[Urban] Desire to Heal the World (Complete) - 20

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Chapter 45 of the forced entry:

The warehouse was eerily quiet, without a single reaction.

"Attention inside! Attention inside! I am Shuangxi, the new head of Zhonghe Hall! You are surrounded! Immediately lay down your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, line up, and surrender! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Shuangxi repeated, but still no response! Thinking the police's tactics were utterly ineffective, this kind of shouting seemed to never work, he picked up the microphone again and shouted, "Brothers, charge!"

Nearly a thousand men immediately began smashing doors, windows, and walls.

When they finally stormed into the warehouse, they were dumbfounded. The floor was littered with severely wounded thugs, and beside the iron cage containing four women, a blood-soaked man sat panting heavily, dozens of gang leaders kneeling before him, prostrating themselves as if worshipping a god.

The surviving thugs later described this battle as an earth-shattering, awe-inspiring spectacle.

The thugs, eager to enjoy the beauty of these celestial women, charged at Xiao Chong with their long knives as if possessed by evil spirits. Xiao Chong, however, seemed possessed by a demon, advancing instead of retreating, meeting them head-on. This demon seemed to possess magic; before anyone could reach him, they collapsed. The siege of two hundred men was nothing to him. He charged through the encirclement like a mad bull with red eyes, quickly scattering the crowd. Those who hadn't fallen carefully examined the wounded and found several tiny silver needles embedded in their bodies. Some were in their hearts, some in their abdomens, some in their heads, and some even in their genitals. Each needle was deeply embedded, with only the tip protruding. They couldn't be pulled out; if they were, the needles seemed to come alive and burrow back into the flesh.

As everyone watched in disbelief, the silver needles on one of the thugs disappeared from his body. After struggling a few times on the ground, he became lifeless. A chill ran down their spines, and they quickly dodged away as Xiao Chong charged towards them.

Xiao Chong was furious, incredibly furious—angrier than ever before. Someone dared to touch his woman and demand two million plus half a roast goose leg! This was unprecedented, an insult to his dignity, clearly treating him like a cheap slut. How could he not be enraged, burning with fury, seething with rage? So this time, he didn't simply use the silver needles to subdue people as usual. Instead, he concentrated his inner energy into the needles, stabbing anyone he saw, each strike aimed at a vital spot, a deadly blow that pierced skin, flesh, and bone.

Having used up most of his silver needles, he reached out and snatched a large cleaver. A series of piercing, bone-chilling blade strikes erupted from his hand, each one filled with horrific cruelty. This was an unstoppable demonic blade; once unleashed, it never missed its mark. Every strike was sure to unleash a whirlwind of blood and a shower of gore, each strike landing on the thugs until they were felled to the ground. Only then would it seek its next prey, satisfying its bloodthirsty nature.

Xiao Chong felt blood gushing before his eyes, thugs falling one after another. The strong smell of blood excited and thrilled him. He was unaware that he harbored a bloodthirsty nature. By the time he suddenly realized it, it was too late. He was already in a killing frenzy, unable to stop. His sword was no longer under his control, and his hands moved against his will. Only now did he remember that when Bao Ling's mother passed on this set of swords called the Demon Sword, she had repeatedly warned him that he should never use the Demon Sword unless absolutely necessary. The Demon Sword was not bloodthirsty, but once it did, it became more and more frenzied, and the more frenzied it became, the more bloodthirsty it became. It would never stop until it drank the last drop of blood! With her current skill, it was already difficult for her to control the Demon Sword. There was probably only one person in the whole world who could wield the Demon Sword with ease, and that was her great-grandmother, Wuse.

When Xiao Chong received the cleaver, he hadn't intended to use the demonic blade. However, his heart was filled with fire, resentment, anger, and hatred—precisely what the demonic blade needed for its demonic power. Thus, the demonic blade was born.

The moment Xiao Chong drew his blade, he unleashed a familiar yet untouchable technique: a terrifying slaughter beyond description! Just as Xiao Chong was hacking away wildly, a gust of wind attacked from behind—a cleaver as fast as lightning. Startled, he couldn't parry in time and could only lunge forward, landing heavily on the ground. Though he dodged quickly, it only saved his life; he couldn't prevent the cleaver from slicing a large gash into his blade.

"Roar!" Xiao Chong roared in fury, like a wild beast. The cleaver flew from his hand, and the demonic blade's killing move, "Whirling Frenzy Slash," was unleashed. The cleaver, imbued with his powerful inner energy, spun like lightning towards his attacker, the treacherous Hong Er.

Upon receiving the million-dollar cash check from Fang Xinzhong, Hong Er immediately began investigating Xiao Chong. While he couldn't find out Xiao Chong was the leader of the Longxing gang, he discovered he had been a special forces soldier and was known as the "Iron-Willed Killer." He knew this man was no ordinary person; capturing him alive might be impossible, but killing him was a possibility. Although the Scorpion Gang wasn't a large force, it was renowned for assassinations. Killing a once-famous special forces soldier would be a challenge for both them. Therefore, he directly told Fang Xinzhong that capturing him alive wasn't very certain, but killing him was 80% possible, and the price had to be doubled.

