Chapter 116: I, Qin, Will Personally Take His Life!

Dozens of children lay arranged on the operating tables like lambs awaiting slaughter.

The scene was too shocking!

The gathered reporters stared for several seconds, unable to fully comprehend what they were witnessing.

Even the surgical staff inside, who had been preparing to make incisions moments before, were stunned to the point they could no longer hold their scalpels, collapsing one by one to the floor.

Just moments ago, they had been laughing and discussing, while outside the wall, those foolish reporters were still praising Doctor Cao’s medical ethics.

Little did they know that, under Cao Yongkang’s orders, these children—brought in from the orphanage, without any identity or background—were about to be operated on one by one.

But now, the very wall before them had been shattered as if struck by a colossal bronze hammer, reduced to ruins.

Cao Yongkang stood there, his expression dazed and his limbs growing cold.

Kicking through several meters of thick concrete?

Even the reinforced steel plates had been torn open by a single kick?

Is this even human?

“Doctor Cao, what is going on here? What are these children for?” a quick-witted reporter asked, realizing that the focus should not be on Qin Mu. He raised his camera and addressed Cao Yongkang directly.

“This is a surgical procedure we have prepared. These children suffer from severe illnesses. You can see that the surgical staff I arranged are diligently caring for them,” Cao Yongkang replied.

“But some people have arrogantly assumed that we destroyed the hospital wall, seriously disturbing the patients’ rest!” He crossed his hands behind his back, wearing a facade of composure, and before finishing, he couldn’t help but jab at Qin Mu.

But Qin Mu immediately followed with a casual remark that shattered Cao Yongkang’s lies.

“Tell me, which operating room is arranged like this?”

The reporters nodded silently.

Indeed, no operating room would ever look this way.

Looking around, it resembled a chaotic storage room, crammed with dozens of beds and surrounded by surgical tools scattered haphazardly.

The environment was far from sterile—dust and cobwebs were visible everywhere, and the conditions were utterly rudimentary.

Even if these were truly seriously ill children, there was no way they would all be slated for surgery in such a room.

“Our Chengmin Hospital is a small community hospital with limited space, as everyone knows. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be hosting the press in such a small reception hall,” Cao Yongkang said smoothly, feigning hesitation as he made up an excuse.

By all rights, with his words and the good impression he had built, the situation should have been defused.

Yet unexpectedly, Qin Mu sneered and spoke again.

“The city allocates enough medical funding to you every year, and the bribes from certain influential figures aren’t small either, right?”

“Making excuses like this—claiming dozens of children are crammed into one room due to lack of space—is really beneath you, old dog.”

Wu Mu stepped forward, and his words rekindled the reporters’ doubts, making Cao Yongkang’s face even uglier.

“Where exactly did you come from? Are you registered?” Qin Mu waved his hand dismissively. “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“What?” Cao Yongkang instinctively responded—and before he could react further, Qin Mu struck him with a fierce palm strike!

Smack!

The blow sent Cao Yongkang crashing into the pile of rubble.

Bricks and debris tumbled over him, covering him in dust and grime. He no longer resembled the benevolent, ethical doctor he pretended to be.

“Human flesh buns, are they tasty?” Qin Mu repeated simply.

Those seven words unnerved the seasoned Cao Yongkang like never before.

“Human flesh buns? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“My reputation echoes throughout Jiangcheng. Every reporter here knows how many lives I have saved.”

“The phrase ‘a doctor’s heart is like a parent’s’ suits me perfectly.”

“Really?” Qin Mu raised an eyebrow. “How much money has Zhang Shuhua given you over the years?”

“Two million? Five million?”

Cao Yongkang’s eyes widened, and he glanced toward Shen Qingliu lying on the floor like a dying dog.

Could it be that he sold them out?

Judging by Shen Qingliu’s disheveled state, perhaps he had been coerced into confessing.

“Since you know about this, then you should also know that behind me stand Zhang Shuhua and the Xie family! Not someone like you, a mere brat, who can touch me!”

Cao Yongkang lowered his voice, attempting to threaten Qin Mu subtly.

But Qin Mu remained unfazed. Instead, he said, “I have already prepared a coffin for the Xie family.”

At these words, Cao Yongkang stammered, trying to invoke his powerful backers, but faced with Qin Mu’s imposing presence, he was rendered speechless.

If he was not afraid of Xie Donglin, the city’s deputy official, and even dared to threaten to bury Zhang Shuhua personally, how could he fear other ordinary elites?

As the situation escalated, the reporters outside grew restless.

Clenching his teeth, Cao Yongkang pulled out his phone, intending to call his superiors.

After all, he planned to unleash all his underlings; he could not allow Qin Mu to ruin everything!

Just as Cao Yongkang prepared to dial, footsteps sounded outside.

“Cao Yongkang, what’s going on here? Why all this commotion?”

Everyone turned to see an elderly man with long whiskers and graying temples enter the scene.

His expression was strange, especially upon seeing the destroyed wall behind Cao Yongkang, and he furrowed his white brows deeply.

“Director, you’ve finally arrived!” Cao Yongkang, seeing him as a savior, scrambled to his feet and hurried over like a dog, crawling and rolling toward the old man.

“It’s Director He!”

“I didn’t expect this uproar would even alarm Director He.”

The reporters immediately recognized the elder.

He Qingfeng!

The highest authority at Chengmin Hospital.

And a member of the He family!

After hearing Cao Yongkang’s explanation, He Qingfeng glanced at Qin Mu.

“Journalists, there has been an incident at our hospital today. Please leave for now. We will hold an apology meeting at a later date.”

He Qingfeng was more experienced than Cao Yongkang and promptly dispersed the reporters.

They seemed wary of He Qingfeng and left without pressing further.

Once everyone had departed, leaving only Qin Mu’s group, He Qingfeng slowly approached.

“You are the mastermind behind this hospital?” Qin Mu asked.

He Qingfeng remained calm as he walked and responded, “I am He Qingfeng of the He family. You must be the new master of Baidi City, Mr. Qin.”

Hearing He Qingfeng’s self-introduction, Wu Mu immediately accessed information on the He family.

“The He family is a rising new power in the past decade, with vast interests in major hospitals. Especially since opening Chengmin Hospital, they have been poised to become one of the top three families in the Jiang Alliance.”

“The young generation of the He family, He Fan, has recently fallen ill and requires an organ transplant.”

Qin Mu nodded slightly.

It was easy to guess that a mere Chengmin Hospital would not dare act so brazenly, openly bringing dozens of children from the orphanage.

Behind this was surely the backing of powerful families.

“You have three minutes to release these children and send them to a hospital for proper care,” Qin Mu said lightly, waving his hand.

“Release them? Ha! Are you dreaming?” He Qingfeng laughed wildly, as if hearing the greatest joke.

“Our young master of the He family plans to harvest organs from this batch of children, one by one, to see which matches best.”

He Qingfeng’s arrogance knew no bounds, completely disregarding the law in his words and actions.

“In a legitimate hospital, with your connections, obtaining those organs first shouldn’t be a problem, right?”