Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552

"Before Zhao Yan fainted, did he say anything to you?"

Lin Xue looked seriously at Tang Ming.

"He kept shouting at me, but I couldn’t hear clearly at the time."

Tang Ming shook his head, his expression turning grave: "Lu Xiaolu, Hua Yingjie, and Shao Wuyou have all fallen unconscious, and everything that happened afterward was recounted by Meng Xianjun. If all this is true, then it means Meng Xianjun lied."

"Yes, that’s my deduction too."

Lin Xue nodded and said cautiously, "But I can’t understand why he would lie, and I’m even more puzzled by how he could turn a living person into ashes."

"If one’s cultivation is strong enough, it should be possible, but I haven’t seen such a master yet."

Tang Ming frowned deeply and shook his head, "Sigh, the Imperial University is truly a place full of hidden talents! There’s Wu Xiaoxia in Meng Ting’s dormitory, and we have Meng Xianjun in ours. Is this all coincidence or conspiracy?"

"These matters are beyond my comprehension; you’ll have to handle them yourself."

Lin Xue patted Tang Ming’s shoulder in comfort, saying, "It seems Meng Xianjun doesn’t harbor hostility toward you, but you should still be cautious in the future."

"I understand, thank you for the reminder."

Tang Ming nodded, "If there’s no issue, I’ll be heading back now."

Lin Xue didn’t waste words; she still had to monitor Zhao Yan, otherwise she couldn’t explain to his family.

Tang Ming, worried, stepped into the elevator, his mind full of questions. He had thought Meng Xianjun was a brother, but now he couldn’t tell friend from foe.

Just as Tang Ming was lost in thought, a surprised voice suddenly echoed in the elevator.

Tang Ming looked up in confusion, "Han Shan? Why are you at the hospital?"

"Hehe, I’m here to visit Miss Dragon. Just went to get her medicine. She had her hands broken by Chen Cang; she hasn’t been discharged yet."

Han Shan, carrying a package, looked at Tang Ming with a cold smile, "Why are you at the hospital? Did a friend get injured?"

"Not exactly. I turned one of our department’s Seven-star Martial Masters into an idiot, and the police asked me to come over and investigate."

Tang Ming shrugged helplessly.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Han Shan nearly choked on his own saliva, looking at Tang Ming skeptically, "Are you sure the person you incapacitated is a Seven-star Martial Master?"

"Yeah! Sigh, a bit too heavy-handed."

Tang Ming shook his head in frustration.

"Hehe, you certainly were a bit heavy-handed."

Han Shan quickly distanced himself from Tang Ming. He initially aimed to outperform Tang Ming, now fearful after hearing Tang Ming reduced a Seven-star Martial Master to an idiot.

Han Shan was only a Seven-star Martial Master himself; if Tang Ming could really incapacitate a master of that level, his own fate wouldn’t be much better.

"Don’t worry, our enmity is on pause; I won’t fight you."

Tang Ming looked at Han Shan, smiling warmly while internally mocking, "I’ve scared you senseless."

"Right, right! What’s the name of the person you injured?"

Han Shan asked with a forced smile.

"His name is Zhao Yan. Because of a misunderstanding, he insisted on a fight to the end. Well..."

Tang Ming scoffed dismissively.

"Who did you say? Zhao Yan?"

Han Shan’s eyes widened, looking at Tang Ming in disbelief.

Tang Ming looked at Han Shan in confusion.

"I... does this look like the Zhao Yan you mentioned?"

Han Shan quickly pulled out his phone, displaying a photo to Tang Ming.

"Yes, yes, that’s the one."

Looking at the photo of Zhao Yan in his training outfit, posing in a martial arts stance, Tang Ming nodded repeatedly.

Han Shan rolled his eyes, sympathetically looking at Tang Ming, "Here’s some advice: you should run as far as you can."

"Do you know who Zhao Yan is? He’s the youngest son of Zhao Family’s head, a hidden family’s master, who reached Seven-star Martial Master at seventeen—a talent greater than mine."

Han Shan introduced with a look of apprehension, "You’ve incapacitated a genius, a young son of the Zhao Family’s head; there’s no way the Zhao Family will let you go."

"He’s really from a hidden family."

Tang Ming’s expression grew serious.

"Hehe, why else would he reach Seven-star Martial Master at such a young age? We’re all backed by strong families."

Han Shan rolled his eyes at Tang Ming, "Little fights won’t draw family attention, but you’ve made him an idiot; this is a blood feud. If they don’t kill you, they’re losing face."

"Damn, I’ve really messed up this time."

Tang Ming’s mouth twitched.

"My floor’s coming up; take care."

The elevator doors opened, and Han Shan reminded him before leaving.

As the elevator doors were about to close, Tang Ming suddenly reached out and stepped out as well.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing Tang Ming following, Han Shan panicked, "Are you going to kill me to silence me?"

"I’ve already attracted police attention; do I need to silence you?"

Tang Ming scoffed, "Chen Cang is my friend; he injured someone, and I’m visiting. Isn’t that okay?"

"Sure you’re not here to cause trouble?"

Han Shan looked at Tang Ming warily, regretting he had spoken up at all.

"Rest assured, if I wanted trouble, no one could stop me, but I don’t want trouble now; I’m sincerely visiting the injured."

Tang Ming asserted firmly.

"I’m straightforward, so don’t lie to me."

Han Shan looked at Tang Ming skeptically.

"Trust me, I truly mean no harm."

Tang Ming rolled his eyes, "I’m skilled in medical arts, and if possible, I plan to help heal Miss Dragon’s injuries. After all, Chen Cang injured her, and I feel guilty about it."

"Alright, I’ll take you there, but don’t cause trouble."

Han Shan, half-believing, nodded.

"This is a hospital; can I kill anyone here?"

Tang Ming looked at Han Shan helplessly, "By the way, when we meet, I’ll heal Miss Dragon first, then you can introduce my identity."

Han Shan looked at Tang Ming in confusion.

"I fear once they know I’m Tang Ming, they won’t let me treat her."

Tang Ming yawned impatiently, "I dislike trouble."

Han Shan considered briefly and agreed.

Then Han Shan led Tang Ming to Miss Dragon’s hospital room.

"Why are you back so late? We’re running out of medicine."

The chubby Yang Jin looked at Han Shan discontentedly, quickly getting up to help change Miss Dragon’s drip. Seeing Tang Ming, he became puzzled, "Who is he?"

"He’s... a friend of mine, skilled in medical arts. I especially brought him here to check on Miss Dragon’s injuries."

Han Shan glanced at Tang Ming and reluctantly introduced, "He can definitely help heal Miss Dragon."