34: Chapter 34 The Village Children of Nancun Bully My Old Age and Weakness

When Lin Ning woke up, his whole body felt weak and sore, and his head was throbbing with intense pain.

But at this moment, there was someone next to him using a chainsaw to cut down trees; wasn't that going too far?

Lin Ning struggled to turn his head, and what met his eyes was Officer Li Feng's ugly face, mouth wide open and snoring.

"Li... Feng..."

"Big... brother..."

"Grandpa... shut up..."

His weak, thread-like cries couldn't wake the "chainsaw" person on the hospital companion bed at all.

The frequency of his headache rose and fell with Officer Li Feng's breathing. Just as Lin Ning wished he could drag him down to hell with him, an angel-like nurse pushed the door open and entered.

"Oh, you're awake!" The young nurse's eyes lit up. She walked over quickly and checked the monitor. "How are you feeling?"

"Head... hurts..." Lin Ning squeezed the two words out through his teeth, his eyes darting towards Officer Li Feng.

The nurse understood and reached out to nudge Officer Li Feng's shoulder. "Comrade, wake up, the patient is awake."

Officer Li Feng jolted awake and sat up abruptly. "Hm? Ah!"

After the nurse finished changing the IV and left, Officer Li Feng leaned his big face over. "Yo, yo, yo! You're finally awake!"

"The doctor said your physical examination showed nothing wrong." He first gave Lin Ning some peace of mind.

Then, with a mocking face, he laughed, "—It's just that you're too weak!"

Lin Ning closed his eyes.

He was afraid that if he kept them open, the murderous intent in his eyes would materialize.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Officer Li Feng knew when to stop and said seriously, "Let me tell you the situation—the arrest went very smoothly. All five were caught, the car dealership was also raided, and stolen cars, modified cars, and account books were found in the warehouse. This is definitely a meritorious service."

He paused, his expression a bit strange. "It's just that when you 'plop' fainted like that, it gave Director Zhang a scare. But after checking everything, there was nothing wrong. The doctor said you might have low blood sugar combined with emotional agitation... What were you so agitated about?"

Lin Ning rolled his eyes in his heart.

Was I agitated? I was drained by the Golden Finger!

"Jin Er and the other two were released after making their statements," Officer Li Feng continued. "They came to the hospital to see you, and knowing you were fine, they said they had work to do and left first, telling you to get some good rest."

Hearing this, the stifled feeling in Lin Ning's heart dissipated slightly, replaced by a subtle sense of schadenfreude.

Oh, Officer Li Feng, Officer Li Feng, you're laughing happily now... Wait until tonight or tomorrow, when Jin Er and the others hand over the clues for the third report—that massage parlor—let's see if you can still laugh.

You have a good body! You're so noble! You're amazing! I hope you get worked to death, you rascal!

"Oh right," Officer Li Feng remembered something. "Someone named Wang Qiao called you, and I answered. He said he wanted to ask you to help him move. He was shocked to hear you were in the hospital. I told him you weren't sick, just weak, and he said he'd come see you after he finished moving."

Lin Ning nodded reluctantly. Officer Li Feng checked the time and stood up. "Since you're awake, I'm heading back to the station. There's a pile of things to do there. Director Zhang said to get some good rest, and we'll notify you once the bonus is decided."

He walked to the door and turned back to add, "Right, the doctor said to observe you for another half day, and if you're fine, you can be discharged. Remember to eat on time and stop staying up late. You're so young, yet you're this weak..."

Lin Ning lay on the hospital bed, listening to Officer Li Feng's footsteps fade away, and finally let out a long sigh.

His headache had eased slightly, but the fatigue that seeped from his bone marrow remained. He tried moving his fingers—they were okay, he could control them. It just felt like he had pulled an all-nighter writing code for three days and then ran a marathon; every single cell in his body was protesting.

The price of this Eye of Insight... was too high.

Lin Ning smiled bitterly in his heart; just looking for a few seconds had completely floored him.

In the future, he had to be extremely cautious when using this ability. It was fine for saving his life or breaking a deadlock at critical moments, but using it recklessly in daily life was just asking for death.

He closed his eyes, and in the air intertwined with the smells of medicine and disinfectant, he slowly sorted through the fragments he saw before passing out.

