Go Find Lin Mo

Yunxi Private Hospital reception desk.

Situ Dingyi's tall figure stood before the polished marble counter, his gaze quietly scanning the surroundings.

The receptionist looked up, offering a professional smile to the man in the crisp suit.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The service at private hospitals was indeed thorough.

Situ Dingyi returned the smile, leaning forward slightly. "Hello, I have a friend named Situ Qiong who is hospitalized here. Could you help me check which room she is in?"

The nurse's smile didn't waver in the slightest, but her words left no room for argument.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot disclose any information about our inpatients. If you are her friend, I suggest you contact her or her family directly."

Aside from excellent service, private hospitals also protected privacy properly.

Situ Dingyi didn't even twitch an eyebrow. It seemed he had expected this outcome all along. He merely smiled and didn't make things difficult for the ordinary person in front of him.

"Alright."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

It would have been best if he could just ask, but if not, they had other methods.

In the lobby lounge area not far away, Situ Ding'er was slouched crookedly in a sofa, his legs crossed high.

He was wearing the same style of haute couture suit, but he somehow managed to make it look like the outfit of a street thug.

He looked at the returning Situ Dingyi with his legs still crossed and teased, "How was it? Didn't get anything, right?"

"Yeah, stricter than I thought." Situ Dingyi paid no mind to his mockery.

Situ Ding'er stood up, patted some non-existent dust off his pants, and laughed. "Why go through all that trouble? Just use your Qi to find her. It takes three seconds, yet you insist on dawdling with these ordinary people."

Situ Dingyi frowned, offering a reminder. "Don't forget, this is normal society. Don't rely on our powers for everything. The Yanhuang Awakening isn't to be trifled with."

At the mention of the Yanhuang Awakening, the rogueish smile on Situ Ding'er's face faded a bit, replaced by a trace of disdain and irritation.

He curled his lip and muttered grumpily, "Tch, those guys only know how to suppress people with rules. If we really threw down..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

Situ Dingyi shot him a cold glare. "If we really threw down, they can mobilize missiles. You might be able to run, but what about the rest of the family?"

Situ Ding'er was instantly silenced. He resentfully tugged at the tie around his neck, looking thoroughly displeased. "I know, I know. It's so annoying. We even have to wear these damn things and pretend to be civilized."

After all, the Hidden Sects didn't have very strong control in modern society. In fact, it could be said that they were constrained by the Yanhuang Awakening at every turn.

The Yanhuang Awakening placed many restrictions on the Hidden Sects, the most important of which was that they could not cause chaos.

That was why Situ Dingyi and Situ Ding'er were currently dressed in suits and leather shoes.

The two of them were actually liaisons sent into society by the Hidden Sect's Situ family, as well as clansmen responsible for maintaining the family's businesses.

After all, feeding people and horses required money.

The Yanhuang Awakening tacitly allowed them to run businesses, provided they followed secular rules and didn't use supernatural powers to commit crimes.

If there were any problems, the Yanhuang Awakening would also dispatch people from the Hidden Sects to help.

This way, society could maintain stability and balance.

But this didn't mean the Yanhuang Awakening was afraid of the people from the Hidden Sects.

Therefore, people like Situ Dingyi would never go too far.

For example, directly attacking Jiang Chengshan.

Just then, Situ Ding'er paused his steps, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Something's wrong."

He closed his eyes to sense for a moment. When he opened them again, his expression was grave. "The Qi we left on Situ Qiong has been cut off."

Situ Dingyi's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of coldness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Erased?" He chuckled lightly, his tone betraying neither joy nor anger. "No matter. As long as she's still in the hospital, she can't run away."

With those words, he took the lead. The two followed the not-yet-fully-dissipated traces of Qi in the air, heading straight toward the operating room.

The doors to the operating room were tightly shut. The residual Qi fluctuations came to an abrupt halt here, as if cut off by an invisible wall.

It was empty inside; the surgery had obviously ended long ago.

A nurse pushing a medical equipment cart came out from inside. Seeing two men with extraordinary auras standing at the door, she was clearly taken aback.

Situ Dingyi immediately put on a gentle, anxious face and hurried forward.

"Hello, Miss Nurse, sorry to bother you. Could you tell me which ward the patient who just had surgery here was transferred to?"

The young nurse was a bit flustered by his demeanor and subconsciously pointed toward the end of the corridor.

"Oh... the patient's condition is critical, so she was sent to the ICU. Are you family?"

"Friends, we are her friends."

Situ Dingyi nodded quickly, his smile sincere. "We rushed over as soon as we heard the news. Thank you, Miss Nurse."

The young nurse didn't ask anything else. She just blushed, nodded, and hurried away with her cart.

Although they were both nurses, most of them actually didn't have much guard against things like this.

Situ Dingyi turned around and spread his hands at Situ Ding'er. The gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cat-and-mouse-like playfulness.

"See? How simple."

The two walked unhurriedly, as if strolling through their own backyard, making their way toward the ICU ward.

Just as they turned the corner of the corridor, they ran into two people head-on.

Jiang Chengshan, and Jiang Chengyue beside him.

Almost the instant he saw them, Jiang Chengshan's muscles suddenly tensed up. A sense of crisis stemming from biological instinct made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He jerked his head up, staring fixedly at Situ Dingyi's smiling face.

The curve at the corner of Situ Dingyi's mouth grew a bit wider.

He knew Jiang Chengshan, though Jiang Chengshan didn't know him.

But that overwhelming sense of oppression made Jiang Chengshan's heart pound wildly.

These two were definitely not good people!

They came with ill intent!

In a flash of lightning, Jiang Chengshan didn't hesitate in the slightest, letting out a sharp, low growl to Jiang Chengyue beside him:

"Quick! Go find Lin Mo! Go, now!"

Jiang Chengshan rarely ordered Jiang Chengyue around in such a tone.

So the clever Jiang Chengyue reacted in an instant.

She didn't ask a single question. She spun around and sprinted down the other side of the corridor with all her might!

The rapid clatter of her high heels striking the floor was exceptionally piercing in the quiet hallway.

Situ Dingyi watched her retreating back with great interest, showing no intention of stopping her.

"You're just going to let her run?"

Situ Ding'er frowned.

"Let her run." Situ Dingyi waved his hand.

He didn't really care, because he didn't think the other party had any trump cards left to resist him.

After all, Situ Qiong had already been defeated by their hands and was currently lying in the ICU.

There was no one left who could resist them.

However, as his gaze fell back onto Jiang Chengshan, Situ Dingyi's eyes held a trace of scrutiny amidst their coldness.

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