Night had fallen, and a gentle breeze was blowing. After seeing off Wu Xiaofei, Ye Chenfeng was ready to carry out his operation for the evening.
The security at the Capital Military Region Hospital was far stricter than he had imagined. To enter the military hospital, one had to pass through three checkpoints, each manned by six armed guards working in shifts twenty-four hours a day, with no room for laxity.
It was well understood that the patients admitted to the military hospital were either high-ranking officials of the state or individuals who had made significant contributions to the country. To prevent any ill-intentioned people from infiltrating the hospital and endangering the lives of these individuals, such stringent security measures were put in place.
Ye Chenfeng had already spent over an hour outside the military hospital, observing. To enter effortlessly was impossible, but he was certain that using force would attract attention. Though his combat abilities were not even ten percent of what they had been in his previous life, he was fully confident in his ability to deal with five or six armed policemen.
After observing for another hour, Ye Chenfeng finally found a loophole. There was a thirty-second window every two hours during the guards' shift change when the checkpoint was unmanned. If he wanted to enter the military hospital unseen, he could only exploit this brief thirty-second gap.
Indeed, after waiting two more hours, the guards changed shifts once again, and Ye Chenfeng easily breached the first checkpoint during the thirty-second interval.
He was panting heavily. With the speed he could muster now, he had nearly been discovered by the guards. His heart "thumped, thumped" rapidly, and he muttered to himself, "It seems this body's physical condition is still too poor. I must intensify my training going forward. Otherwise, who knows how long it will take to regain the combat power of my previous life!"
If the next two checkpoints also had this loophole, then Ye Chenfeng only needed to wait for the right moment. During the thirty-second lapse, he would have to sprint with all his might and avoid making too much noise.
More than four hours later, Ye Chenfeng had managed to pass the remaining two checkpoints with close calls, prompting him to break out in a cold sweat. Perhaps even those who set up the hospital's defenses had not noticed such a loophole! Moreover, under normal circumstances, such a short thirty-second period wouldn't be considered significant—who could make use of it to infiltrate the military hospital? Plus, this pattern would be incredibly difficult to detect without patient observation.
Of course, Ye Chenfeng was an exception. In his past life, he had undergone comprehensive training by the nation, striving for perfection in every aspect. During missions, even the smallest misstep could lead to a fatal end.
However, when Ye Chenfeng was about to brazenly walk into the hospital, he found that there were armed guards at the entrance. These guards would only let you through upon seeing a pass.
After waiting two hours, Ye Chenfeng realized that there was no unguarded moment at the hospital's entrance. Trying to enter through the main door was now an implausible idea. Of course, he could choose to knock out the two guards, but that would quickly draw attention.
Ye Chenfeng had chosen to stealthily penetrate the military hospital tonight precisely because he did not want to attract the attention of the other powerful families in Capital City.
Stationed at the side of the hospital, Ye Chenfeng looked up to gauge the height of the third floor and the distance between the windows of each story. Climbing the windows to reach the third floor seemed like a reasonable idea.
With agile and nimble movements, he leapt onto the ground-floor window, braced his legs for force, and curved his fingers, carefully scaling up. He jumped from one story to the next with the agility of a flea.
All the windows of the third-floor ward were tightly shut, except for the public restroom's window which was open. With no choice, Ye Chenfeng decided to climb in through the restroom window. After all, he didn't know which one was room 307. He certainly couldn't stand outside knocking on each window, one by one!
"Phew—" Sidling through the window into the third-floor restroom, Ye Chenfeng finally let out a breath. His leg muscles were incredibly sore, and he felt utterly exhausted—almost on the verge of collapsing into a deep sleep.
Exiting the men's restroom, the corridor was eerily quiet as it was quite late, with not a soul in sight. Ye Chenfeng quickly located room 307.
Without knocking, he entered the hospital room, where darkness enveloped everything. Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to grope for the light switch, he heard a "whooshing" sound by his ear that pained his eardrums.
An instinctual reaction made Ye Chenfeng step back, prompting a surprised 'huh' from the figure in the dark, who probably hadn't expected him to dodge the punch!
As Ye Chenfeng was about to speak, the piercing wind from another punch came whistling toward him, and with a stern expression, he had no choice but to focus on the crisis at hand. He could clearly feel that if he were hit by the person in the dark, it wouldn't be a joke.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!——"
Ye Chenfeng exchanged blows with full force, retreating five or six steps from the three punches, his fists going numb with the impact, and a wry smile in his heart. The opponent didn't give him any time to speak, raining down on him like torrential punches.
If Ye Chenfeng's Soul Force hadn't regressed to Second Level, with his Peak state in his previous life, the person in the dark would have been no match for him.
Soul Force was a power developed five hundred years later, utilizing high technology to inject a certain force into the soul. As Soul Force improved, one's own abilities would also enhance accordingly.
In his past life, Ye Chenfeng's Soul Force had reached Eighth Level, but because his soul traveled back five hundred years and took residence in a strange body, his Soul Force plummeted to Second Level instantly.
Soul Force ranged from one to ten levels, from low to high.
Due to the poor quality of this body, Ye Chenfeng couldn't even harness the power of Second Level Soul Force, relying on nimble footwork to dodge left and right.
Ye Chenfeng was pushed to the point of frustration. He was very aware that the person in the dark was supposed to protect the old man, but he couldn't afford to be distracted, for a moment's lapse could result in a punch landing on him.
Clenching his teeth, Ye Chenfeng couldn't care less; he pushed his Second Level Soul Force to the limit, feeling an excruciating tearing pain in his body that seemed incapable of withstanding the Peak of Second Level Soul Force.
"Bang!——"
He swung his fist fiercely, and just then, the lights in the room turned on. From a short distance away, Ye Zhenhong, lying on the hospital bed, was stunned, his voice faltering with confusion, "Chen, Chenfeng, how, how are you here?"
The power of his full-force punch still made Ye Chenfeng retreat three steps, while the middle-aged strongman in front of him also took an involuntary step back.
Ye Zhenhong, the old master, saw everything clearly, his thoughts scrambling to catch up. He knew very well the skills of Wu Kuiyong, the middle-aged man sworn to protect him, who was ranked amongst the top within the special forces unit. His grandson, Ye Chenfeng, was allegedly a panicky patient, not to mention, someone Wu Kuiyong could take down in an instant. Yet, what was happening right in front of his eyes?
This defied all logic! How did Ye Chenfeng get into the Capital Military Region Hospital? If the person who had been sparring with Wu Kuiyong in the dark was indeed Ye Chenfeng, then his martial abilities couldn't be considered weak at all. Ye Zhenhong's mouth hung open slightly, realising that it took a lot to shock someone like him, who has held high positions for years.