Demon Lord 3

Without hesitation, we silently calculated how to unleash our power. To those people, our abilities were considered divine, so we couldn't use them against ordinary people. That would be bullying, but when we encountered the most heinous criminals, we would deal with them without hesitation. Zhou Chuyuan and Lin Zhenfei hurried to the nearest bank to exchange money, while Wu Luansen and Yan Hongchun sorted out everything they needed to prepare for their trip to avoid any accidents. To this end, we planned to find a local to guide us. Zheng Tianlong explained to me what Cheng Ze had just thought, and I curiously asked him how he knew. He smiled and said, "For me, this is not difficult. Zuo Chenwei is good at understanding the future, and I am good at knowing the past. Those things are not secrets, it's just that you are not good at perceiving them." I asked him not to keep me in suspense and to tell me in detail. What I least expected was that Cheng Ze had thought about a lot of things just now, especially about saving his wife. Deep in his memory, there were memories of him since he was a child. Because of his excellent academic performance, he was recommended to medical university. He had almost no failures along the way and saved many people, but also offended many people. He was not afraid and continued to go further and further on the road of medicine. His superb medical skills made him famous in this field. Many people who came here for his reputation also praised him very much. Silk banners were hung on the whole wall. Even other doctors did not feel jealous of him, but only envy and admiration. There is a whole wall behind each doctor where he can hang banners and some honors he has won. New doctors who don’t have these have to put their books and notebooks on the shelves to make the blank walls and shelves no longer empty. But other doctors hope that Cheng Ze’s banners and honors will be hung on their own walls. In those people’s hearts, Cheng Ze is like a god holding a steel knife. Although it is a scalpel, he collides with the god of death again and again, snatches people from the hands of the underworld, and prolongs their lives. He has never accepted bribes from anyone, and gets an ordinary person’s salary every month. He is indeed the first to work, but once a person becomes famous, he will be targeted, and he is no exception. Although it is a multinational organization, they also keep a close eye on him, and use his wife as a weakness to persecute his family. The proud Cheng Ze finally couldn't help but bend down and lower his head.

But in his eyes, I also saw that kind of determination, a determination that cannot be described in words, as if he had found his old self. To us, we are all bystanders, but to him, everything he experienced was uncontrollable. If he could do it again, perhaps he would not choose to show up at all, and would know how to endure himself. Zheng Tianlong also lamented about this matter. After learning about the past, he felt that Cheng Ze was a very good person. He was first-class in both being a person and doing things. But fate was so unfair. There was no mistake, but there was indeed endless punishment. If those who were at large could not be brought to justice, how could the anger in people's hearts be calmed? Seeing us staring at him in a daze, Cheng Ze smiled sheepishly and said, "I was indeed a little impulsive just now. I apologize for my impulsiveness and hope you don't mind. But I don't have the courage to live anymore. Right or wrong is not for us to judge. Now my only goal is to let my wife live well. If you can help me, I will do anything." I thought for a moment and said, "You have to live well too. Without you, we can't complete the things that follow. What you need to do now is to cheer up and try to recall where those people are? Who have you met? Who are they? The more information we know, the greater the chance of completing this task."

Cheng Ze nodded, and then tried hard to recall. Finally, he asked us for paper and pen, and wrote out everything he had in mind. The dense handwriting was very clear. I teased him curiously, "Doctor Cheng, isn't the handwriting of most doctors messy? How come yours is so clear?" Cheng Ze nodded and said, "Indeed, there are two reasons why doctors' handwriting is sloppy. The first is that they see too many patients and are overworked, so their handwriting also flows. The second is to avoid taking responsibility. Even if they make a mistake, no one can tell."