The clamor in the other room continued, growing louder and louder. The tipsy Fatty wanted to put his arm around Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng refused, disgusted, saying he was afraid Fatty would throw up on him. Fatty then tried to put his arm around Wu's shoulder, but Wu dodged him without a trace, with the same excuse as Jiang Cheng.

Everyone was making noise and having fun, seemingly forgetting the difficulties and enemies they would soon face. After throwing away what felt like the hundredth beer can, they started talking about life and their dreams.

Fatty squinted, leaning comfortably against the back of his chair, idealistically thinking that once everything settled down, Jiang Cheng, as a great hero, would definitely get a government position.

Jiang Cheng, holding a beer can, said drunkenly that if he became an official, he would definitely find a job for Fatty too. He would never forget his brothers in good times.

Fatty waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he couldn't be an official, he didn't have that kind of cunning. But letting Jiang Cheng pay for him to open a restaurant was no problem. He liked to cook; it was his old trade.

Jiang Cheng scolded him for being unambitious while planning with Fatty, saying that he would definitely bring people to support him in the future, and that the restaurant's decoration should also be innovative. As they talked, they shifted the topic to Wu, who didn't talk much.

So a new topic began. The two of them started discussing what kind of job they should find for Wu in the future. After all, when peace returned, the fighting and killing would be over, and the world would rely on human relationships.

But looking at Wu's appearance, the two of them knew that he was definitely not a good manager. Suddenly, Fatty slapped his forehead and excitedly said that he knew what Wu was suitable for. He could open a company, the kind of high-tech software company. He had been to such places when he was a courier, and they looked high-end. The air conditioning inside was always cool.

Later, he heard that the people who worked in those companies were all programmers. Programmers had the least human rights; they were a bunch of beasts of burden. They only knew how to bury themselves in work, and most importantly, they didn't need the boss to urge them. They just engaged in involution themselves, working themselves to death.

Jiang Cheng clapped his hands and said that was good. To be honest, he was a little tempted. Now it was becoming increasingly difficult to find conscientious employees. Was it easy for bosses to make money?

Wu watched them chatting enthusiastically, completely ignoring them. He originally wanted to continue drinking some wine, but Jiang Cheng stopped him, saying, "Don't drink anymore. Your mouth is a bottomless pit; you could drink an entire brewery dry."

Fatty held a beer can, grinning so wide that his gums were showing. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

...

The night gradually deepened, and only a small lamp was lit in the room. The dim yellow light slightly dispelled the darkness, but it couldn't dispel the alcohol fumes in the room.

Wu calmly looked at everything in front of him. Jiang Cheng was lying on the table, which was splattered with wine, and Fatty was even more drunk, having slid all the way from the chair to under the table, smacking his lips from time to time, completely unconscious.

Scenes from memories flashed through his mind one by one. Wu put down the last half can of beer in his hand, looked at the two drunken men in front of him, and realized that he would have to clean up the mess in the end.

But he was used to it.

Looking at Jiang Cheng's face, Wu understood in his heart that with Jiang Cheng's alcohol capacity, he shouldn't be this drunk. He was just using alcohol to drown his sorrows because he had too many things weighing on his mind.

Slowly standing up, Wu first helped Jiang Cheng up and placed him gently on the bed. Then he turned around and picked up Wang Fugui, shook him, and placed him next to Jiang Cheng.

At this moment, the bed, which didn't seem small, was actually a little crowded.

Wu was also tired after doing all this. Just as he was about to return to the shadows, suddenly, a hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Wu was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and saw that it was Wang Fugui. At this moment, Wang Fugui's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was rapid, and his entire face was twisted together strangely, as if he was enduring great pain. His mouth, full of alcohol fumes, opened and closed, making intermittent sounds.

Curious, Wu leaned down. Slowly, he heard clearly. Wang Fugui, in his drunken state, was repeating only one sentence over and over again—

"Save Doctor."

"Please, please save Doctor."

Wu's eyes instantly softened. He took Wang Fugui's hand, brought his face closer, and said in a very soft but serious voice, "Don't worry, I will."

But the next second, Fatty's hand did not let go as he wished, but instead gripped even tighter. Wu frowned slightly, and suddenly heard Wang Fugui's next sentence—

"Promise me, you also... you also must be alright."

"Everyone survive, everyone... everyone must survive..."

A moment later, an indescribable feeling surged into his heart. Wu's chest rose and fell rapidly. He placed his other hand on the back of Fatty's hand, holding Fatty's hand with both hands. "I promise you, everyone will be alright, everyone must survive!"

Whether the Fatty in his sleep understood, or whether it was just drunken mumbling, he slowly let go of his hand. This time, he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Jiang Cheng was vaguely awakened by a knock on the door. Still groggy from his hangover, he stumbled to open the door, reeking of alcohol. The person who came was Yao Shunyu.

"Something's wrong!" Yao Shunyu said anxiously.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng's mind was still not very clear. He was very tired, and he could barely open his eyes. He yawned a long yawn. "Don't worry, the sky won't fall. Tell me slowly." Now that Wu was here, as long as the old chairman didn't come in person, the remaining members of the gang were just coming to offer themselves as experience points, and not even the kind that increased the experience bar.

"Oh, Shen Hong 6 (Deep Red 6) is here," Yao Shunyu said slowly this time.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated. "Holy crap!!"

Yao Shunyu was also taken aback by Jiang Cheng's sudden change in demeanor, but before he could speak, Jiang Cheng grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "He's here? Where is he?"

"In... in Miss Su's ward."

With a buzzing sound in his head, Jiang Cheng felt like the sky had fallen. Then, completely sober, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse inwardly, "Chen Ran, ah Chen Ran, why did you have to go and provoke Su Xiaoxiao? Now it's all over. There won't be a Shen Hong 6 anymore. Even the second-generation Shen Hong will probably be crippled."

Seeing Jiang Cheng's face looking more terrible than ever, Yao Shunyu advised, "Don't worry, I think the situation is pretty good, and Brother Fugui is there too."

"Wang Fugui went?" Jiang Cheng seemed to see hope again, and his eyes lit up. With him there, both sides would have to give him some face, so maybe things could still turn around.

Leaving Yao Shunyu behind, Jiang Cheng ran to Su Xiaoxiao's ward on the other side of the corridor. After turning a corner, he saw two people standing in the corridor outside the ward door.

Fatty was standing in front of Su An, who was much taller than him, talking to him non-stop, while the tall and burly Su An was drooping his head, his face full of grievance.