Fang Xinzhong was just a businessman; he only wanted to use the Scorpion Gang to force Xiao Chong to sell him half a roast goose leg and didn't want to kill anyone. Hearing Hong Er's words, he was about to take back the check and cancel his plan when Hong Er objected. He wasn't about to give up a piece of meat that was already in his mouth, nor was he going to return the money he had already received! However, the two were old friends and had done this kind of dirty business before, so they didn't want to ruin their relationship. They made another deal: one million for capture alive, one million for killing. So, as soon as Xiao Chong appeared in the warehouse, Hong Er immediately tried to kill him, not to kill him outright, but to severely injure him and capture him alive. However, he didn't expect that his carefully orchestrated and seemingly hopeless attack would only slightly wound Xiao Chong. Seeing Xiao Chong frantically throwing needles and slashing with his knife, Hong Er, though not afraid, couldn't help but panic. But then he saw the madness in Xiao Chong's eyes and realized he was blinded by rage and had lost his mind. So he quickly calmed himself and suddenly struck from behind, intending to kill him instantly and eliminate any future threat.

Hong Er couldn't help but feel smug after successfully taking the knife. What an iron-clad, fierce soldier! He really thought he was some kind of invulnerable robot? Turns out, he was nothing more than that. Defeating the Iron-Blooded Soldier was his most fervent desire; he absolutely could not tolerate anyone among his peers surpassing him! He had long heard of the Iron-Blooded Soldier's reputation, but had never had the chance to meet him. Now that such an opportunity had presented itself, how could he miss it? Defeating and killing him would not only bring him fame and fortune, but also elevate the Scorpion Society to a higher level, placing it alongside the Snake Hall and the Central Harmony Hall.

"The Iron-Blooded Soldier is just a mortal!" Hong Er thought. "From today onward, I, Hong Er, can announce to the whole world that I have dealt with the Iron-Blooded Soldier. I, an illiterate man who has never attended school, am a thousand times stronger than the special forces heroes you all admire!" Hong Er was still immersed in the joy of his successful ambush, unaware that the expressions on his men's faces had changed from cheers to surprise, and finally even terror.

He noticed this detail, but by the time he turned around, it was too late, far too late! Because the large cleaver had already flown to his neck, he didn't even have time to scream before his carotid artery, trachea, and esophagus were severed.

"Sizzle~~~Gurgle~~~" Hong Er's scream was only a muffled, hoarse sound, and then he fell to the ground, like a chicken with its neck cut off. His body twitched a few times before he became still.

"Hahahaha~~~~~" Xiao Chong was splattered with blood from Hong Er's gushing wounds, his face and body covered in blood. Combined with the unhealed knife wound on his back, he looked like a terrifying blood-soaked figure. Looking at the fallen Hong Er, he couldn't help but laugh wildly. This was the first time he had killed someone with his own hands, the first villain he had ever killed. He felt no guilt or unease, only immense pleasure! His face and head covered in blood, the long, conspicuous knife scar, his maniacal laugh, and his stamping and chest-pounding movements made him incredibly ferocious and terrifying. His four women had already fainted from fright, and the remaining thugs were terrified by his frenzied slaughter. This scene only intensified their fear, and they all collapsed to their knees.

Xiao Chong, having had his fill of madness and exhausted from laughing, sat down beside the iron cage, lost in a daze.

The kneeling thugs didn't dare to take his life at this moment. Their courage had long since been shattered by him. They were completely devoid of desire; the only desire they could muster was to escape, to escape far away, never to see this devil again, this butcher who treated human life like dirt.

Chapter 46 of the Forced Invasion:

When Shuangxi and He Yu entered, they thought they had entered the wrong place. This wasn't the human world; it was clearly a living hell! Who in the Scorpion Society wouldn't provoke this fiend? Why did they have to be so blind as to provoke this evil star? Wasn't that just asking for trouble? Please remember,

"Damn, Senior Brother is really ruthless! He doesn't act unless he's absolutely ruthless!" Shuangxi exclaimed, looking at the chaotic warehouse.

"Shuangxi, I'll leave the cleanup here to you. We'll talk about other things when Xiao Chong wakes up. I'll take him to the hospital first!" He Yu said hastily as he watched his two subordinates lift Xiao Chong onto a stretcher before leaving.

"Why am I always the one cleaning up after everyone? What did I do wrong?" Shuangxi's mournful song echoed lonely in the empty warehouse.

When Xiao Chong woke up, he found himself lying weakly on a hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages. But the bed wasn't from Longxin Clinic; it was a hospital bed. His first thought was that these women didn't know how to cherish his money. This minor injury could have been treated at his own clinic; why did he have to stay in the hospital?

Xiao Chong looked up and saw He Yu anxiously watching him, looking haggard.

"You're awake? How are you feeling?" He Yu asked with concern.

"It's such a happy thing to wake up and see you!" Xiao Chong said with deep emotion. He wanted to reach out and stroke He Yu's face, but found his hands weak and powerless. He Yu quickly and considerately rested her face in his hands.

"You don't need to move me with all this. Just scold me less, and I'll be satisfied!" He Yu gently touched his palm with her lips, feeling its warmth. " I

'm sorry~~~"

"There's no need for that between us. I'm just being a jerk, I'm used to being scolded. You haven't said a word to me for three days, and I actually feel uneasy!"

"What? I've been lying here for three days? Did Hua Di and the others come?"

"Your henchmen, right? They came the day before yesterday. They were just here, but they went to the cafeteria for lunch!"

"Oh, then call Shuangxi for me!" "

No need, Shuangxi and Hua Di are together. They'll be back after they finish eating. What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout for you!"

"I don't want to eat anything right now. Where are they?"

