Old Mr. Bai's surgery went smoothly. Protected by Ling Feng's primal essence, it shouldn't have been a major issue.
"Mr. Ling, Old Mr. Bai is out of danger. He just needs to stay in the hospital for a period of recuperation."
Li Changsong, with sweat beading on his forehead, approached Ling Feng and said respectfully.
Ling Feng nodded. "Thank you for your trouble, Elder Li!"
Li Changsong's heart leaped with joy, as if he had received the greatest praise. He said with a beaming smile, "It's my duty, my duty!"
Anyone familiar with Li Changsong would have dropped their jaws at this sight.
After all, Li Changsong had never been this happy even when he received a prestigious award in the medical field.
What was the identity of this young man before them? How could he possess such influence?
However, despite their doubts, no one dared to step forward and inquire.
"By the way, Mr. Ling, I'm quite idle these days. I was thinking of staying at the hospital to oversee Old Mr. Bai's subsequent care. What are your thoughts, Mr. Ling?"
Li Changsong said with utmost sincerity, his tone full of deference.
Ling Feng frowned slightly. He did not wish to be so conspicuous.
The surrounding crowd instantly fell silent.
Am I dreaming? For Elder Li to offer to be a caregiver?
And judging by Mr. Ling's expression, he seemed somewhat displeased?
This must be a dream, it has to be a dream.
Some people began to lightly slap their own faces, but the pain was real. They were not dreaming; everything before them was true.
Ling Feng eventually agreed to Elder Li's kind offer. After all, with things having reached this point, it would be impossible to maintain a low profile even if he wanted to.
Given the stir he had caused today, countless people would likely come to visit in the coming days, which would not be conducive to Old Mr. Bai's recovery.
However, with Li Changsong in charge, there would surely be no mishaps.
The next morning, the Hanjiang City News Channel broadcasted a major piece of news.
Zheng Guofeng, former director of the First People's Hospital of Hanjiang City, was convicted of accepting bribes and endangering lives. Due to the substantial amount involved, he was sentenced to twenty years in prison, with his illicit gains of twelve million yuan confiscated. The sentence was to be executed immediately.
Wang Qing, former president of the First People's Hospital of Hanjiang City, was given a warning for poor judgment in personnel selection.
At once, the city was in an uproar.
Those with well-connected sources immediately learned of the inside story, and everyone became curious about this mysterious Mr. Ling.
Of course, some from prominent families knew even more, realizing that almost all significant events in Hanjiang City recently were related to this Mr. Ling.
Was Hanjiang about to undergo a transformation?
Some previously arrogant and overbearing second-generation heirs were sternly reprimanded by their elders and confined to their homes.
The preceding examples were vivid. If their heirs continued to cause trouble outside, who knew when a disaster might befall them.
Ling Feng paid no attention to any of this.
He had been in Hanjiang for two days, and it was time to avenge his elder brother, Ling Yan.
After his brother's body went missing yesterday, he had ordered relevant departments to conduct a thorough investigation. Now it was time to hear the results of their investigation.
Brother, rest assured, no one will be able to let you die unjustly.
Even if I have to turn Hanjiang upside down, I, Ling Feng, will ensure your revenge.
For the past few days, Yang Fei had been stationed at the funeral home.
He never compromised on the orders Ling Feng gave him.
Consequently, the funeral home began to buzz with activity.
Throughout the day, people of all sorts came to meet Yang Fei, reporting the information they had obtained through various channels.
However, there was still no news of Ling Yan's body.
On this day, as Ling Feng returned home after sending Xiao Ran to kindergarten, Yang Fei rushed to meet him, holding a stack of documents. He said excitedly, "Brother, we have news about the person with the scar on his neck."
"Speak!"
Ling Feng did not want to waste a single word.
Yang Fei immediately reported all the information he had gathered to Ling Feng.
It turned out that Hanjiang City had two highly influential organizations: the Heavenly Blade Society and the Red Eagle Society. These organizations not only had extensive membership but were also backed by powerful figures.
The person with the scar on his neck was a key member of the Heavenly Blade Society, Ma Yifei, the head of the society's disciplinary department.
After hearing Yang Fei's report, Ling Feng frowned. The death of his elder brother, Ling Yan, was becoming increasingly mysterious, now involving prominent families, magnates, and various organizations.
Years of living on the brink of death had allowed Ling Feng to sense a hint of conspiracy.
It could be confirmed that his brother had absolutely no affiliation with the Heavenly Blade Society, nor would Ling Yan's status and position have allowed him to associate with such an organization.
Now that the clue pointed to the Heavenly Blade Society, he naturally would not let it go easily.
He glanced back at Yang Fei and said, "Do you know where the Heavenly Blade Society is? Take me to see this Ma Yifei immediately."
Yang Fei dared not question him and quickly turned to the casually dressed but upright young men behind him. "I'll leave the security of the funeral home to you. You must also ensure Xiao Ran's safety without any mistakes. Do you understand?"
"Yes!"
These individuals were clearly highly trained experts. They responded in unison, their presence as imposing as roaring lions.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Ling Feng's eyes. Yang Fei always acted with such caution and thoroughness.
This was also the primary reason he had brought him to Hanjiang.
As soon as they stepped out of the villa, Yang Fei suddenly received a message. After a quick glance, he said, "Brother, the latest news is that Ma Yifei is not at the Heavenly Blade Society today. It seems their society is hosting an important figure at the Huaya International Grand Hotel today, and almost all their key members will be present."
Ling Feng paused his steps and said softly, "What important figure? Is it related to my brother's death?"
Yang Fei replied, "This person seems to be deliberately hiding their identity. So far, no information about them has been obtained."
Ling Feng stopped speaking. At this particular juncture, he could not afford to be careless with any mysterious individual appearing in Hanjiang.
"Let's go, Huaya International Grand Hotel!"
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The Huaya International Grand Hotel was a renowned riverside hotel in Hanjiang. Due to its unique geographical location and exceptionally high service standards, it was a premier hotel in the city.
Countless wealthy merchants and tycoons preferred to hold banquets and entertain distinguished guests here!
Yang Fei drove, looking at Ling Feng beside him, and said, "Brother, this Huaya International Grand Hotel is no ordinary place. A meal here alone costs over a hundred thousand. I heard the Heavenly Blade Society has booked the entire venue this time, so the person they are hosting must be someone extraordinary."
As a five-star hotel occupying tens of acres, booking the entire venue required not only financial strength but also influence, which Ling Feng naturally understood.
Ling Feng calmly asked, "What are you trying to say?"
Yang Fei replied, "I think this person's identity is definitely extraordinary. Should I go and scout the situation first later?"
Ling Feng understood the hidden meaning behind Yang Fei's words. His actions in Hanjiang City had already displeased some high-ranking officials.
At this moment, Yang Fei naturally did not want Ling Feng to make more enemies. And judging by the Heavenly Blade Society's actions this time, the guest must be someone of immense influence.
A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he stated decisively, "No need!"
With just one sentence and two words, Ling Feng conveyed his stance.
Yang Fei understood Ling Feng well; the shorter his words, the more unchangeable his decision.