Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 240 - 190: Night Shift Ward_3

Fang Cheng immediately held his breath and lowered his head, using the corner of his eye to stealthily observe.

He saw another squad of armed soldiers coming around the right corner on patrol.

It seemed that even if he subdued those two soldiers in the fastest manner, it would certainly alarm other patrolling personnel.

As for choosing to enter through the main entrance again, that was even less possible.

The defense personnel there would only be more numerous than here.

More importantly,

since the military had taken over the Rehabilitation Center and sealed the entire building,

their main concern was evidently more the "patients" inside who could become insane at any moment.

Therefore, the building’s internal defense measures must be very strict.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng once again activated his Eagle Eye Vision, observing the heavily guarded Rehabilitation Center with even more attention.

As his eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils seemed to flash with electricity.

His vision suddenly became as clear as daylight, revealing the building’s outline.

Furthermore, as his field of vision expanded and the twisting of light lessened, he could even see figures moving back and forth on both sides of the building.

Nearly half of the various guard post positions and dynamic images were captured in his sight.

His view moved upwards, zooming in closer, enlarging the focus, and his gaze penetrated through windows that were alternately bright or dark.

Fang Cheng then observed the specific situation inside the Rehabilitation Center.

According to Nurse Chen, those medical staff would usually work in this building, often working overtime until late at night.

Therefore, he focused his observation on the rooms where the lights were still on.

A few minutes later, he roughly locked onto two locations.

Feng Cheng withdrew his vision, quickly making various route plans in his mind.

Eventually, he chose the entry method with the least risk and safest approach.

Afterward, he moved silently to a position opposite the junction between the main building and the wing on the right side.

This spot was perfectly located in the observational blind spots of the three surrounding guard posts.

Fang Cheng held his breath, lying flat on the ground, hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Tap, tap, tap.

The night was thick, and silence pervaded.

Occasionally, voices would accompany footsteps.

Those were the soldiers who had patrolled around, passing by again.

As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away to silence, a shadow suddenly darted out from the corner.

He leaped up, agile like a civet cat, swiftly climbing up the two-story wing building.

Then, standing at the top of the wing, he looked up at the main building towering 15 stories high.

Immediately afterward, he crouched down, bending his knees, his feet pushing off the ground, his arms swinging.

He instantly performed a movement akin to a vertical jump, directly leaping up and catching onto the outer edge of a fourth-floor windowsill.

Afterward, Fang Cheng didn’t immediately flip over to enter.

Instead, like performing pull-ups, he hung suspended against the wall, took a deep breath, and began to gather strength.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

As he counted in his mind, the muscles in both arms gradually swelled and thickened, his skin turning red and hot to the touch.

When he counted to five seconds, Fang Cheng forcefully pulled himself up in a burst of Kirin Arm strength, propelling himself upwards.

His entire body soared through the air like a Spirit Bird, shooting straight upward.

Snap.

His ten fingers grasped the windowsill’s edge as firmly as iron pincers.

Looking down, this leap spanned two stories, reaching the outside of the main building’s 7th floor.

One must understand that suspending oneself in mid-air is not the same as having solid ground underfoot to exert force.

Fang Cheng directed his gaze to the left to a room where the lights were out.

Then twisting his waist, his body swayed, and he jumped laterally three meters away, again grabbing hold of the windowsill of that room.

In this way, relying on arm strength and abdominal power to move, sometimes leaping upward, sometimes shifting to the side.

Fang Cheng climbed higher and higher, finally reaching the 13th floor, which was one of his target locations.

The wind whistled into his ears, and looking down, the patrolling soldiers appeared as mere black dots.

If not for deliberately looking up attentively, no one would notice such a ghostly trace.

Fang Cheng held tight to the structure’s edge, his gaze peering through the sliver of curtain revealed in the window, looking inside.

At that moment, a muffled conversation could be faintly heard in the room.

"Brother Zheng, there seems to be a problem with this blood sample. Can you come over and check it out?"