"Who?" "Nami and the others!" "Oh, they just went back this morning. They went back as soon as I came to take over! " "

Are they alright?" " They 're fine. Out of so many people, you're the only one who's hurt!" "I'm actually fine too, just a little bleeding. No need to go to the hospital and pay for other people's things. We can handle it ourselves!" "That's what I said, but I was still worried, so I took it upon myself to bring you to the hospital. Don't worry, I'll pay for the hospital fees, okay?" "It's all the same who pays, and your money is my money too, I still feel the pinch." "You only care about money, you don't care about me!" "Okay, okay, come on, let me pamper you!" As the two were flirting, the door was pushed open, and Hua Di, Shuang Xi, Wu La, Xiao Pang, Sha Da Ge, Qian Er, and Yang San and Zhu Zi filed into the ward. "Oh dear, it seems we came back at the wrong time!" Shuang Xi covered her eyes, reminding everyone that this was not a scene suitable for children. "How has Grandpa been?" Hua Di asked with concern. "I've always been fine, but I just had to embarrass myself when you all came. Sigh! I don't know if it was because you came at the wrong time, or because I got injured at the wrong time." Xiao Chong said helplessly. "Grandpa is blessed by heaven, good people are always protected by heaven!" Hua Di said. "Huh, when did the Longxing Society get such a beauty?" Xiao Chong only noticed Qian'er at this moment, and his eyes lit up, practically glowing with lust. "Grandpa, hello!" Qian'er replied sweetly. "Grandpa, this...this, this is my woman!" Hua Di explained nervously upon seeing this. This guy was notorious for his ruthlessness in destroying women, and he had to quickly tell his brother that he couldn't mess with his wife. "Oh, I see!" Everyone could hear the disappointment in Xiao Chong's tone. After a pause, he continued, "It's rare to have all the elders of the Longxing Society here, so let's have a meeting!" "Then I'll go out for a bit!" He Yu, knowing her place, quickly excused herself. "No need, anyway, the meeting is related to you. I forgot to introduce you all, this is He Yu, the leader of the Guangcheng Snake Hall, my fourth wife!" Xiao Chong stopped her and introduced her to everyone. "Hello, Sister Yu!" Everyone quickly greeted He Yu. Actually, everyone had become familiar with each other over the past two days, but Xiao Chong was unaware of it. "Hehe, it seems you all already know each other. I seem to have been redundant!" Xiao Chong was very self-aware. "Come on, you seem afraid people won't know you have three wives and four concubines! Aren't you afraid your brothers will laugh at you?" He Yu scolded playfully. "Ahem, since everyone already knows each other, and there are no outsiders here, let's have a regular meeting. These past years, you've fought battles all over the country, it hasn't been easy for you. As the leader , I haven't done much, I'm really ashamed!" Xiao Chong started by self-criticizing. "Grandpa, don't say that. The Longxing Society is thriving because of you, and it's because of your wise leadership that the brothers are working so hard!" Xiao Pang quickly flattered him. "Hehe, Xiao Pang is good, you've made Huicheng quite successful, but you should expand into Shenzhen!" Xiao Chong said. "Grandpa is right, I already have a complete plan, and I'm preparing to implement it soon!" Xiao Pang said. "Alright, everyone, remember to seek development on a stable foundation and strive for new heights. I've summoned you here for two reasons. First, your Sister Yu wants to see you. Second, it's about Guangcheng. The Henan Gang and Zhonghe Hall in Guangcheng are now under Shuangxi's control, and your Sister Yu has given our Longxing Society a generous gift: the Snake Hall. The Snake Hall is undoubtedly a major gang in Guangcheng. With its addition, our Longxing Society will be at its zenith. My idea is to merge the three gangs into the Longxing Society. Of course, this can't be rushed; there needs to be a period of adjustment!"

Thirdly, the accounts need to be finalized. Every three months, you must submit an account to Qi Feier of Chongshi Pharmaceutical in Yuancheng. This money is difficult to launder, and I hope that these illegal gains can be transformed into everyone's legitimate income. So please understand my good intentions. I may have a big move soon. If things go smoothly, the headquarters of the Longxing Society will be established in Guangcheng, and laundering this black money will be no problem at all.

Finally, it's also because I miss you all and want us to get together. I originally planned to give you a good welcome and treat you well, but it seems that's not possible now. This glorious and sacred task can only be entrusted to Shuangxi! Does anyone have any objections?" Xiao Chong asked after rambling on for a while.

"No!" everyone said in unison.

"Well, there's one more thing, about my injury this time. Shuangxi!" Xiao Chong suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Shuangxi knew that another task had been assigned.

"This time I don't want to play a cameo role. I want to play the lead role. Playing the fool is not something a human being can do!" "Xiao Chong said angrily.

"Senior brother, I remember you said a long time ago that pretending to be cool won't work! Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you! You're already very popular, and with my help, you'll definitely become incredibly famous!" Shuangxi said with a smile.

"..."

He Yu kept her word, so she wasn't fat, but rather very slender. After meeting Hua Di and the others, she had Xiao Chong give her puppet husband a sum of money in her name. Anyway, as long as he left Guangcheng, whether he went to the countryside to farm, went abroad to live in seclusion, or opened a brothel, it didn't matter. Then, at Xiao Chong's suggestion, she helped Shuangxi rise to power.

Shuangxi was the most popular member in this issue of the gang's new recruits' report. His rapid rise to fame was comparable to that of Edison Chen in the sex scandal. The gangsters in Guangcheng couldn't help but talk about him during their leisure time.

Chapter 47 of the Strong Invasion:

"Mong Kok Restaurant" is the largest in Guangcheng The restaurant was a melting pot of all sorts of people, a chaotic mix like a pot of mixed congee. Even Fang Xinzhong, known for his shrewdness, sometimes couldn't distinguish between sesame seeds, mung beans, soybeans, lentils, green beans, red beans, peas, or love beans. He only knew that it had become the hub of all information, and the latest and fastest news from Guangcheng always spread from here first. So he liked to hang out here whenever he had free time, because he could not only find out a lot of gossip here, but also discover many business opportunities that others could not. The reason he knew that roast goose with half a roast goose leg was delicious was also because he learned it from the diners.

