12dz Chapter 133 I'm rushing to save your father
Chapter 133 I'm rushing to save your father
Chapter 133 I'm rushing to save your father
The helicopter flew through the air, and Zhuo Yang looked down at the earth with a solemn expression.
He always had a bad feeling lingering in his heart, and whenever he had this feeling, something big was bound to happen.
The driver suddenly said to Zhuo Yang, "Mr. Zhuo Yang, Mr. Dongfang needs to speak with you. Please contact him using the satellite phone."
Zhuo Yang frowned slightly; that feeling was growing stronger.
He took the satellite phone from the driver and said in a deep voice, "It's me, Zhuo Yang!"
"Something terrible has happened! Old Wu has been in a car accident and is in critical condition!" Dongfang Jiye's voice was urgent and trembling.
"I'll get there within an hour and have the doctors do everything they can to keep him alive!" Zhuo Yang frowned, a cold smile playing on his lips.
A car accident? It's probably not that simple!
Zhuo Yang instructed the driver to fly directly to Lingzhou First Hospital.
As soon as the helicopter entered the airspace above the city, Zhuo Yang jumped out, used the Cloud-Walking Instant Step technique, and with lightning speed, he left the helicopter far behind in the blink of an eye, like a fighter jet with a loud roar.
He didn't care at all what kind of impact revealing his cultivation level in broad daylight would have on ordinary people.
A few minutes later, the video was posted online, causing a minor sensation.
Outside the hospital's emergency center, Dongfang Jiye paced anxiously back and forth. On a nearby table and chairs, a man in his early twenties sat upright with a cold expression.
"Zhuo Yang, you're here!" Dongfang Jiye saw Zhuo Yang appear at the end of the passage and quickly ran over.
"How's Lao Wu?" Zhuo Yang's gaze swept towards the emergency center's operating room. A red light was on the door, indicating that surgery was in progress.
"It's very bad. The doctor just came out and said that Lao Wu suffered a chest and lung crush injury. He has been issued a critical condition notice and is being resuscitated." Dongfang Jiye shook his head sadly, his eyes red, whether from exhaustion or from crying, it was hard to tell.
Wu Hongliang was his old squad leader, and the camaraderie they shared was something that ordinary people could hardly understand.
"Okay, I'll go in and save him!"
Zhuo Yang nodded and headed straight for the emergency center.
A young man in his twenties was sitting on a bench in the passageway. He suddenly stood up and blocked Zhuo Yang's way.
"You're the Zhuo Yang my father was talking about?" The young man looked at Zhuo Yang with a disgusted expression, making no attempt to hide it from him.
"Who are you?" Zhuo Yang frowned and met his gaze.
"My name is Wu Changming, and Wu Hongliang is my father!"
With a cold expression, Wu Changming said firmly, "What else can you cultivators do besides committing evil deeds, burning, killing, looting, and disrupting social harmony?"
"My father's accident must be related to you!"
Wu Changming grabbed Zhuo Yang's collar fiercely, his eyes quickly turning red with murderous intent.
"Aren't you a cultivator too?" Zhuo Yang sneered, and with a flick of his hand, he sent Wu Changming flying far away.
It was a very strange feeling. Wu Changming had a strong fluctuation of true essence, but the fluctuation was very strange. It was completely different from the true essence fluctuation of mortal cultivators and did not conform to any level.
"Hmph, we are warriors who protect our country, unlike you selfish cultivators!" Wu Changming looked at Zhuo Yang with hatred, but his face showed a kind of suppressed forbearance.
Zhuo Yang was secretly puzzled, but after scanning with his demonic eyes, he immediately realized, "They are actually modified warriors. The power of technology does have its merits."
"You use technology to enhance your bodies and possess extraordinary true essence, so you should be able to use magic, right?" Zhuo Yang shook his head. "You are still very different from true cultivators. Your mental cultivation is too poor. If you are not careful, you will be punished by the Heavenly Dao. Be careful!"
"I'm rushing to save your father, get out of the way!"
Zhuo Yang glanced at him and walked towards the emergency center again.
"You don't need to worry about it." Wu Changming stepped forward to stop Zhuo Yang, his expression filled with extreme hatred.
It seems he has a very strong prejudice against monks.
Zhuo Yang looked at Wu Changming indifferently, his brows furrowed, and his sixth sense brought back a clear image.
Wu Hongliang was just a few meters away in the emergency center. He was lying on a hospital bed, and several doctors were performing surgery. The situation was so urgent that there was no time to take him to the operating room.
"Your father is about to die," Zhuo Yang said in a deep voice.
"You don't need to pretend!" Wu Changming's face looked resolute at first glance, an expression that only a soldier who had undergone long-term training could have. But at this moment, he stared at Zhuo Yang with intense hatred.
"You want your father dead?" Zhuo Yang stared at him.
"I don't want to." Wu Changming clenched his right fist, as if he might attack Zhuo Yang at any moment. "But I don't trust any cultivators. There isn't a single good person among you!"
"How old are you to still define someone as a good person or a bad person?" Zhuo Yang scoffed dismissively. "Childish!"
"What did you say?" Wu Changming suddenly exploded, swinging his fist at Zhuo Yang's face.
Zhuo Yang neither dodged nor avoided, and didn't even blink.
The fist didn't come down; it stopped a few centimeters in front of Zhuo Yang. Wu Changming gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I'm afraid to hit you. I just don't want to affect ordinary people!"
Dongfang Jiye rushed over to try and calm things down, but neither of them paid him any attention, creating a very tense situation.
At this moment, Zhuo Yang frowned: "Your father is about to give up. I'm going to save him. Believe it or not, don't stop me!"
After saying that, he headed towards the emergency center.
Wu Changming blocked him again, spreading his strong arms, his face full of defiance.
Zhuo Yang let out a heavy snort, and an invisible sound wave immediately pierced through the entire corridor.
Several ordinary people nearby inexplicably felt a bit uncomfortable, but didn't feel anything else.
Wu Changming suddenly clutched his head and squatted on the ground in anguish.
"I don't know why you hate cultivators so much, but I'm telling you, your father is dying, and as his son, you shouldn't stop me!" Zhuo Yang glanced at him coldly and pushed open the door of the emergency center.
Wu Changming tried to pull Zhuo Yang back, but his head was throbbing with pain and he couldn't even stand up.
Inside the emergency center, a nurse noticed Zhuo Yang walk in and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Sir, you can't come in..."
Zhuo Yang waved his hand to interrupt her, and said calmly, "You can't save Wu Hongliang, so get out of the way!"
The loud voice made the incandescent bulbs flicker.
Several doctors stopped what they were doing and stared at Zhuo Yang in astonishment.
"Sir, this is an emergency center, we can't let you..." a doctor hurriedly began, but was stunned by the astonishing scene before him.
Zhuo Yang waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck the wall, blasting out a large area of charred black.
"If you can't save Wu Hongliang, let me do it!" Zhuo Yang's indifferent gaze swept over the medical staff.
The attending physician nodded and said loudly, "Sir, we really can't save Wu Hongliang. Please promise us that you will do everything you can to save him!"
Zhuo Yang nodded, walked to the operating table, scanned with his demonic eyes, and struck Wu Hongliang's chest several times with lightning speed.