Chapter 37 – Three Years Ago, He Was My Patient in Taipei City
“…”
The livestream in the upper right corner, IDed [Wolf], was completely silent.
The streamer forced himself not to glance at the barrage, his eyes fixed on the game screen, furious.
Are those people on the overpass blind? Just letting them carry the car over like that? Fight them now!
He then watched helplessly as the four AVG members pulled ashore. Unique instantly switched from the speedboat to the jeep, driving it up the high slope inside the circle.
Wolf’s eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands trembling uncontrollably on the table.
[“The streamer’s expression is terrifying”]
[“I’m not saying this lightly, but this is seriously awesome”]
[“KKC also made it into the circle, but they got out and swam over—looks so low-key in comparison”]
[“At least they survived. MKBK is completely wiped out”]
The audience could see each team’s survival status. Just as the director cut to AVG, MKBK had already lost the bridge battle and failed to enter the circle.
UGC wasn’t in great shape either after winning the firefight. They replenished supplies on the spot, then drove back to secure a good position to wait for the circle, staying at the airport.
Wolf gritted his teeth. “Let’s see—if they run into UGC head-on, they’ll still die—”
He was mid-sentence when a knock came at the door.
The livestream was muted. Wolf stepped out to open it and found two police officers standing there.
One of them pulled out an ID. “Hello, we’re from the Lianjiang Police Station. Here are our credentials. Are you Mr. Wei Chengguang?”
The boy’s pupils contracted, his gaze flickering involuntarily toward the bedroom—where his motorcycle jacket still lay, not yet put away.
He appeared calm on the surface, but inside, turmoil raged.
He hadn’t shown his face that afternoon, and he’d avoided surveillance as much as possible on his escape route. How could the police have tracked him down so quickly?
Wouldn’t it take time to check the footage?
He had already booked a flight abroad, planning to watch the finals today and leave immediately—after all, he could stream from anywhere.
Why were they here so soon?
The answer came quickly. Another officer, noticing his unease, spoke bluntly: “At 2:49 PM this afternoon, a stabbing occurred at the Hai City Athletic Gymnasium. Someone has implicated you. Please cooperate with our investigation.”
…
Five minutes later.
The livestream, once featured in the top three on Maoyu TV’s homepage, went black before even an hour had passed.
The streamer disappeared without explanation, then returned briefly, staring at the screen. Moments later, he yanked out his computer’s plug, ending the stream in the most abrupt and brutal way possible.
A careful viewer would have noticed Wolf’s hand shaking uncontrollably as he pulled the plug.
It was as if something catastrophic had just happened.
…
“Hello? Officer—okay, I get it. He wants a lawyer? No problem, I’ll hire one too. You’re incredibly efficient. Thank you so much! I’ll definitely send you a banner later!”
“What? He’s clamoring to see the match results at the police station? Don’t bother with him. I’ll tell him in person when the court session begins.”
At the hospital, Xu Shaoqiu hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.
“Finally, I can put my mind at ease!”
Yin Sijue looked at him with a half-smile. “Not sad this time? Didn’t you feel guilty before?”
“Feel guilty? For doing something like this? I’m not the Buddha.” Xu Shaoqiu snorted coldly, picked up his phone again, and resumed his call. “The club’s legal department is full of top graduates. I’ll sue him into the ground.”
Yin Sijue chuckled and continued watching the livestream.
Inside the game, AVG entered the airport and parked in a secluded spot. The four players split up: Mi Li and Da Shu headed for the warehouse, while Unique and Jerry climbed the elevated tower.
UGC had retreated to Building C, preparing for the final battle.
Suddenly, Ji Wei, crouched on the tower, spotted a figure darting across the bridge.
Mika, outside the arena, also noticed: “It’s KKC’s Allen! He didn’t enter the circle with the main team—he’s driving MKBK’s car over here!”
Yamy: “MKBK’s car only lost a little health. Nice! Now they have a vehicle!”
Mika: “Having a car won’t help. Unique is watching him, and two AVG players are still on the overpass. One crossfire from high and low, and they’re dead.”
In-game, Jerry already had his sights set on Allen’s head, eager to shoot.
“Unique, should we fire?”
Ji Wei thought for a moment. “Not yet.”
He explained, “KKC’s position is terrible right now. He’s probably driving to pick someone up and relocate. If we shoot now, we’ll only get one kill, and UGC will spot our position. Then both teams will target us, and we’ll be stuck fighting uphill.”
Jerry lowered his gun immediately. “Got it.”
Sure enough, Allen drove over, picked up the other three players near a low building, and prepared to move.
As their vehicle was about to pass under the elevated tower, Ji Wei pulled out a grenade, timed it perfectly, and hurled it forward.
The grenade arced through the air and landed neatly beneath KKC’s car.
Boom!
The violent blast sent the white vehicle soaring. As it flew, the entire KKC squad was wiped out.
The stadium erupted in screams—the grenade’s explosion igniting the crowd into chaos.
“One grenade, four kills!” Lao Ma’s face flushed with excitement. “How did he find that angle?!”
Mika: “Awesome!!!”
Yamy: “How did he throw that? The car flew so high! Our PUBG physics engine truly is the best!”
Mika shouted at the top of her lungs, “Congratulations to Unique for pulling off a one-on-three kill! Another one! A grenade! Four! Explodes!!”