"Hey, who do you think is the hottest guy in Guangcheng this season?" asked a diner nicknamed "Twice-Cooked Pork.

" "It's definitely Shuangxi, the leader of Zhonghe Hall! He's incredibly famous this season. In such a short time, he's controlled the three most powerful gangs in Guangcheng. Zhonghe Hall has grown from thirteen to thirty-six. There are probably very few places in Guangcheng that aren't under the jurisdiction of the thirty-six!" said Niupicai. "

That's true, but I heard someone else is also quite famous!" said Twice-Cooked Pork.

"Which one? You mean the mysterious figure who single-handedly took down 180 or 190 skilled fighters from Tianxie Hall and killed Hong Er?" asked Niupicai.

"Yes, I heard that battle was incredibly brutal. That mysterious man was as cruel as a butcher, killing anyone he saw. He killed over 130 thugs, and the rest all begged for mercy before he stopped. You can imagine how monstrous that guy is! Compared to him, those so-called 'Rainy Night Butchers' and 'Guangcheng's King of Prostitutes' are nothing!"

"That's really weird. But I wonder who this guy is?"

"Rumor has it he's a doctor."

"No way, people say he's a special forces soldier!"

"..."

Others might not know who this mysterious person is, but Fang Xinzong couldn't be unaware. Hong Er promised to give him news the next day, but a week had passed, and Hong Er hadn't sent a word. If it weren't for these rumors, he wouldn't have known that Hong Er was dead, and that Ouyang Chong was such a weirdo. He regretted provoking such a ruthless person. He knew this time he wouldn't have a good ending. Not only had he lost a million for no reason, but he also had to face unknown consequences, which was what he was most worried about.

Now, he finally understood what Xiao Chong meant when he told him not to waste his energy.

Fang Xinzong helplessly strolled back to his office to drink alone, but then a series of ringing phone calls made even the purest 1982 Great Wall dry red wine tasteless!

"Hello, General Manager, this is the manager of all X-Flavor Chicken branches in Yuancheng. Tonight, all seventeen of our branches in Yuancheng were vandalized, with direct losses estimated at 1.48 million yuan. The police have launched an investigation, but so far there are no leads. However, judging from the professional way those people smashed things, I suspect they are a gang of thugs!"

"General Manager? This is Xiao Li, the manager of all X-Flavor Chicken branches in Xincheng. All nine of our branches here were just vandalized!"

"General Manager, this is Huicheng. Our only X-Flavor Chicken branch here was completely ransacked and looted. Even the tables, chairs, refrigerators, TVs, bowls, and chopsticks were stolen. Nothing was left."

"Hello, is this the head office? This is X-Flavor Chicken from Jiang Province..."

"Ring~~~~~~" Landlines, pagers, and cell phones rang incessantly. Fang Xinzhong frantically answered one call after another, all bringing bad news: nearly a thousand X-Flavor Chicken branches across the country had been vandalized or looted, all without a trace or clue. Several branch managers had even suffered serious injuries.

Fang Xinzhong understood that this was revenge, Xiao Chong's revenge, a vengeful act that left him speechless and unable to voice his grievances. He had truly lost everything this time.

He regretted not having truly understood Xiao Chong; he had only thought Xiao Chong was someone with a little money and some capital. He was just a barefoot doctor dealing with the situation, but he never expected the other party to be so cunning, their reach extending far beyond his own.

Fang Xinzhong was busy until late at night before finally resolving the immediate problem, but it would probably take two or three months to completely deal with the aftermath of this series of acts of sabotage!

That night, Fang Xinzhong roughly calculated the costs. Based on the reports from various districts, the direct losses were already over ten million, and the subsequent renovation costs, losses during the renovation period, and the resulting impacts, such as rent, utilities, sanitation management, industrial and commercial taxes, national and local taxes, workers' wages, etc., would all add up to a figure of over ten million. Only ten percent remain on top of that.

Nearly a hundred million? What a huge loss!

Fang Xinzong wanted to call the police, but would it even be useful? Even if the police were incredibly powerful and caught these vandals, after a series of tracking, arrests, interrogations, prosecutions, sentencing, and finally receiving compensation, how long would that take? Could he, a businessman, afford all that manpower, resources, and energy? Besides, the saying that the police could stop pigs from flying has been around for a long time; he didn't just start believing it today.

Fang Xinzong dared not call the police. Overnight, thousands of branches were smashed to pieces. What a powerful evil force! Just for each store... If there were only one perpetrator, a thousand people spitting at him would be enough to overwhelm him. Frankly, he didn't dare take the risk. He feared that a mishap would leave him with nothing but ruin, losing both his money and his life.

He understood this was merely a warning, a small warning, and what followed depended entirely on his actions! Losing a hundred million pained him, but he feared even greater losses to come.

The next morning, instead of rushing to various provinces and cities to handle the aftermath of the X-Flavor Chicken incident, he focused on preventing further losses. Only by sealing the hole could the wolves stop lurking.

Fang Xinzong was a shrewd businessman, but this time he made a deal that resulted in a complete loss, something that had never happened in his nearly twenty years in the business world. Now he finally understood what it meant to be caught off guard! But just when he was about to repent and pull back from the brink, he inexplicably made a fatal mistake, because when he invited Xiao Chong to a private room at the Mong Kok Restaurant, he also invited Hong Da, the leader of the Scorpion Society, to accompany him.

"Brother, please take a seat, take a seat!" Fang Xinzong led Xiao Chong into the private room and quickly made him sit in the head seat.

