"Just get along with Du Feng and the others when you get there." Jiang Cheng said as he kicked, "His head fell off, so it might not be convenient for him to do things. You need to help each other more."

"Wuwuwu..."

Feeling like it was enough, Jiang Cheng stopped to catch his breath.

Wang Changguo hugged Jiang Cheng's leg tightly, crying with snot and tears. There was not a trace of his previous arrogance.

"Mr. Jiang, I was wrong!" Wang Changguo trembled all over, not even daring to look in the direction of the elevator.

He was worried he might see Du Feng standing in the elevator, waving at him or something.

"Please, please, have mercy and give me... give me a chance!" Wang Changguo begged pitifully.

"Want a chance?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Yes!"

"Still talking back?"

"I won't, I won't ever again." Wang Changguo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, his attitude especially sincere, "Mr. Jiang, I will do whatever you say from now on, please forgive me this time!"

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "You'll do whatever I say?"

"I will!"

"Then why don't you go into the elevator when I tell you to?" Jiang Cheng suddenly asked, and then kicked Wang Changguo hard again.

Hearing movement in the corridor, a door not far from the elevator opened, and someone came out.

It was an old man, very thin, and looked like he was in poor health. He walked unsteadily, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like a university professor.

The old man obviously didn't expect such a scene outside, and hurriedly advised, "What are you doing?"

"Young man," the old man said to Jiang Cheng, "how can you... how can you hit someone?"

Seeing someone come out, Wang Changguo looked even more aggrieved.

But before he could cry again, he heard Jiang Cheng say in a sinister voice, "Hold it back!"

Wang Changguo was so frightened that he actually stopped, not daring to cry out, tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to let them fall.

Seeing Wang Changguo like this, the old man stepped forward and helped him up, "Young man, can't you talk things over? Look, he's not young anymore, is it appropriate to treat him like this?"

"If you hit him again, I'll have to notify the hospital security!" the old man continued, his words implying anger.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng looked indifferent, glanced at Wang Changguo, and asked in a very meaningful tone, "Did I hit you?"

Wang Changguo was stunned.

The old man was also stunned.

After a moment, Wang Changguo shook his head and said softly, "No... no."

Pushing up his glasses, the old man looked at Wang Changguo, then at the very calm Jiang Cheng, his mind filled with question marks.

Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes just now, he had heard it clearly through the wall. Could it be... he had heard nothing?

Thinking of this, the old man looked at Jiang Cheng very seriously and said, "What are you talking about? If you didn't hit him, how did he get those injuries?"

"The old man is asking you something," Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Changguo and said calmly, "We... we still have to take the elevator later."

Hearing this, Wang Changguo shuddered and immediately said, "I accidentally fell just now!"

"Fell?" The old man frowned.

"Yes." Wang Changguo nodded vigorously, "In the stairwell, I didn't step steadily and fell down, and..." Wang Changguo pointed to Jiang Cheng and said, "This big brother saved me."

If it weren't for the dozen or so shoe prints on Wang Changguo's white shirt, the old man might have believed it.

Another short, fat old man walked out of the old man's ward. Unlike the old man confronting Jiang Cheng, the short, fat old man standing in front of the ward door shuffled in slippers, his face covered with paper strips, looking very funny.

"Old man," the paper-strip old man said, "What are you doing? We're all waiting for you!"

"I'll be right back," the old man replied, raising his voice.

Before the old man could investigate further, Jiang Cheng walked up naturally, "Old sir," Jiang Cheng said politely, "It looks like you've been staying here for a long time."

"For a while now," the old man replied casually.

According to Director Qi, strange rumors would emerge in the hospital every night, so he could ask him about it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng became even more polite to the old man. Before long, the previous unpleasantness was quickly forgotten.

The old man told Jiang Cheng that he was a regular at this hospital because he wasn't in good health and had to stay here for a while from time to time.

Fortunately, there were a few old buddies to keep him company.

It seemed the old buddies the old man was talking about were the old men in the ward. They must have been playing cards together earlier.

As he spoke, the old man reached into the pocket of his coat and fumbled for a while, then licked his lips sheepishly.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng walked directly to Wang Changguo, reached into his pocket and took out half a pack of cigarettes, and then swiped a lighter.

"No, no," the old man's eyes lit up the moment he saw the cigarette, but he still declined symbolically for a moment, "How can I!"

But after Jiang Cheng handed him a cigarette, the old man immediately took it, and Jiang Cheng reached out with the hand holding the lighter and lit it for the old man.

The old man bent down, cupped the flame with his hand, and took a beautiful puff, and his whole feeling was different.

He even found Jiang Cheng much more pleasing to the eye.

"Young man, I see you standing here, where are you going?" the old man asked, holding the cigarette and exhaling smoke.

"We want to go downstairs."

Hearing this, the old man's expression turned strange, but he quickly covered it up with the act of smoking, "Going downstairs," the old man said to himself, "It's better to take the stairs. This is the second floor, it's not far. Why take the elevator?"

"Huff—" Jiang Cheng exhaled and looked at Wang Changguo with an expression of caring for the mentally challenged, and said slowly, "Old sir, it's not like I don't want to, but you see, my friend here has congenital cerebellar atrophy, which affects his motor nerves. He can't even walk a few steps on the stairs before falling like this."

"If he keeps walking, I'm worried he'll fall and die."

"Cough cough..." The old man choked on the smoke and coughed violently a few times before he felt a little better.

He glanced at Wang Changguo and realized that Wang Changguo was staring at him with an expression that said, "I understand everything, but I don't dare to say it."

"Then find a nurse," the old man suggested, "The nurses here are quite responsible."

"No need, why bother when there's an elevator?" Jiang Cheng said, about to press the elevator button.

"Wait!"

Jiang Cheng turned around and realized that the old man was staring at him with a strange expression. Now he was sure that the old man must know something.

Something about the elevator, or even the entire hospital.

But his face was a look of inexplicable expression, "Old man," Jiang Cheng looked at the old man with innocent big eyes, "Do you... have something to say?"