Now he can only hope the police arrive soon.
"Die, you brat!" the assassin Mei roared, thrusting her dagger forward.
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and forcibly blocked it with his arm.
"Tear—"
Yang Feng's arm was stabbed with a gruesome cut by a dagger, and blood kept flowing out, staining his blue and white school uniform red.
"Hiss—" Yang Feng winced in pain, staggering back several steps to catch his breath, but the assassin Mei quickly stepped forward, brandishing a dagger and stabbing it into his chest, giving him no chance to breathe.
"Xiao Feng! Watch out!" Xia Guoliang couldn't help but shout.
Everyone in the room trembled, while Zhou Jianwen crawled under the bed, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as he listened to Yang Feng's screams outside.
Seeing the gleaming dagger hurtling towards him, Yang Feng quickly retreated, frantically flipping over tables and sofas, doing everything in his power to evade the assassin's attack.
"Host, jump out the window quickly! Otherwise, we'll both die here today!" the system hurriedly said. It was even more anxious than Yang Feng because it was one with Yang Feng, and it would automatically destroy itself if Yang Feng died.
"No way!" Yang Feng immediately rejected the idea, continuing to evade the assassin Mei's attacks.
"What kind of hero are you pretending to be? Those heroes on TV wouldn't even last two episodes in the real world, you know? Play it safe, develop your strength, and retreat quickly. Things change, you can still avenge them in the future if you run away now. Why risk your life for them? Is it worth it?" the system said.
Yang Feng remained silent. Indeed, why should they risk their lives for their own sake? Besides, they looked down on him so much.
The assassin's lips curled into a cold smile. Seeing that Yang Feng was somewhat stunned, she swiftly flashed her dagger and stabbed him.
Yang Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly regained his senses. He used his arm to block the dagger again, leaving a cut. Blood flowed out again like water, and his school uniform was soaked with bright red bloodstains.
"Damn it!" Yang Feng felt a little dizzy and cursed under his breath. His forehead had been hit and was bleeding, and now he was losing too much blood, making his face look pale.
His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground. His eyes fell on the assassin, Mei, who smiled slightly, touched the dagger in his hand, and said, "Kid, you're done for now. Die!"
Waaaaah—
Just then, a series of whistling sounds came from outside.
"The police are here!!" Xia Guoliang shouted and rushed to Yang Feng's side, looking at the hesitant assassin in front of him.
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Chapter 26 Admission to the Hospital
"Heh...you're lucky." The assassin said, turning around, stepping onto the window, leaping out, and disappearing into the night.
Seeing that the assassin had left, Xia Guoliang let out a deep breath. Fortunately, the whistling sound came in time, otherwise Xiao Feng might have died here. How could he explain that to his mother and his father in the afterlife?
Seeing the assassin leave, Yang Feng relaxed completely, closed his eyes, and fainted.
At this moment, several doctors in white coats came in from outside. Xia Guoliang immediately understood. It turned out that it wasn't the police who had arrived, but the ambulance he had called earlier.
"Quickly get the injured person into the ambulance." A doctor saw that Yang Feng was covered in blood, and he was obviously the injured person. Two doctors carried Yang Feng into the ambulance on a stretcher. Then, another siren sounded from afar. Yes, it was a police car.
......
Yanjing City, First People's Hospital.
In a private ward on the fourth floor, several people stood there, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at a young man on the bed.
At this moment, his face was still pale, his hands were wrapped in white bandages, and he was receiving an IV drip.
"Yang Feng, wake up quickly!"
With tears welling in Yang Lianqing's beautiful eyes, she spoke.
His attending physician, Long Tingting, was immediately approached by Xia Guoliang, who asked, "Doctor, could you please tell me about Xiao Feng...?"
"The patient is out of danger, but he is still unconscious because of excessive blood loss. Strangely enough, his constitution is much better than that of an average person, so you don't need to worry too much," Long Tingting said, glancing at Yang Feng on the hospital bed.
"Thank you, doctor," Xia Guoliang said, nodding.
Xia Yumo, sitting beside the hospital bed, bit her red lips, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Feng on the bed, her heart filled with complex emotions.
“Lianqing, Xiaofeng is unconscious right now, but you can’t stay up all night like this. It would be bad if he missed his studies. You should go back and rest first. I’ll take good care of him here.” Xia Guoliang patted Yang Lianqing’s shoulder and said.
Yang Lianqing turned to look at them, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, and cried out, "If it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened to my brother! Haven't you already stopped talking to our family? Why did you invite my brother to your house for dinner? Why!"
"I..." Xia Guoliang was truly ashamed to face her. He sighed deeply, not knowing what to say. Ever since this girl learned last night that Yang Feng was injured and hospitalized, she rushed over in a hurry, and now it's already the middle of the second day.
"Get out of here, I don't want to see you." Yang Lianqing said coldly without any mercy.
"Lianqing, you should go and rest. There are nurses at the hospital who can take care of Xiaofeng. Look at your dark circles under your eyes, go back and rest first."
Lin Ya said with some shame, after all, Yang Feng did this for their family.
"Let's go!" Yang Lianqing called out to them, her beautiful eyes red and swollen, making her look very endearing.
"Alright, alright, let's go, let's go. Remember to rest too, don't overexert yourself." Xia Guoliang had no choice but to say this quickly, then turned and left the ward with his wife and children.
Seeing them leave, Yang Lianqing bit her red lips, turned her head back to look at Yang Feng, who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Brother..."
At this moment, Yang Feng was in a world of blue skies, white clouds, and lush green grass.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw the azure sky. He sat up slightly, touched his head, and murmured, "Huh? Where am I?"
Yang Feng remembered that he was fighting an assassin, and then everything went black. He couldn't remember anything after that. He stood up from the grass and found that his strength had increased significantly.
At this moment, a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly appeared beside Yang Feng. Her pure and beautiful face was like a fine work of art. Her big, bright eyes blinked as she looked at Yang Feng, with a hint of cunning in them. Yet, she had an impressive chest for her age.
"Hello, host."