"Hehe, Mr. Fang, no need to be so polite, we're old acquaintances! This gentleman is quite unfamiliar, isn't he?" Xiao Chong sat down in the head seat without hesitation, and then asked Hong Da, who had been sitting silently beside him, with a calm and old-fashioned air.

"This is Hong Da, the leader of the Scorpion Society! Brother Hong, this is Ouyang Chong, the owner of Half a Roast Goose Leg and a doctor at Longxin Clinic!" Fang Xinzong quickly introduced the two.

Upon hearing this, both men's faces darkened instantly. They simultaneously sized each other up, their eyes meeting in a silent, unseen exchange of glare.

Xiao Chong stared at the bald, burly man with an imposing presence and an air of dominance. This was the leader of the Scorpion Society? Hong Er's boss? Didn't he realize disaster was imminent and murder was about to befall him? He was hastily packing his belongings and fleeing with his family—truly courting death! Fang Xinzhong was incredibly stupid! To be honest, he dragged this guy along as company. Didn't his supposedly largest restaurant in Guangzhou have any hostesses?

Hong Er was dead, and Hong Da knew that Fang Xinzhong was involved in Hong Er's death! Of course, he also knew that this young man with the glaring scar on his face and sharp eyes, radiating an extraordinary aura, was responsible for Hong Er's demise. But he had no intention of avenging Hong Er—not even a little!

Hong Er's deal with Fang Xinzhong took place right under Hong Da's nose. Hong Er didn't report it to Hong Da, and naturally, the accounts weren't turned over to the authorities. In fact, this wasn't an isolated incident.

Originally, Hong Er was just a minor figure, not really called Hong Er. It was because he was cunning, ruthless, and capable enough to make significant contributions to the Scorpion Society that he gained Hong Da's favor and was promoted to Hong Er. Thus, Hong Er became the second-in-command of the Scorpion Society. However, with power, money, and status, Hong Er gradually became arrogant and eventually stopped respecting Hong Da completely. Hong Er's overbearing behavior put Hong Da under pressure, causing him great anxiety and sleepless nights.

Hong Da never expected that this dog, once on the table, would not only completely disregard him as its master but also dare to act arrogantly and domineeringly. He was furious and ready to eliminate this former capable helper who was now a major threat. However, Xiao Chong came to his rescue, saving him a lot of trouble. So when Fang Xinzhong invited Xiao Chong to accompany him, he readily agreed. Besides wanting to see the young hero, he also wanted to build a relationship with him, as his intelligence network told him that this man had intricate connections with Shuangxi, the current leader of Zhonghe Hall. He didn't want to be enemies with Zhonghe Hall, which was now the most powerful gang in Guangcheng; in fact, he was interested in forming an alliance. Therefore, he came, not to burden Hong Er, who was already a burden to his neighbors, for his own safety, and for the sake of good relations between the two gangs!

Chapter 48 of the Forced Invasion: You Almost Died

"Hehe, so it's Boss Hong from the Scorpion Society! Nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you!" Xiao Chong cursed in various ways, secretly reaching for his life force, his five fingers moving in unison, ready to send a message!

"Brother, you're too kind. Hong Er is disrespectful and has committed treason. Thank you for cleaning up my ranks!" Hong Da succinctly stated his position. Please remember

"Oh?" Xiao Chong stopped his wildly waving fingers and looked at Hong Da with confusion.

Seeing this, Hong Da quickly explained: "Brother, since I'm here tonight, I didn't intend to treat you like an outsider. To tell you the truth, this dog of a lackey, Hong Er, not only didn't appreciate my appreciation, but also plotted to usurp the throne. I've wanted to get rid of this major threat for a long time!"

"Hong Da, Hong Da, do you know that just these few words of yours have saved your life!" Seeing Hong Da's sincerity, Xiao Chong no longer hid anything.

"Ah?" Hong Da and Fang Xinzhong exclaimed simultaneously, Hong Da's face turning ashen.

"See for yourself!" Xiao Chong said, tossing the phone hidden under the table in front of Hong Da.

Hong Da immediately picked up the phone, and upon closer inspection, he broke out in a cold sweat, his face turning deathly pale. The message on the phone read: Sniper on standby, Mong Kok Restaurant entrance, Target: Scorpion Society Hong Da. Requirement: Kill on sight—the words "no questions asked" were clearly not yet typed.

"If you wait until you leave this room to say that, you'll probably never have the chance!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but feel worried for Hong Da. Shuangxi's sniper rifle had a 0.01% chance of missing, unless he deliberately let it go, like Lan Yan did!

"..." Hong Da's face was ashen, and his hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably. He truly hadn't expected that his appearance tonight would almost cost him his life, and even less that a few heartfelt words would save him. This brush with death was so brief and so dramatic. But no matter what, he was alive, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for his wise decision. Please remember,

"Brother Xiao Chong, you smoke? Oh, you don't smoke? You drink, drink! I'm sorry, I've offended you. Please be merciful and let me go!" Fang Xinzhong was sitting very close to Hong Da and naturally caught a glimpse of the brief but deadly message. He felt nothing but regret. How dare he provoke such a ruthless person? He must have been asking for trouble!

"Boss Fang, put your business aside for now. I need to talk to Boss Hong about something!" Xiao Chong waved to Fang Xinzhong, signaling him to step aside, his gesture like a traffic cop addressing a senior driver. He disliked people using their seniority to their advantage, and even more so, he disliked people acting like older brothers.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go to the kitchen to give some instructions!" Fang Xinzhong quickly and tactfully excused himself.

"Then you should also reflect on what you just said!" Xiao Chong added as Fang Xinzhong was about to leave.

