Chapter 27: The Mysterious Fatso

  Leaf teacher?

  Zhao Heng had an idea, but it quickly dissipated.

  As they talked, the two of them had already walked back to their dormitory. However, there was no sign of Qiao Baozi inside, and even the Coke on the table was gone. Amidst Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan's astonishment, a few cunning laughs came from the bathroom, followed by muttering to himself: "Dare to fight with me? Hehe, watch as I smoke you to death."

  Song Qingguan wanted to go knock on the door but was pulled back by Zhao Heng, Qiao Baozi was obviously hiding in the bathroom playing chess with a beauty, at this time he was feeling great, so there was no need for the two of them to disturb him. Therefore, Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan sat down at the table, flipping through a newspaper they had bought from the school bookstore.

  Song Qingguan flipped through the financial news, while Zhao Heng's gaze fell on the political page. The headline caught his attention for a moment, as he read about how General Dongfang Xiong led a tank battalion to inspect the border and destroyed six Indian military camps, using iron-blooded tactics to inform the Indian government not to approach the disputed territory, thus deterring the restless Indian army from making any rash moves.

  The Eastern Hero Image is a great mountain, pressing the surrounding countries to be unable to move, and the Huaxia government takes the opportunity to draw all disputed borders into its territory, making Huaxia's land even larger. Zhao Heng looked at the newspaper with only text and no image of Dongfang Xiong, and sighed softly: "Indeed, he is the number one general of Huaxia."

  But he is still confident about Lu Meng surpassing Dongfang Bubai.

  When Zhao Heng had read the newspaper for half, he suddenly saw the bathroom door open, followed by Qiao Bao's strange laughter: "Haha, I'm indeed a genius, 36 minutes to defeat a third-level chess player, let's see if she dares to challenge me again, no, she should worship me as her master."

  As Zhao Heng furrowed his brow, he placed the computer in front of him. Zhao Heng indeed saw a frozen chessboard, and Qiao Baozi had won with an absolute advantage. The chessboard was quite exquisite. A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Heng's face, and then he looked at Qiao Baozi, who was beaming with pride: "Shall we play a few rounds?"

  Zhao Heng was also skilled in chess under the guidance of Feng Shu, so he wanted to test his level.

  "Just play around sometimes."

  Qiao Pangzi saw Zhao Heng challenging himself, and hastily waved his hand in response: "I'm just casually playing around, how dare I play against the invincible Brother Heng? If you're really interested, another day I'll go buy a Go chess set to study with you, but today is absolutely not possible, earlier I was exhausted from dealing with that obedient girl."

  Zhao Heng felt that Qiao Baozi was hiding something from him in his not-so-honest smile, but he wasn't a gossipmonger, so he didn't continue to bother him and instead continued reading the newspaper. After shaking off Zhao Heng's challenge, Qiao Baozi seemed even more relaxed, humming popular songs as he climbed onto bed to play with his phone.

  He also raised his index finger and placed it on his lips, signaling Song Qingyuan to be silent.

  Song Qing glared at him with a bad temper but didn't say anything.

  After the storm in the cafeteria, Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang did not come to trouble Zhao Heng again. Although Qiao Baozi and Song Qingguan both thought that the former must be brewing new schemes or accumulating strength, Zhao Heng didn't put it in his heart at all. Liu Baishu had been killed by him, what could Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang do?

  He spends his daily life in dormitory, library and dining hall.

  Of course, every morning still doesn't forget long-distance running.

  He still got up at 5:30 this morning, wearing a black sportswear running on the pedestrian path in Huahai City. He runs different routes every day, not only to give himself a fresh feeling but also to familiarize himself with the environment of Huahai streets and alleys as soon as possible.

  After all, he will take down Hua Hai in the future!

  However, for some reason, Zhao Heng always felt like someone was secretly watching him every time he went running. This pure intuition had existed for over a week, but he couldn't find anyone following him no matter how many times he turned his head back, and he couldn't think of anything that would make him worth following, so despite being suspicious, he didn't investigate further.

  This time, when he ran past an intersection, he still felt that someone was following him from behind. He subconsciously turned his head, but still didn't see the follower, only a few cars stopped at the intersection waiting for the red light to pass, among which a low-key domestic Panda car made him pause slightly, and then Zhao Heng resumed his marathon running posture.

  He didn't do much, just remembered the license plate number.

