Chapter 344: Chapter 343: The Reason
Yan Feifan saw the womanâs savage, twisted expression. More importantly, he saw the gleaming, terrifying dagger lunging right at him.
In this state of emergency, his brain kicked into overdrive, instantly shifting into a high-frequency processing state.
In the blink of an eye, he had already formulated no fewer than three perfectly sound escape routes.
At the same time, Yan Feifan even had the mental spare capacity to quickly search his memories. âI really donât know this woman.â
âWe have no history, no grudge. Why is she doing this?â
But no matter how fast Yan Feifanâs mind worked...
...his body couldnât keep up.
After weighing his options, Yan Feifan chose a simple yet effective evasive maneuver that would minimize the damage.
He lowered his body by a mere centimeter.
At this trajectory, the dagger would strike him squarely on the third rib.
He was already tensing his muscles to recoil upon impact, using her momentum to push himself back quickly.
This would prevent a bone fracture or any more serious injury.
Yan Feifan was prepared to take the hit and suffer a minor wound, but he had failed to account for one variable.
Lu Yaoâs reaction.
A sudden shove from Lu Yao not only disrupted his planned recoil but also sent his body tilting uncontrollably.
He recalculated the point of impact...
âOh, fuck...â
Yan Feifan realized with terror.
This time, the dagger would plunge unimpeded into his chest, straight into his right ventricle...
In that instant, Yan Feifan couldnât help but wonder if this whole thing had been orchestrated by that bastard Lu Yao.
âSeeing no hope of winning Su Ye over, did he decide to just take me out of the picture for good?â
âLu Yao, may you and your ancestors rot in hell...â
Thrown off balance, Yan Feifan had no way to dodge. All he could do was curse Lu Yao endlessly in his mind.
As the dagger was about to pierce his chest, a despairing Yan Feifan couldnât bear to watch.
He instinctively shut his eyes, cutting off all visual input.
A moment later, Yan Feifan heard a soft SQUELCH, followed by a faint GRINDING sound.
He knew those sounds all too well.
It was the sound of muscle tissue being severed and a metal blade scraping against bone.
To Yan Feifanâs immense surprise, the pain that should have accompanied those sounds never came.
âDid I subconsciously block out the pain, too?â
Amazed and curious, Yan Feifan opened his eyes again.
A shocking image flooded his brain.
The small dagger was stabbed through the back of a large, thick hand, the blade emerging from the palm. Its tip was pressed right against his chest.
Yan Feifan saw bright red blood stream down the blade and spray onto his own light-colored shirt...
From the moment the long-haired woman lunged with the knife to the moment Lu Yao blocked it with his hand, it all felt like an eternity in Yan Feifanâs mind. In reality, it had only been a few instantsâthe blink of an eye.
The surrounding tourists at the arrivals exit felt a blur of motion. The next thing they knew, a tall, lanky man was being shoved to the ground.
And then they saw the horrifying scene.
A small dagger had pierced straight through a manâs hand, and blood was pouring out.
"AHH! Someoneâs been killed!"
"Help me!"
A few terrified screams rang out, and the crowd of passengers at the exit scattered in a panic.
The long-haired woman was stunned for a moment when she saw her dagger was lodged in someone elseâs hand.
When she came to, she tried to pull the dagger out.
Lu Yao wasnât about to let her. Enduring the pain, he twisted his right hand, using the bones to lock the blade in place.
At the same time, he threw caution to the wind and lashed out with his right foot, kicking her.
His posture was awkward and he couldnât generate much force, but his foot still connected with the womanâs body.
But the sickening SNAP from his right foot, followed by a surge of pain, told him heâd twisted his ankle.
Fortunately, he saw the woman stagger back two or three steps from the kick, her grip on the knife loosening.
The dagger was still embedded in his hand.
Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly pulled back his foot and adjusted his stance. Ignoring the pain in his ankle and hand, he was about to press the attack when...
