The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 168

Dressed in a crisp, minimalist outfit and wearing black boots, Ye Yuanyuan strode confidently into the hospital. Beside her was Qiao Yiyi, sporting oversized sunglasses. Trailing behind them were several uniformed police officers, following closely as they headed straight for Jiang Fei’s hospital room.

Outside Jiang Fei’s door, two young nurses holding medication whispered to each other, carefully timing their entry to change his IV drip.

“Jia Ling, who do you think this patient really is? The security here is terrifying—actual armed soldiers standing guard! Is he some general’s grandson or something?” asked the petite nurse curiously.

“The soldiers don’t surprise me as much as the four stunning women who visited him this morning. Our hospital’s nurses are famously beautiful, but these women? Even Judy, our so-called ‘hospital belle,’ can’t compare!” Jia Ling marveled.

“Right? When I went in to change his IV earlier, I was shocked. They’re even prettier than magazine models! What’s their connection to him?”

Jia Ling smirked knowingly. “I bet they’re all his girlfriends. Did you see how worried they looked? That’s not just ‘friend’ concern—that’s the kind of care you only show for someone you love.”

“But that’s outrageous! It’s the 21st century—how can one man have so many girlfriends? And such beautiful ones at that! Don’t they get jealous?”

Jia Ling shrugged. “Haven’t you seen the news? A 33-year-old guy got into a car accident recently and ended up in a coma. Guess what? Seventeen girlfriends showed up at the hospital! And he wasn’t even handsome or rich! Compared to that, our patient here—who’s clearly wealthy and charming—only having four is nothing. Though, I’ll admit, his ‘harem’ is top-tier.”

The petite nurse gasped. “What’s wrong with women these days? If my boyfriend cheated, I’d dump him in a heartbeat!”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sharp sound of boots interrupted them. Jia Ling hushed her. “Quiet! Someone’s coming. And—wow—two more beauties. Is he aiming for seventeen now?”

Ye Yuanyuan, her expression icy, stopped before them. “Is the patient awake?”

Jia Ling nodded hastily. “He woke up half an hour ago, but he’s still weak. Too many visitors might—” She glanced at the police behind Ye Yuanyuan.

“Wait outside,” Ye Yuanyuan ordered the officers. They obliged without protest, though their smiles were strained. Normally, high-ranking detectives wouldn’t take orders, but this case was different—it involved a celebrity shooting and, inexplicably, military intervention.

As Ye Yuanyuan and Qiao Yiyi entered the room, they found Jiang Fei sitting up, having just finished breakfast. Bai Ruoxi, peeling an apple for him, turned at the sound of the door. Three pairs of eyes met in silent surprise.

Bai Ruoxi recognized Qiao Yiyi (tabloids were hard to miss) but not Ye Yuanyuan. Meanwhile, Qiao Yiyi and Ye Yuanyuan had expected Lin Moli—not this elegant stranger.

“You’re here,” Jiang Fei greeted. “Any progress on the case?”

Ye Yuanyuan ignored him, eyeing Bai Ruoxi. “And you are?”

“Jiang Fei’s girlfriend,” Bai Ruoxi replied smoothly. “I just returned from abroad yesterday.”

Girlfriend? The word hung in the air. Qiao Yiyi’s gaze darted away like a guilty thief, while Ye Yuanyuan merely nodded. Bai Ruoxi noted Qiao Yiyi’s reaction and shot Jiang Fei a look that screamed, We’ll talk later.

Jiang Fei suppressed a groan. Why’s she acting like we’re having an affair?

Thankfully, professionalism prevailed.

“The thugs in the van confessed,” Ye Yuanyuan reported. “They were hired by Li Jirong for revenge. He’s in custody now—no lawyer or daddy can save him this time.”

Jiang Fei nodded. Normally, a rich brat like Li Jirong might wiggle free, but hiring a shooter? That was unforgivable.

“What about the gunman?” Jiang Fei pressed.

Ye Yuanyuan’s face darkened. “No records. The assassin who fought you is still at large, but we’re searching. As for their motives…” She glanced at Qiao Yiyi and Bai Ruoxi, leaving the rest unsaid.

Jiang Fei understood. This likely tied to General Ye’s poisoning—a political bombshell kept far from public ears.

“Yiyi,” Jiang Fei said gently, “your manager must be frantic. Go call her before she holds a press conference.”

Qiao Yiyi, sharp enough to sense the gravity of the situation, agreed. “Aunt Mei’s called me a dozen times already.”

As she left, Bai Ruoxi rose to excuse herself—until Jiang Fei caught her wrist.

“Oh no, you stay.”