Feng could only deal with the problems in Jiangcheng while letting Lu Yao find the location of the Devil's Concentration Camp as soon as possible.

In the early morning, the on-duty nurse came to check the situation and was surprised to see Xiao Feng sitting next to Du Qingyue.

The nurse walked in quietly and whispered, "This is a VIP ward, with dedicated staff responsible for it. We check the patient's condition every hour, so you don't have to stay here specifically."

"Are there VIP wards now?" Xiao Feng said with a somewhat sarcastic smile, "It seems having money truly makes everything possible."

The nurse was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond for a moment. She could only avoid the topic and said, "The experts in our hospital all say you have excellent medical skills. Surely you must have studied abroad?"

Xiao Feng didn't know that after he personally set Du Qingyue's bones earlier, the doctors at Central Hospital were spreading legends about his medical proficiency, and many were eager to visit him.

This is why the nurse assumed, as a matter of course, that Xiao Feng had studied abroad.

"No, I don't count as a colleague with you guys." Xiao Feng replied without turning his head, "You can rest assured tonight. I'll stay here to accompany."

The nurse nodded and cautiously retreated, but as she watched Xiao Feng sitting by the bedside, she couldn't help but feel envious. How wonderful it would be to find such a husband!

The rising sun poured golden light into the ward, which was a rare sight in the skyscraper-dense environment of the city center.

Xiao Feng thought this was the difference between a VIP ward and a regular ward. In addition to having professional medical staff and one-on-one care, even the lighting in the ward was much better than in standard ones.

He glanced at the shattered oil painting on the bedside table and the business plan Du Qingyue made for "Romantic Affairs," took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.

Just after stepping out, Xiao Feng noticeably realized that the nurses passing by were looking at him with peculiar expressions, but he didn't have the heart to pay attention to it now.

Just then, Song Keren sent a message saying Miao Youmin had successfully been brought to the police station, so getting him to talk was an urgent task that needed solving...

After stepping into the elevator, the nurses gathered and started gossiping.

The nurse responsible for Han Lengyue's ward last night whispered, "Did you know? He sat in the ward the whole night. I used to think rich people only cared about money, but now I see you can't judge all of them the same."

"What's the big deal?" a pretty nurse nearby said disdainfully. "Those two have known each other since childhood; you could say they were childhood sweethearts. This was reported in previous news."

Saying this, she took out her phone, showing a report of Xiao Feng's previous media interview at the civil affairs bureau.

After reading it, all the nurses couldn't help but sigh, lamenting how such a good couple ended up like this.

It's truly fate playing tricks!

"Sister Na, how about I cover your night shifts in the future?" a young nurse said courteously. The Sister Na she referred to was the nurse in charge of Du Qingyue's ward.

Sister Na frowned, "Are you interested in that handsome guy?"

With those words, the surrounding nurses all cast disdainful glances at the young nurse.

The young nurse pouted, "Such a good man is hard to find nowadays; who wouldn't be moved by it?"

"As a colleague, let me give you a piece of advice: love is meant for who it belongs to." Sister Na advised with the tone of someone experienced, "If that handsome guy really falls for you, would you still think he's a good man?"

The young nurse stuck out her tongue, "I'm just saying, I'd never do such a thing!"

At this point, a middle-aged nurse with more experience spoke, "If everyone really wants to help this couple, let's give more attention to the people in Sister Na's ward next."

The nurses nodded, agreeing with this perspective.

Someone once said a hospital is the best place to see into people's hearts. Disobedient descendants arrive late at old folks' deaths, and some won't even pay their parents' medical bills despite having money.

Seeing such ugly behavior countless times, the nurses found genuine affection particularly precious, at least proving that beautiful souls, though rare, haven't vanished completely!

But on another note, without the contrast of ugliness, beauty wouldn't exist; it depends on the perspective.

...

After returning to the police station, Wang Qiang immediately approached, "Brother Feng, we've tried multiple methods since Miao Youmin was caught, but he refuses to speak. Without his confession, we can't convict him."

Xiao Feng expected this and nodded, "Having served as a cop for half a lifetime, he knows your interrogation tactics inside out. To get him to speak, we'll need some special methods… Has Sister Wang stepped in?"

Wang Qiang nodded helplessly, "Sister Wang has been conversing with Miao Youmin for two hours. You should check it out yourself."

Xiao Feng followed Wang Qiang to the interrogation room door. Inside, Wang Yanmin was animatedly speaking, while opposite her, Miao Youmin maintained a smiling face, occasionally responding as if having a casual chat.

Xiao Feng observed for a while, knowing this approach wouldn't work on Miao Youmin, and said, "Call Sister Wang out."

Wang Yanmin emerged from the interrogation room with an empty cup, her energy visibly low, "We've truly met our match this time. I switched through over ten topics but couldn't find one Miao Youmin disliked."

Xiao Feng smiled, comforting her, "Sister Wang, you're not a panacea, can't cure all ailments. Go rest, leave Miao Youmin to me."

"Alright." Wang Yanmin shook her head and left.

In reality, before Xiao Feng tapped into her chattiness for interrogation capability, she enjoyed chatting, regardless of the other person's mood. At least, she felt quite pleased.

However, since her chattiness became a tool for interrogation, Wang Yanmin grew averse to dragging people into conversations, a change the bureau staff noticed.

This issue puzzled Wang Yanmin; thinking it over, she could only conclude that when a hobby turns professional, it undergoes various inexplicable changes.

From a certain standpoint, this answer isn't wrong.

Previously, her conversations were purely personal interests without any ulterior motive, but now they carry strong intentions, fundamentally altering the nature.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.