...an irresistible force slammed into him from behind, throwing him face-first onto the hard floor.
At the same time, an authoritative voice boomed, "Donât move!"
âThe womanâs accomplice!â
That was the first thought that flashed through Lu Yaoâs mind. Far from staying still, he began to struggle frantically.
But the person on top of him was incredibly strong, and their arms were locked around him so tightly he couldnât break free.
Lu Yao noticed out of the corner of his eye.
The female attacker was also being held firmly on the ground by a well-built man in civilian clothes.
He glanced over at Yan Feifan, who was back on his feet, and saw a stern-faced young man standing beside him.
Lu Yao suddenly remembered a rumor.
Heâd heard that in key locations in Jingcheng, like Tianâanmen Square and the airport, there were always plainclothes special police on patrol to handle emergencies.
He stopped struggling and quickly yelled, "Iâm the victim! Iâm the victim!"
A few minutes later, Yan Feifan and Lu Yao arrived at the airport clinic, escorted by two airport police officers and one plainclothes officer.
The clinicâs doctor, a man in his thirties, saw the dagger still embedded in Lu Yaoâs hand and immediately brought out a syringe of anesthetic and a surgical suture kit.
Yan Feifan waved the doctor off, saying bluntly, "Step aside. Iâll do it."
Lu Yao, wincing in pain, added, "Let him. Heâs a well-known surgical expert from Binhai University Affiliated Hospital. Heâs the real deal."
"I trust him."
The clinic doctor looked at Yan Feifanâs youthful face, then glanced questioningly at the accompanying police officers.
The senior officer nodded slightly. "Weâve confirmed this young manâs identity. He is, in fact, a surgeon from a major hospital in Binhai."
Upon hearing this, the clinic doctor stepped aside.
Yan Feifan disinfected his hands, put on a pair of surgical gloves, and began by injecting anesthetic around the wound on Lu Yaoâs hand.
"Lu Yao, if you hadnât recklessly shoved me, the womanâs knife would have, at worst, hit my third rib."
"I could have used the momentum to retreat."
"Once I dodged that first strike, she wouldnât have been a threat anymore."
Lu Yao said angrily, "Yan Feifan, how can you be blaming me? I risked my own life to save yours, you know?"
"Are you trying to weasel your way out of owing me your life..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Feifan swiftly yanked out the dagger that had gone clean through his hand.
The pain made Lu Yaoâs entire body convulse.
"Yan Feifan, you..."
Lu Yao saw Yan Feifan shoot him a cold glare and then pick up a pair of forceps and a scalpel.
He wisely shut his mouth.
"That woman, do you know her?"
Hearing Yan Feifanâs question, Lu Yao quickly shook his head and explained in a low voice, "I donât know her. I was waiting for you at the arrivals exit."
"I didnât notice her until she was right next to me. She was the one who struck up a conversation."
"I was bored waiting, so we just made small talk..."
Yan Feifan cleaned Lu Yaoâs wound, his tone sarcastic. "You just saw a pretty face and couldnât help yourself."
"Thatâs not true!"
Lu Yao explained quietly, "I know plenty of girls who are way prettier than her. I was just bored and making small talk, thatâs all."
Just then, the senior police officer, after a brief exchange on his walkie-talkie with colleagues at the station, approached Yan Feifan and Lu Yao.
"The woman confessed. She said her motive was to get revenge for her boyfriend who committed suicide, Yu Zhixin..."
Hearing the name Yu Zhixin, Yan Feifan understood everything.
Yu Zhixin, Yu Suyeâs cousin who had taken his own life.
So the long-haired woman was Yu Zhixinâs girlfriend.
âShe was willing to get plastic surgery to look like Yu Suye for him. She must have been madly in love with Yu Zhixin.â
âIt also shows that her mentality is rather extreme.â
âWas she trying to make Yu Suye experience the pain of losing someone she loves?â