Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 242 - 191: RC Cells_2

This is a counterfeit item procured with the help of Ma Donghe, intended to replace the genuine one.

As for the blood samples inside, naturally, they were drawn from his group of brothers.

The only flaw was that the handwriting was slightly different.

However, under normal circumstances, as long as nothing abnormal was exposed, no one would pay such close attention.

Just as Fang Cheng carefully placed the two counterfeits into the tray.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps came from outside the laboratory.

Followed by a "beep" sound.

It seemed like someone had returned and was swiping their card to open the door.

Fang Cheng quickly put all the open storage boxes back in place, then flipped and jumped out of the window.

Click.

With the sound of the access control opening, a person quietly walked in. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Fang Cheng did not immediately leave but instead lay on the outside of the window sill, secretly observing who had returned to the laboratory.

To make sure his tracks were not discovered.

Through the expanded field of vision from Eagle Eye Vision, a scholarly-looking middle-aged man wearing glasses came into view.

He quickly walked to the console and also opened the results review area’s storage box, rummaging through it.

He occasionally looked up towards the direction of the restroom, his expression appearing quite abnormal.

As Fang Cheng peered from outside the window, he noticed the man selecting several blood collection tubes from the storage box, placing them into the bag he was carrying.

Among them were the two counterfeits Fang Cheng had just replaced.

Then, he took out some other blood samples that seemed to have been prepared in advance from his bag and swiftly reinserted them into the empty spots of the storage box.

This sneaky appearance was just like someone else from before.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

Fang Cheng watched with a perplexed face, just as another voice sounded.

"Professor Zheng, why have you come back?"

It was the duty female doctor who had returned from using the restroom.

She saw the blood collection tubes in his hand and the sight revealed from his bag, vaguely realizing something, and couldn’t help but open her mouth in surprise:

"What are you doing..."

Seeing her reaction, Professor Zheng suddenly stepped forward, picked up a stainless steel tray, and smashed it on her head.

Clang!

The female doctor was struck hard, her head bleeding and before she could scream, she staggered and fell.

Afraid that the tray wasn’t forceful enough, Professor Zheng then stepped forward and delivered two more blows.

His movements were fierce and precise, his expression hideously twisted, forming a stark contrast to his originally gentle and scholarly appearance.

Fang Cheng was shocked by the sudden scene that unfolded before him.

He didn’t know why this man took such a risk, daring to attack a colleague just to take the blood samples.

He saw Professor Zheng clang a sound, dropping the weapon in his hand, his mouth emitting heavy pants.

After a brief moment, he frantically tidied up the scene, then immediately turned and walked towards the door.

Fang Cheng, lurking outside the window, silently watched his back intently, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Although the items the man took were just the counterfeits Fang Cheng had switched.

But, these items still had to be recovered, and this man had to die!

Possibly, even those who might be behind him.

Because, there are not so many coincidences in the world.

This Professor Zheng obviously, through testing, found the unusualness between himself and Wen Xin.

Therefore, his secret replacement of the blood samples must be harboring ulterior motives.

However, Fang Cheng could not choose to act in the laboratory.

If both doctors encountered trouble here, the military would inevitably make a judgment that someone had secretly crept in, replacing the blood samples or tampering with the lab data, and attacked when discovered by chance.

At that time, no matter who is suspected, or even if re-examinations and blood draws are performed, things would become more complicated and dangerous.

This scapegoat, he could not bear for someone else.

Once Professor Zheng closed the access control and left the laboratory, Fang Cheng quickly climbed back over the windowsill and returned inside.

Then he quickly walked to the blood-covered, fallen female doctor, checking her breath, which was still faint.

"She’s not dead..."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief internally.

With this witness present, things would be easier.

After retrieving his and Wen Xin’s blood samples, he would make some noise to alert others to the woman lying on the ground.

Then logically guide the military’s investigation towards the other blood samples hidden by Professor Zheng.

