Chapter 1802 - 1879: Old Wounds Resurfacing

"I’m sorry!" Renault lowered his head, cautiously glancing at Shen Feihu, whose gaze rendered him speechless.

"Tell me, what’s going on? Why haven’t I heard about Qigang’s old injury?"

Renault stammered; he was the only one privy to this matter, even Chen Yingjie wasn’t told, nobody was allowed to talk.

"Speak quickly."

"Yes!" Renault had been too anxious to sleep for days. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Back when the team came down from the Southern Border Battlefield, didn’t he spend some time in the hospital? At the time, regular check-ups were scheduled, and later, Dr. Guo Siming was assigned to our troupe by the hospital."

"I know, Qigang suffered injuries on the battlefield over ten times, especially in the battle when Meng Fan died, where his wounds were grave, treatment was delayed, and he was emotionally volatile, the worst of all." Back then, the authorities were worried that Meng Fan’s death would leave an indelible mark on Qigang’s psyche, so they kept a monthly watch on him to ensure he went for check-ups.

"Uh... He seemed to recover well, but the conditions during the following two missions were truly harsh."

"I know, during the first mission to Country S, he nearly lost his life."

Renault hesitated, saying reluctantly, "In fact, he was also injured during the second mission." He dared not utter another word, as Xu Qigang had issued a strict order on the way back that nothing should be revealed to anyone.

Ultimately, the knife from Qin Yue had sown a significant hazard; without proper recuperation, he went to Country S again, and even if one were made of iron, they couldn’t endure it.

Later, the journey back for the team was also tough, worsened by Qin Xue’s machinations. Now, his sister-in-law wants to divorce the team leader, which is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and he’s worried the team leader might not be able to hold on.

After many attempts to persuade him to go to the hospital, he still refused, ordering himself not to mention it, leaving him with no choice but to follow diligently, even more actively than Liu Chun, the assistant.

"I understand." Shen Feihu’s expression was stern; he understood Qigang’s nature, and anything he chose not to divulge must involve someone important. His actions were certainly for the Little Hooligan, fearing his punishment might worsen.

"Xiao Tao, mobilize everyone to search for him."

"Yes!" Xiao Tao listened with trembling fear, wishing he could immediately fly off to search, then hurriedly left upon hearing the order.

Within ten minutes, the entire Rescue Association was operational, and all on-duty patrols dispersed to search. Although Shen Feihu might appear carefree, he knew such matters couldn’t be blown up; none would be able to face the consequences if they did.

If it got reported, the Little Hooligan would certainly be detained again. He personally led Renault towards the auditorium, walking around the building repeatedly but couldn’t find anyone.

That’s where they had departed from, logically, he shouldn’t be anywhere else.

"Xiao Tao, send someone to check the Song and Dance Troupe."

"Yes."

"Wait..." Shen Feihu stood on the concrete road, squinting slightly as if his eyes had just caught a glint. "Go over there and see what that glint is."

He pointed towards the bushes by the roadside.

Xiao Tao, feeling timid, but the president’s mood was foul, failure to find President Xu might provoke his wrath, braced himself and dove under the trees. Not yet close, he swept the flashlight over, distinctly seeing the tall figure fainted on the ground.

"It’s President Xu, it’s President Xu!" Xiao Tao’s scream was piercing; Renault darted forward agilely like a monkey.