  Zhao Heng, who remembered the license plate number, didn't pay attention to the people following him and ran into a park at a steady pace. Just as he turned onto a lawn, he suddenly saw an old man practicing Tai Chi stumble and fall to the ground, looking like he was drunk. The people around him were shocked and scattered away.

  Then the people who were exercising gathered around, pointing and talking about something to the old man, but no one went to help him or call the police with their mobile phones. Zhao Heng took a deep breath and ran over quickly, only to see that the old man's face was pale, his breathing weak, and his eyes tightly closed in a coma.

  Sudden cardiac death!

  Zhao Heng, who had studied medicine with Uncle Feng for several years, quickly judged the old man's symptoms and knew that he now needed certain life-saving measures. While dialing the hospital emergency number, he squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and leaned towards the fallen old man, saying in a low voice: "Everyone, please don't surround the patient, we need to keep the air circulating."

  When people around saw someone with good intentions coming over, they all made way for him. Following Zhao Heng's instructions, they also expanded the circle of onlookers to avoid being implicated themselves. Meanwhile, they whispered among themselves whether Zhao Heng would stir up trouble and if he was going to get into big trouble by offending the old man's family, this young fellow might regret it bitterly.

  Zhao Heng did not directly carry the old man to the hospital. After making the call, he slowly turned the old man over, revealing his face clearly. Zhao Heng was taken aback for a moment - Ye, Principal? He couldn't help but think that this world is indeed small. Just two days ago, he had seen Principal Ye in the cafeteria, and now he ran into him again in the park.

  And he even fainted.

  However, Zhao Heng didn't think much of the coincidence. He squatted down and opened the old man's clothes, moving his warm right hand back and forth on the old man's chest to help relieve his condition using the method taught by Feng Shu. For a moment, Zhao Heng's mind was fully immersed in the flow of energy in his palm, letting the warmth seep into the old man's body bit by bit.

  Among the crowd's astonishment, a bead of sweat slowly seeped out from Zhao Heng's forehead, dripping onto the grass. The situation was getting severe, and he quickly put his left hand up as well. The tremors coming from his lower abdomen kept jumping in his palm, indirectly guiding his heart to beat again, giving the old man an extra thread of life.

  "Hmm!"

  When Zhao Heng felt the old man's pulse, he immediately pulled out his left hand and pressed it on the old man's carotid artery, gently massaging. Before long, the old man groaned and woke up, his cloudy eyes staring blankly around, while the surrounding crowd cheered and clapped, both for the old man coming back to life and for Zhao Heng's skill.

  They don't dare help the elderly, but hope for more people like Zhao Heng.

  Zhao Heng hurriedly wiped away the sweat on his forehead and put the water bottle he was carrying with him to Ye Lao's lips: "Ye Lao, you've had a sudden heart attack, don't speak, drink some water to calm your mind, I've already called the hospital ambulance, they'll be here soon to treat you, don't thank me or say anything."

  Principal Ye looked at Zhao Heng with gratitude and took a sip of warm water.

  The ambulance arrived quickly, and the emergency doctor, who was initially somewhat impatient, learned from Zhao Heng's mouth that the old man was Ye Xiaozhong, and his attitude immediately became absolutely respectful. Because Principal Ye is not only the president of Huahai University but also China's first Nobel Prize winner, even government leaders have to show him respect.

  So the doctor and nurse carefully lifted him into the car, and also asked Zhao Heng, the suspected perpetrator, to follow along. After all, now that Principal Ye was involved, someone had to be held accountable. The doctor subtly invited Zhao Heng to get in while seriously examining his ID card twice under the pretext of registering the injured person for hospitalization.

  Zhao Heng knew what they meant, but seeing Ye Lao's injuries, he endured it.

  The car quickly arrived at the hospital, and the dean, who had already received a phone call, personally led a team of experts to send Principal Ye into the intensive care unit for examination. Just when Zhao Heng felt that he was not involved in the matter and was about to leave, three police officers suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

  The female police officer in the middle spoke coldly: "Trouble you to make a record."

  This policewoman has a beautiful oval face, with delicate and soft features that are simply the perfect gift from God. Her raven-black hair is coiled at the back of her head, exuding an inexplicable elegance. Overall, she has an indescribable heroic spirit, but the coldness on her face makes her look domineering.

  Zhao Heng's face was stunned: Who would have thought saving someone would be so troublesome?