So, what is stored in this [●] is the key node that caused him to 'turn red,' Lin Ning pondered.

Then, if he looked at a dot with a golden name, would he see the key opportunity for him to make a fortune? If he looked at a gray-white name, would he see the cause of his near-death?

This thought made his heart beat a few beats faster.

But immediately, a wave of dizziness struck him. He quickly stopped thinking and lay there obediently.

By evening, Lin Ning felt he had recovered some strength. The nurse came to take his temperature and blood pressure, saying everything was normal and he could be discharged tomorrow morning.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

Wang Qiao poked his head in, carrying a bag.

Seeing Lin Ning's eyes open, he immediately cheered, "Yo, our Great Master Lin is awake?"

He put the fruit on the bedside table, pulled over a chair, and sat down, looking Lin Ning up and down. "I heard you were eating melon and watching the excitement, and then... got so agitated you fainted?"

Lin Ning twitched his mouth. "Get lost."

Wang Qiao held back his laughter. "I just went to the nurse's station to ask, too."

Then, pinching his voice to imitate the young nurse, he said, "Physical functions are normal, just too weak~"

Lin Ning: "...Are you a devil?"

The door was pushed open again, and Yang Weifeng walked in carrying a large bag of things. Seeing Lin Ning, he laughed out loud. "Big Old Wang told me you fainted! Lin Zi, your physique isn't good enough; you need to train!"

"You two..." Lin Ning said weakly, "Did you arrange to come together to annoy me?"

"How could that be!" Yang Weifeng put the things on the nursing table over Lin Ning's bed and leaned over to check Lin Ning's complexion. "Are you really okay? What did the doctor say?"

"No illness, just weak~~~" Wang Qiao answered preemptively, drawing out the word 'weak' with many twists and turns.

Yang Weifeng almost burst out laughing and pulled a thermos out of the bag. "Here, white porridge your sister-in-law cooked; she asked me to bring it to you. Touched?"

Lin Ning looked at the thermos, and his heart did indeed warm. Then he saw Yang Weifeng pull out two disposable bowls and spoons from the bag. Then, Wang Qiao fished out two pairs of chopsticks from the bottom of the bag. The two exchanged a glance and tacitly opened the thermos—it wasn't white porridge at all, but a full bucket of century egg and lean meat porridge, the aroma wafting out.

"Your sister-in-law said, patients drink white porridge, we need to eat something good to nourish ourselves." Yang Weifeng served a bowl and handed it to Wang Qiao, then served himself one. "Come, come, come, eat while it's hot."

Lin Ning: "...What about mine?"

"You," Wang Qiao blew on the porridge, "have to wait a while."

The two sat by the hospital bed, slurping the porridge loudly. Lin Ning glared at them, and his stomach uncooperatively let out a growl.

Yang Weifeng didn't even look up while drinking. "I ordered takeout; it should be here soon."

Before the words fell, a delivery guy carrying three large bags knocked on the door. "Mr. Yang's takeout!"

Wang Qiao jumped up to take it and spread the bags out on the small table. He first took out the white porridge for Lin Ning. Then.

"Grilled kidneys, lamb skewers, chicken wings..." Wang Qiao announced the dishes as he took them out. "Stinky tofu, extra spicy. Luosifen, with fried egg and duck feet. Oh, and beer."

Yang Weifeng had already opened a can of beer and handed one to Wang Qiao; the two clinked them together.

"Come, celebrate Comrade Lin Zi's safe discharge!" Yang Weifeng said loudly.

"Although not discharged yet," Wang Qiao added, "but celebrating in advance! Yay!"

The two sat by the hospital bed, drinking beer with skewers, the sounds of slurping Luosifen rising one after another. Lin Ning watched this scene and finally squeezed a line of poetry through his teeth:

"The village children bully me for being old and weak..."

Wang Qiao looked up while gnawing on a chicken wing. "What did you say?"

Lin Ning took a deep breath and roared with all his might:

"You rascals! Just you wait!"

Yang Weifeng and Wang Qiao looked at each other and laughed out loud.

Amidst the laughter, Lin Ning looked at these two mischievous friends, and the depression in his heart caused by the Golden Finger's backlash dissipated by more than half.