Fang Xinzhong was taken aback, then nodded and went out, closing the door behind him. After confirming that he wouldn't and wouldn't dare to eavesdrop outside, Xiao Chong said to Hong Da, "Hong Da, I was initially surprised by your visit tonight, but now I realize you're very wise, you can be considered a talent!"

"Why?" Although Hong Da somewhat understood Xiao Chong's meaning, he still couldn't help but ask.

"Heh, since you've opened your heart, I'm not afraid to open mine too. Even if you hadn't come tonight, I would have come looking for you! But when I did, it wouldn't be like this, drinking tea and having a heart-to-heart talk. There's only one possibility: either you die or I die!" Xiao Chong laughed easily, but his words concealed a deadly intent.

"..." Hong Da felt hot despite the cool evening breeze, because his forehead was sweating again, but it was all cold sweat.

Seeing this, Xiao Chong threw a pack of tissues in front of him and continued, "Don't be nervous, it's all over now. Your words just now saved your life, but whether your Scorpion Society can be saved depends on what you do next!"

"You, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Hong Da picked up the tissues, tore them open, pulled out most of them, and wiped his face. His trembling movements revealed his inner unease!

"Two choices: one, disband the Scorpion Society immediately! two, lead the Scorpion Society into the Zhonghe Hall and become its thirty-seventh leader!" Xiao Chong's choice only had two options, which was indeed a bit too few for Hong Da.

"Are there any other options?" Hong Da asked.

"Yes, there's a third. You can choose neither of the first two, but in that case, you'll lose everything and won't even have a complete corpse!" Xiao Chong's voice was as cold as a piercing blade.

"Can I think about it?" Hong Da was sweating even more.

"Sure! Three seconds!" Xiao Chong blurted out without hesitation.

"If I choose to join Zhonghe Hall, will my territory and status change?" Hong Da asked again.

"I'm not responsible for the specifics, so I won't make any guarantees to you, but I can promise you that you will live a very respectable life, even more glamorous than you are now!" Xiao Chong spoke like a king, with supreme authority.

"You're the boss of Zhonghe Hall?"

"No!"

"Then who are you?"

"I'm the head of Longxing Society!"

"And Shuangxi?"

"He's the second-in-command!"

"Zhonghe Hall is bigger than Tianxie Society, and Longxing Society is bigger than Zhonghe Hall. Just as you said, I'm a wise man, I choose to join!"

Xiao Chong couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, then pointed to the phone in Hong Da's hand. Hong Da quickly and respectfully handed over the phone. After taking the phone, Xiao Chong dialed a familiar number, said a few words briefly, and then hung up, saying to Hong Da, "You can go out now. Wait a few minutes at the gate. Hehe, don't worry, what you'll get isn't a sniper, but even more comfortable wealth and glory than you have now!"

Not long after Hong Da left, Fang Xinzong came running in, obviously Hong Da had greeted him.

"Tell me, how do you want to resolve this matter?" Xiao Chong asked.

Fang Xinzong was a little confused. He should be the one asking that question; he was the victim, he had lost nearly 100 million!

"Brother Xiao Chong, you tell me!" Fang Xinzhong had gone to the kitchen when he left, but he had also gone to the toilet and reflected on his actions for three minutes. He felt that what he had just said wasn't inappropriate. If there was anything wrong with it, it was that he shouldn't have called him "brother" so often and taken advantage of him. So now he didn't dare to use the word "brother" again.

"Actually, you're quite a shrewd businessman. I can tell from how big your business is that you have to collude with the underworld. I told you not to waste your energy. You didn't listen to advice and now you're suffering the consequences. Now you know how badly you've lost, right?" Xiao Chong mocked.

"I know!" Fang Xinzhong's face turned red and white from the noise, but he didn't dare to answer.

"Hmm, you really are shrewd. I was originally going to squeeze another hundred million or so out of you, but seeing you like this, I couldn't bring myself to do it! Okay, let's just leave it at that." Xiao Chong was very satisfied with his attitude.

"Just leave it at that?" Fang Xinzhong asked in disbelief.

"You think you haven't lost enough?" Xiao Chong asked.

"No, that's enough, that's enough, absolutely enough!" Fang Xinzhong said.

"Alright then, let yesterday's events be as good as dead. Can you erase everything and shake hands with me?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" Fang Xinzhong asked cautiously. This man looked to be only in his twenties, but his actions and demeanor were like those of an old demon who had lived for thousands of years and seen through all the ways of the world. It was truly impossible to guess what he was thinking!

"Nonsense... but give me both the truth and the lie!" Xiao Chong said.

Fang Xinzhong was stunned upon hearing this, and sighed inwardly: This guy is really not an ordinary pervert! "

The

lie is, it doesn't matter, even if Sha Shao is broken, it doesn't matter how much money it costs, the most important thing is to have you as a friend. Losing a little money for a great friendship is worth it, too costly! What is money? Money is a damn bastard, money is dirt, you can't take it with you when you die..." Fang Xinzhong told a lie as Xiao Chong asked.

"Stop! What about the truth?" The lie really disgusted Xiao Chong!

"The truth is the honest truth, the honest truth is what's in my heart. Honestly, I can't, absolutely can't, erase it. Do you know how many of my branches you smashed last night? Nearly a thousand. Your underlings aren't tired of smashing stores, but my managers and accountants are exhausted from calculating. Damn it, just the direct losses alone... you're only calculating 10,000 per store? Just 10,000? Really? Damn it, do you know how much it costs to renovate a store? It's absolutely no less than 100,000. Just a quick calculation shows it's tens of millions! And that's just the direct losses. What about the indirect losses? They're impossible to quantify. Tell me, if it were you, could you so easily erase it..." Fang Xinzhong became more and more candid as he spoke, and the more candid he became, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the more intense his words became. But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it and weakly added, "The truth really isn't pleasant to hear, don't be angry!" He was really afraid that this little devil in front of him would get angry and cause him another round of such destructive destruction. He really wanted to die!

