At that moment, Zhao Feng was sprinting forward without ever glancing back, cradling the unconscious Yan Qinran in his arms.
His breathing remained steady, his steps light despite the weight he carried.
Behind him, the Taekwondo Club members led by Yan Qinran struggled to keep up. They were exhausted, clearly reaching their limits.
All of them were still in shock from what had happened just moments ago—Zhao Feng had suddenly appeared and, with overwhelming strength, helped them break through the horde of mutant wolves.
One of the members, running in the middle of the group, couldn't help but glance at Zhao Feng's back with a curious look.
Who is this guy? he wondered. He moves like lightning. Could he be our club leader's boyfriend?
That single thought spread like wildfire among them.
"As expected of our club president... the man she chose is even stronger than her!"
They all thought the same thing, admiration shining on their dirt- and sweat-covered faces.
One of them—a muscular young man with a worried expression—sped up and approached Zhao Feng from the side.
His voice was low and hesitant, but clear enough to be heard over the pounding of their feet.
"U-uhm… Brother-in-law, is the boss going to be okay?"
Zhao Feng glanced sideways, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Why did you call me... brother-in-law?"
The young man looked stunned for a second, then let out a sheepish laugh and scratched the back of his head while still running.
"Eh, well… Aren't you dating the boss?"
Zhao Feng nearly tripped.
His eyes widened slightly, his normally calm face now showing a mix of frustration and confusion.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" he snapped. His voice sounded a bit annoyed.
"I don't even know your club leader personally. I just happened to pass by and decided to help, that's all."
Everyone who heard that froze in disbelief. A few almost stopped running altogether, their faces flushed in embarrassment.
So we misunderstood? He's not her boyfriend?! Oh crap... We really let our imagination run wild!
Zhao Feng sighed softly, holding Yan Qinran tighter to make sure she didn't shake too much as he focused his gaze forward again.
"Just keep running. We're not out of danger yet."
Meanwhile, in his arms, Yan Qinran's tightly shut eyes began to flutter, as if she was slowly regaining consciousness...
Her pale face began to flush faintly, her eyelashes quivering, her breathing slightly uneven.
——
Not long after, they arrived at the fifth floor within five minutes. They immediately shut the door and locked it.
Without wasting time or saying anything unnecessary, Zhao Feng headed straight for the infirmary with Yan Qinran still in his arms.
But just before he entered, he turned his head slightly, his eyes sharp as blades.
"I'll leave your club leader to a doctor. Don't come in until I say so."
The Taekwondo Club members nodded obediently, though they were visibly anxious about their leader's condition.
They all knew she needed urgent medical attention—and for now, they had no choice but to place their trust in Zhao Feng.
——
Zhao Feng entered the infirmary carrying a blood-covered young woman.
The sight immediately drew the attention of two beautiful women sitting on the sofa.
Xiao Yuyan frowned slightly as she saw Zhao Feng carrying a girl drenched in blood.
She was a smart and composed girl—someone who knew when to ask and when to stay silent.
But on the other hand, Ning Yue, while a bit perverted, was still a highly competent doctor. She rushed forward without hesitation.
Zhao Feng carefully laid the pale, bloodied Yan Qinran down.
Ning Yue quickly began examining her, especially her right leg, which looked bent unnaturally.
After a moment of silence, she sighed in relief.
"Her condition looks bad, but her life isn't in danger. Her leg is just slightly dislocated."
"Yan Qinran?"
Xiao Yuyan hadn't recognized her face earlier due to all the blood.
But when she helped clean the bloodstained face, she was visibly shocked.
Zhao Feng noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow.
"You know her?"
Xiao Yuyan nodded and replied calmly.
"Her grandfather was a former high-ranking general in this city, and her father is the current police chief."
Zhao Feng's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected Yan Qinran to have such a background.
Just then, some noise came from outside the room.
The two girls turned toward the door, a questioning look in their eyes.
Zhao Feng met their gaze calmly, then began to explain what had happened on the lower floors—the wolf horde, Yan Qinran's injury, and why he had stepped in to help.