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When the safe zone shrank again and UGC was forced to leave Building C, the director finally turned the camera away from Unique.
It goes without saying that the grenade slicer video will dominate the search rankings tonight, becoming one of the highlights of this year’s Summer Split.
Xu Shaoqiu, after contacting legal, had already missed the moment that would have made him leap three feet into the air.
He hung up the phone and returned to his seat to see Yin Sijue’s hands clenched into fists. He sat no longer slouched, leaning slightly forward, his eyes gleaming with a rare glint.
“Don’t squeeze so hard! What if the wound ruptures?”
“…” Yin Sijue’s mood was dampened, and he gave him a cold look. “I told you it wasn’t that serious.”
“How was it? Who won the first round?”
Yin Sijue tossed him the tablet. On the screen, UGC had escaped Building C and staged a back-up. Ji Wei and the others hadn’t matched up, and ultimately won the game, taking second place.
“You played well! That’s a great result for a new team.”
Yin Sijue glanced at the real-time scores. “You were even better when you weren’t around. Remember to check the trending searches later.”
“What trending searches?”
The match entered intermission. The players left the stage to adjust their form. The director cut to commercials, and Xu Shaoqiu pressed for a long time to find the replay.
“Why are you two still here?” A doctor in a white coat approached, interrupting their conversation.
The man fiddling with the tablet turned around and saw Xu Xingchen standing nearby, watching them, a stethoscope draped around his neck.
“We’re low on tetanus shots. Someone just came in with a rusty nail through their hand, so we gave them the shot. We’re waiting for them to bring in a new one,” Xu Shaoqiu said.
Xu Xingchen: “Is that your excuse for watching the live game stream in the kids’ homework area?”
“?” Xu Shaoqiu turned and saw a child two seats away on an IV drip, doing his homework while secretly watching the live game stream on their tablets. He was practically squinting.
Xu Xingchen patted his brother on the back: “Come to my office. The WiFi signal is good, and I’m free right now. I’ll give him the shot when the time comes.”
“Go, go, go.”
Xu Xingchen’s office wasn’t big, but it had a desk and chair. He pulled out a basket of snacks like Crispy Shark potato chips from under the table:
“You haven’t had dinner yet? Help yourself!”
“Is that all you usually eat?” Xu Shaoqiu said, his worry rising. “Don’t doctors say junk food is unhealthy?”
“As long as it tastes good, why do you care so much?” Xu Xingchen tore open a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips and popped one into his mouth.
“The doctor will tell you another secret to good health: worry less.”
Xu Shaoqiu: “…”
“Put the tablet up so I can take a look. There aren’t many patients right now.” Xu Xingchen called over to Yin Sijue. “I asked Dr. Liu about your hand today. He said it’s nothing serious, so don’t worry.”
“Okay, thanks.” Yin Sijue set the device on the desk, and the three of them sat together watching the commercial break during the summer season.
Xu Xingchen watched for a while, then said, “I always thought my brother had a very ordinary job. I didn’t expect he’d be dealing with bloodshed—and there are so many commercials in one game. You guys are practically celebrities.”
“Not really. This kind of thing might only happen once in a lifetime,” Xu Shaoqiu said wistfully. “I’d rather not be too famous. These past two days have worn me out so much I’ve even grown a few gray hairs.”
After the long break, the contestants returned to the stage one by one.
Once the commentator introduced the map and format, the director cut to player close-ups.
When the camera landed on Ji Wei, he was tilting his head back to drink water. The angle was off, and some of the clear liquid spilled from the corner of his lips, running down his chin and along his slender, pale neck.
The shot was so suggestive that the director couldn’t help but linger a few extra seconds.
“So Ji Wei is playing on your team today? Isn’t he an intern?”
“Huh?” Xu Shaoqiu raised a brow in surprise—his younger brother, who never played games, was the one asking.
“That’s not called an intern; it’s a youth trainee. A while back, some idiot quit the first team, so they pulled him up.”
He caught the familiarity in Xu Xingchen’s tone and asked, puzzled, “Do you know him?”
Xu Xingchen only hummed in reply and kept eating his chips.
After a few seconds, he sensed something was wrong. Looking up, he realized neither of the two beside him was watching the game. Both pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
Xu Shaoqiu asked in surprise, “How do you know him?”
Then he suddenly recalled something. “Wait—last time you came to the base to treat his injuries, I thought something was off. So you two did know each other, didn’t you?”
“No, weren’t you away from Hai City before? I thought you didn’t know anyone here besides me.”
The barrage of questions left Xu Xingchen a little dazed. Just as he was about to decide how to respond, he felt a chilling gaze from the side.
How to describe it? It was like being stared at by a venomous snake in the wild—enough to make his skin crawl.
“Uh… Sijue, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Yin Sijue lifted his chin, a gesture that clearly meant: Go on.
“Alright.” Xu Xingchen wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, “Brother, did Ji Wei tell you himself that he’s from Hai City?”
“Not exactly, but the information form he submitted for the trial listed Hai City as his hometown.”
“Oh, then he probably filled in a false form.”
Looking at the two men beside him, Xu Xingchen said: “He’s actually from Taipei City. Three years ago, he was my patient there.”