As such, he could perfectly clear all suspicions and exonerate himself.

He quickly formulated a plan in his mind, and Fang Cheng swiftly took an access card from the female doctor’s pocket.

Then used her identity to swipe the card and opened the lab’s main door.

Outside the corridor, the lighting seemed very dim.

This floor appeared to be an office area, without any wards set up, so no medical staff were seen.

At midnight, all rooms were tightly closed, and the other staff members had long since left.

Apart from the strange, creepy screams coming faintly from downstairs, the entire floor seemed extremely deserted and quiet.

Fang Cheng quickly scanned the area, locked onto a target, and tiptoed silently after it.

The Rehabilitation Center was large, and the corridors were particularly long.

It looked alright during the day, but at night, with most of the lights turned off, looking down the corridor was like looking down a very long tunnel with no end in sight.

"Clack," "Clack."

Professor Zheng walked ahead, his leather shoes exceptionally loud on the tile floor.

Fang Cheng followed behind, quickening his pace and then slowing intermittently.

Sometimes using Light Body to jump and avoid the range of cameras set up in the corridor.

Sometimes hiding in the shadows at the corner of the walls, deliberately avoiding the soldiers stationed and patrolling around.

This office building had an important blood testing lab, so it certainly wouldn’t be lacking in security.

In Fang Cheng’s field of vision, he could clearly see several dynamic images hidden nearby.

After using Eagle Eye Vision, he gained extremely long sight distance and wide viewing angles, which allowed him to quickly scout the surroundings and lock onto his prey.

Even with the floor having a very tight security presence.

Fang Cheng still managed to pass by others just at the right moment using his Skill Effect and extraordinary agility attributes, without being easily noticed.

Even if he appeared in the surveillance footage, he was like a fleeting ghost, merely causing a momentary blur before disappearing instantaneously.

Not only was his leaping speed extremely fast and silent upon landing, but even his breathing and heartbeat were reduced to a very low level.

He was like a ghost slipping into darkness, difficult to detect any abnormal movements.

Before long, Professor Zheng reached the corridor exit.

At that moment, two armed patrolling soldiers approached him and greeted:

"Professor Zheng, working late again, must be tiring."

Having interacted over extended work periods, they were clearly very familiar with each other.

"You too have it tough."

Professor Zheng squeezed out a faint smile on his face, barely maintaining composure as he responded, his right hand unconsciously tightening the bag he was carrying.

The soldiers simply greeted him without searching him or continuing to chat.

Professor Zheng then headed toward the elevator area.

As they passed by each other, suddenly a dark shadow flashed vaguely.

"Huh."

One of the soldiers became alert, immediately turning his head and looking around in all directions.

However, aside from the receding figure and footsteps of Professor Zheng, there was no other movement.

Seeing this, the other soldier asked:

"What’s up, did you see something?"

"No..."

That soldier shook his head in confusion: "I think my eyes are playing tricks on me."

Despite saying this, his heart still felt uneasy.

The shadow he saw just now was like a quickly cut frame, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

He even wondered if he had been in this eerie place too long and had encountered something unclean.

As they resumed patrolling forward while talking.

A figure, like a gecko clinging to the ceiling, held its breath with wide-open eyes, watching the soldiers walking underneath.

After a few seconds, it lightly jumped down behind them, instantly blending into the darkness.

Fang Cheng, using his ability to suspend in the air, successfully bypassed the checkpoint but was slightly delayed as a result.

Upon reaching the elevator area, he saw the number on the floor indicator continuously descending, stopping at the 5th floor.

The target had not left the building.

Fang Cheng couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

The original plan was to wait for him to reach the underground parking lot, or to leave the hospital to meet someone, to confirm unmistakably before making his move.

Now the situation seemed to have changed.

Thinking it over, Fang Cheng immediately dashed like a nimble cat, opting for the emergency staircase to head to the fifth floor to check things out.