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The corridor fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Just as the heavy despair was on the verge of crushing everyone, the doctor looked at Liu San, who was crouched in the corner trembling silently, then glanced at the dull faces of the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke:

"However... You don’t need to be excessively pessimistic and despairing."

This sentence instantly drew everyone’s attention.

The doctor pondered his words: "Although the probability of waking up currently looks low, from another perspective, Gang Leader Lei’s situation is already the worst result this disaster could cause. In other words, he has already hit rock bottom."

"Rock bottom?" Lin Yu frowned in confusion.

"Yes, rock bottom." The doctor confirmed with a nod, "This means that as long as we can maintain his current vital signs, ensure the minimum functionality of his body without further deterioration... then the situation will only improve and won’t get worse."

He paused, his tone carrying a certainty grounded in experience and facts: "Gang Leader Lei is a Tier Three Martial Saint! His vitality, cellular activity, and the resilience of his organs far exceed our imagination!"

"This Turtle Breath state, in a sense, is precisely the ultimate protection program activated by his powerful physique in a desperate situation. As long as it’s maintained and given time, his vitality has the chance to reignite."

"Therefore, I believe what you need now is patience, to steady your footing, and to create an absolutely safe and stable environment for Gang Leader Lei, giving his body’s strong healing potential time to gradually repair the wounds and awaken the dormant consciousness."

"This process may be long, but the probability of improvement is definitely much higher than you now imagine! The hope of waking up will inevitably increase with the passage of time!"

The doctor’s words instantly pierced through the heavy haze shrouding everyone’s hearts.

Although that five percent figure remained heavy.

Yet the doctor’s words gave them a pivot they could cling to.

"Thank you."

Everyone expressed their thanks.

"It’s my duty." The doctor waved wearily, "The patient will soon be transferred to the special care intensive care unit, with his vital signs monitored closely for twenty-four hours. You can arrange a small number of personnel to wait outside the ward in turns, but remember to maintain silence and not disturb."

Soon, Lei Meng, with tubes inserted all over his body and a pale face like paper, was pushed out and taken to the intensive care unit.

Liu San struggled to follow.

But was forcefully held back by Lu Jiuyuan.

"Old Liu!" Lu Jiuyuan looked straight into Liu San’s bloodshot eyes, "Listen to me! Brother Meng now needs the most professional care and silence, staying here won’t help."

Liu San’s lips trembled, wanting to retort.

Lu Jiuyuan gave him no chance to speak: "But the Cyan Dragon Gang needs you! Right now! Immediately! At once!"

"Headquarters is already in chaos, the old brothers in the gang are apprehensive, the newly recruited ones are unsettled, and outside there’s the Iron Flow Sect eyeing like wolves and tigers."

"At this moment, to stabilize the situation, temporarily hold up this piece of Heaven for Brother Meng, only you, Liu San, can do it!"

"Brother Meng fought for half a lifetime to establish this foundation, are you willing to watch it collapse before your eyes?"

"Go back, return to headquarters, stabilize the scene! That’s what you should do now, understand?!"

Each word struck mercilessly in Liu San’s muddled mind.

The bewilderment and pain in his eyes were gradually replaced by clarity.

"Gang..." Liu San muttered to himself, his unfocused gaze gradually concentrated.

"Yes... there’s still the gang, there’s still so much to do!" He seemed to grasp a lifeline, his voice hoarse but carrying a fierce determination.

He wiped the mixture of blood and tears from his face vigorously, and straightened his body.

Then Liu San hesitated no longer, turned, and strode towards the corridor exit.

And Lu Jiuyuan gave Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing a glance, quickly following suit.

Watching Liu San and Lu Jiuyuan disappear at the end of the corridor.

The last traces of worry faded from Wei Banmeng’s face.

Turning, his gaze swept over the remaining Dawn members in the corridor.

"Lin Yu, you lead a team staying at the hospital, cooperate with the doctors, and ensure the absolute safety of the ward."

"Okay." Lin Yu responded immediately, quickly selecting a few people.

"The others." Wei Banmeng’s gaze fell on four people, "Immediately take people, expanding from headquarters and radiating across all our territories, especially the border areas adjacent to Iron Flow Sect’s forces, search inch by inch, don’t miss any clues, I want to know who did it, who’s behind it, as quickly as possible!"

"Understood!" The others roared in unison, turned, and took the remaining people swiftly away.

In an instant, the noisy and oppressive corridor became much emptier.

Only Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, and Jiang Wei remained.

And Lin Yu and her group stood guard outside the intensive care ward.

Wei Banmeng’s gaze turned to Jiang Wei, who had been quietly standing in the shadow.

Her fiery red hair seemed to flow like fire under the pale light, her clear red eyes calm and unperturbed.

"Jiang Wei." Wei Banmeng’s voice was low, "You are leaving for the city first thing tomorrow, right?"

Today is the third day after the Tier Two Tournament ended, and tomorrow afternoon, the Tier Three Tournament will officially begin.

Jiang Wei nodded slightly: "Yes."

Wei Banmeng stepped forward, leaning close to Jiang Wei’s ear, speaking quickly in a voice only the two could hear: "Before you leave, do me a favor. Go to Iron Flow Sect’s territory, kill one of their Tier Threes."

Jiang Wei’s clear red eyes showed no fluctuation, she merely asked calmly: "Who to kill?"