"I'm not angry. I think I really went a bit too far this time!" Xiao Chong was also a little embarrassed. This job was thankless and exhausting for him. Sending his underlings to cause trouble added up to a considerable expense, including transportation, communication, late-night snacks, and other miscellaneous costs. Of course, this expense was just a drop in the ocean compared to Fang Xinzhong's losses. Thinking of this, Xiao Chong couldn't help but scold Fang Xinzhong again: "What kind of mess did you make? I told you not to waste your energy, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened! More than ten million yuan has gone down the drain. I feel sorry for you even if you don't care. If you had just given me that ten million yuan, or donated it to Wenchuan, how many orphans, widows, and broken families would have been grateful to you for life? Now look what happened, the money is gone, and you're left feeling like a pig looking in a mirror, pleasing neither side!"

"Damn it, that's not just ten million, it's hundreds of millions!" Fang Xinzhong shouted in his heart, but could only sigh and say, "Alas, if only I had known there would be beggars!"

"Alright, since it can't be erased, then let's not try to erase it. I'll give you another business deal to try and see if we can make up for this loss!" Xiao Chong suggested.

"Business? What business? You agree to sell me half a roast goose leg?" Fang Xinzhong's eyes lit up immediately when he heard there was a business deal. He really was a professional businessman!

"Sell it to you? Don't even think about it! But we can cooperate on this half-roasted goose leg!" Xiao Chong suggested.

"Cooperate? How?" Fang Xinzhong asked.

"It's simple. Based on your previous idea, turn this half-roasted goose leg into a brand like your X-flavor chicken. You provide the capital and handle the operations, I provide the technology and qualifications, and we split the profits 30/70, you get 30%, I get 70%!" Xiao Chong suggested.

"This, this is a good idea. Chickens, ducks, and geese are all part of the same family. I've long felt that this roasted goose has potential, but isn't your profit split too unfair? I provide the capital, and I only get 30%. Is there such a heartless partner as you? At least we should split it, I get 60%, you get 40%!" Fang Xinzhong was indeed a businessman; when it came to doing business, he was even more shrewd than a devil.

"Fifty-fifty, take it or leave it!" Xiao Chong threw out his bottom line. He never intended to take advantage of Fang Xinzhong. The reason he set such a high price was naturally due to his understanding of businessmen. No matter what price he offered, the shrewd Fang Xinzhong would definitely bargain. If he started with fifty-fifty, Fang Xinzhong would definitely ask for seventy-three. If he insisted on fifty-fifty, Fang Xinzhong could only lower the price to a certain extent. If Xiao Chong insisted on fifty-fifty, it would be unreasonable. Since they were going to cooperate, they should be courteous to maintain unity. So Xiao Chong started with seventy-three, and Fang Xinzhong could only respond with fourty-six at most. If Xiao Chong agreed to fifty-fifty, it would be reasonable and heartfelt. If Fang Xinzhong insisted, it would be like what Hong Da said about Hong Er: not knowing how to be pleasing!

"Okay, deal!" Fang Xinzhong realized that he had fallen into Xiao Chong's trap, but it was too late. It was too late to reverse the situation, and he could only agree readily.

"Then get the contract ready, and we'll finalize this in a couple of days."

"Okay, so what's next?"

"Dinner! I'm starving, why isn't anyone serving the food?"

"Right, right, I completely forgot about something so important! Guihua, bring the pickled cabbage!"

"Pickled cabbage?" Xiao Chong frowned, thinking, "A bit stingy, isn't it?"

"Stir-fried pickled cabbage with pork intestines, Zhu Yuanzhang's favorite!"

"..."

Having settled all the big and small matters in Guangcheng, Xiao Chong felt like he'd just swum a hundred kilometers across an armed river. He felt no sense of accomplishment, only exhaustion. He felt his abilities shouldn't be wasted on these backstabbing and scheming affairs; he should dedicate more of his energy to the operating table. He didn't want to become a notorious gangster; he only wanted to be a renowned and respected doctor. So he called Shuangxi again, reiterating that he would no longer concern himself with the Longxing Society's mess.

Shuangxi felt wronged. Actually, ever since he first said those words, Shuangxi hadn't dared to bother him. It was Xiao Chong's own irresistible desire to perform, his inherent roguishness, that led him to first ask for minor roles, then cameo appearances, and finally, a rather inappropriate leading role.

This time, Xiao Chong was serious. He genuinely wanted to escape the cutthroat, life-or-death world of the underworld and return to the sacred and inviolable profession of saving lives. Yes, he had made up his mind!

Friday was a beautiful, sunny day with not a cloud in sight… perfect for dates, outdoor activities, swimming, anything but sitting in the office doing pointless, unproductive work.

The rabbits arrived, just as Xiao Chong had taken a sip of Nami's smooth, delicious green tea—and there was one—a jade rabbit!

"Wow, beautiful women." It's true what they say, "One is influenced by one's company." Wu Yueyang hadn't spent much time with Xiao Chong, but he'd already picked up most of Xiao Chong's mannerisms. He even seemed to be surpassing his master. At that moment, Wu Yueyang's eyes gleamed—a green light—as he stared intently at the two young women who entered through the door. This gleam was far more refined than Xiao Chong's. Had he really learned it recently? It didn't seem likely; such a refined skill couldn't be achieved without decades of immersion.

