Tang Jingjing and Mo Fei sensed Mo Chuan's slight movement and woke up at the same time.
"Mo Chuan, you're awake!"
"Brother (Mo Chuan), how is he!"
The two spoke in unison.
Mo Chuan looked at the two women with a helpless expression, while Mo Fei and Tang Jingjing simultaneously looked at each other.
A strange atmosphere permeated the hospital room.
One had to admit that women's intuition was indeed strong.
Both were originally best friends, but a single exchange of glances now made them understand each other's identity – rivals.
Mo Chuan felt he needed to do something to ease the atmosphere, or else his fate would be like that of Makoto Shishio from School Days.
"Um..."
The two women turned their heads simultaneously to look at Mo Chuan.
"Can one of you call the doctor for me..."
"Oh dear... that won't do, Brother. Did you forget? My leg can't touch the ground yet. Jingjing jie, why don't you run the errand?"
"No can do~ I'm injured too." Tang Jingjing lifted her jacket to reveal her hospital gown. "Why don't Fei'er call them? It's not far, there's a call button right by the door."
It was clear they were already competing over trivial matters, which was a bad sign.
"Forget it... I'll call myself. It's just a minor injury anyway..." Mo Chuan said, intending to sit up and get out of bed.
"No!"
The two women said in unison again.
"You're not severely injured? You've been unconscious for 18 hours! Your stomach was pierced, alright? You can't get out of bed until the wound heals!" Mo Fei said with a frown.
"The doctor said you must lie down! To prevent the incision from bursting!" Tang Jingjing pressed Mo Chuan back onto the bed.
"..." Mo Chuan lay on the bed, looking at the two women who were once again engaged in a battle of glares, and his scalp tingled.
Heavens! Earth! I'd rather fight Ibaraki Doji again than stay here! Someone please save me!
Why did I get into acting in the first place? Now I'm lying in bed, stuck in a love triangle.
As if in response to his plea, Director Chen, along with Zhang Henshui, entered the ward, carrying some fruits and milk.
"Yo, you're awake?" Director Chen squeezed out a kind smile and said, "Special Police Officer Mo Chuan, you've earned three major merits this time. Don't worry, I've already applied for rewards for you. You might even be able to study and earn a salary afterwards."
"Cough cough." Zhang Henshui coughed a few times.
"Oh, right. Do you have time now? Minister Zhang and I want to chat with you about this incident."
Mo Chuan answered before Mo Fei and Tang Jingjing could speak, "Yes, yes, please tell me. Jingjing, push Mo Fei to the garden downstairs for a stroll." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
He couldn't say anything more. Director Chen and Brother Zhang, you two are my saviors!
Seeing this, Tang Jingjing had no choice but to help Zhang Henshui move the very reluctant Mo Fei onto a wheelchair and then push her out.
The ward door closed.
Director Chen sat in Tang Jingjing's previous seat, took out an orange, and began peeling it as he spoke, "In this bank robbery incident, there were a total of seven suspects. Six of them were wanted individuals from other cities in Qingzhou."
"We have confirmed five deaths and captured one survivor. The leader is currently at large. We also found many curse seals on the survivor, and they would be triggered upon his death."
"Through interrogation, we learned that they weren't robbing for money, but for a treasure that the treasure-hunting family, the Ye family, had deposited in the bank last month."
"Now, the bank has cleared the scene and confirmed that apart from the cash, only this one treasure is missing. Therefore, the bank hopes we can find its whereabouts."
"What treasure?" Mo Chuan asked after taking a sip of water.
"..." Director Chen frowned. He exchanged glances with Zhang Henshui for a few seconds before finally speaking to Mo Chuan, "Fragments of the original Sun Tzu's Art of War."
"??? Can't you just buy the complete book at any bookstore?"
"That's just a copied version of the content. I'm talking about the original," Director Chen said, "The spiritual energy resurgence has bestowed extraordinary powers upon the works and personal belongings of our ancient sages. The stronger the mental power contained within, the higher the spiritual value."
Zhang Henshui added, "For example, the incomplete volumes of 'The Spring and Autumn Annals' and 'The Analects' held by the Confucius family in Qufu; our Zhang family's 'The Art of War of Tai Gong'; or the complete set of Chu king bells excavated in Jingzhou a few years ago."
"However," Director Chen continued, "we investigated the entire scene and couldn't find it. So we suspect that the robber leader took it with him."
"There were fluctuations of spatial spiritual energy at the scene. It's possible he teleported away using a formation," Mo Chuan hinted subtly.
Director Chen and Zhang Henshui exchanged another glance. The former stood up, turned, and walked out of the ward to make a phone call.
Zhang Henshui took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he suddenly remembered it was a hospital and decided to just hold it in his mouth. He then took out his phone and dialed a number, saying, "You can come in now, the matter is concluded."
Mo Chuan looked towards the door and saw Ma Li, Old Wu, Liu Shuang, and Xiao Dao walk in, carrying flowers, supplements, fruits, and even several silk banners.
Mo Chuan looked at these colleagues he had known for less than a month, then looked at the silk banners in his hand, and his heart felt warm.
...
Three days later.
Mo Fei had her cast removed and was slowly walking on the ground, with Mo Chuan holding her small hand to prevent her from falling.
Tang Jingjing looked at the secretly smug Mo Fei with a look of disdain, shook her head, and continued to bite into her apple.
*Bang!*
With a loud bang, the ward door was rudely pushed open, and five or six bald men in suits entered, filling the already narrow double room.
A man wearing a Hawaiian-style t-shirt, sunglasses, and a large gold chain walked in with a grin and said, "Little sis! I've come to see you!"
"???" Mo Chuan and Mo Fei exchanged confused glances, then looked at Tang Jingjing, only to find that Tang Jingjing's expression had instantly turned cold due to the arrival of this "brother."
The man in sunglasses put down some gifts and asked with a playful smile, "How are you? Almost recovered from your injuries?"
"Why are you here? Didn't you wish I'd be blown to death by those curse seals so you could get my inheritance? What are you pretending to care about here?"
"Little sis..." The man's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Mo Chuan and Mo Fei beside her and said to the bald men, "I need to talk to little sis. You guys, throw them out."
The bald men moved to act, and Tang Jingjing shouted angrily, "Who dares!"
"Little sis," the man said, taking off his sunglasses and tossing them to the bald bodyguard behind him. He then walked up to Mo Chuan and, in front of him, provocatively lifted Mo Fei's chin, "This little girl looks quite good, doesn't she? No need to throw her out, just take her with you."