Wu Yueyang was indeed nothing special. Aside from picking up girls and performing surgery, his other skills were even inferior to Zhang Zhijie's. Zhang Zhijie, for example, had been a special forces soldier and was now the deputy director of the drug administration bureau, while Wu Yueyang was nothing. Besides a diploma, he didn't even have an assistant physician qualification. That night, when Ye Yiyu and the others had their accident at D Hall, he was completely unaware. When they were kidnapped by Hong Er, he was in the cramped bathroom of D Hall with a woman he had taken advantage of and who was now incredibly aroused by him, violently shaking themselves—not their heads, but their naked buttocks pressed together. He only learned of the seriousness of the situation when he returned to Longxin Clinic the next day after his night of debauchery. But by then, he could do nothing but offer hindsight advice.

After Xiao Chong was discharged from the hospital and returned to Longxin Clinic, he was told to learn from him and get a medical license, but Wu Yueyang scoffed, "Why should I learn from you? Who do you think you are?" "You only have a few more worthless certificates than me, what's so great about that? I was the head surgeon at Renjitang, I could handle an entire operation with ease! I may lack qualifications, but my experience is definitely on par with a chief physician. You're just an attending physician, what right do you have to talk back to me?"

Xiao Chong was nearly driven mad by his sharp retort, thinking: "This ungrateful bastard hasn't learned his lesson yet. I'll show him what I'm capable of, so he'll know I only like meat, not vegetables." However, Xiao Chong didn't show much agitation. Instead, he lightly patted Wu Yueyang's shoulder and said, "Hmm, it seems I was being presumptuous. Fine, I'll leave you alone, you can stay put!"

Wu Yueyang was indeed very obedient, staying put for a whole day and night without moving! The women were all puzzled. This guy, who had been chattering and fawning over Xiao Chong these past few days, suddenly became as quiet as a mouse before a cat. When the women glanced at his shoulder, they gasped in shock, realizing that his shoulder was pierced by Xiao Chong's unique hidden weapon—silver needles. Not just one, but a cluster, at least thirty or fifty.

Xiao Chong had many ways to torture people, and this was certainly not the only one, but that's a story for later! Now, let's return to the two beauties.

Guangcheng is a place teeming with hidden talents, and beautiful women are everywhere.

"The beauties of Guangcheng can't be counted one by one, but in groups, like the colorful fish in the deep sea," Zhang Zhijie's words echoed in Xiao Chong's ears during their outing that day. And sure enough, two of them were beauties at random.

They were indeed two beauties, even deserving of the description "more beautiful than Diao Chan." No wonder Wu Yueyang stared at them, completely mesmerized.

The two women looked remarkably alike, both with round faces, long eyelashes, delicate noses, cherry-like lips, flowing long hair, and stunning figures—curves in all the right places. Their snow-white faces were free of any makeup, their skin so fair and delicate it seemed to drip with moisture.

The only difference was their attire. The slightly taller woman wore a pale pink tank top made from what could be described as half a foot of fabric, revealing a large expanse of her white breasts and navel. She paired it with low-waisted denim shorts, exposing her two full, white legs. Any man looking at her would inevitably get a nosebleed; thankfully, it was just shorts, not a skirt, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. If there were more girls dressed like this and so beautiful, the crime rate in Guangcheng would surely rise steadily. What man could resist such temptation?

The slightly shorter woman, on the other hand, wore a perfectly tailored business suit that accentuated her elegant demeanor. If the first beauty was youthful and lively, then the other was strikingly beautiful yet composed.

"Oh! Good heavens! Is this some kind of murder plot?" Wu Yueyang drooled, his eyes following the two beauties. Suddenly, he thought the two beauties even smiled at him, almost making his soul leave his body. "Hey, you two idiots, what are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before? Your clinic's nurses and doctors don't seem any less attractive than ours!" A scantily clad and sexy girl said, looking at the two lecherous doctors who were practically drooling.

" ..." The two doctors didn't react; they hadn't heard a word she said because their attention was entirely on her half-naked, bulging breasts that looked like they were about to burst out of her clothes. Seeing this, Nami quickly came over to help the two women out, holding the medical record book in front of them, saying, "Hey, wake up! Don't embarrass yourselves!" "Oh, oh!!" The two men, blocked by Nami's book and scolded, finally snapped out of their daze. “Sister, I think we should hurry up and get our brother to the hospital. Don’t waste time here. Look at these quacks, they’re just quacks.” The scantily clad girl seemed utterly disdainful of the two rogue doctors. Xiao Chong then noticed a middle-aged man standing behind them, clutching his throat, looking very uncomfortable. “Huh? You know we’re quacks before you even treat him? Do you have some kind of precognitive ability? Has your master arrived?” Xiao Chong said to the scantily clad girl. “My master?” The scantily clad girl couldn’t help but ask. Where did she get a master? “That famous fortune teller on the street. Your precognitive ability is so high, you must have received her personal instruction!” Xiao Chong assumed matter-of-factly. “You… Sister, let’s go!” The girl, not missing the sarcasm in Xiao Chong’s words, grabbed her father’s hand and started to walk out. “Wait!” Xiao Chong quickly stepped in front of them. “What do you want?” The girl seemed unfazed by Xiao Chong, standing tall like a man, almost kissing him. This action didn't scare her; instead, it startled Xiao Chong, who was always brazen with lust. This woman was too arrogant.

"No, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to ask where your father is feeling unwell. Please tell me the details, maybe I, whom you consider a quack, can cure him." Xiao Chong lost the argument from the start, and his tone softened naturally, like he'd eaten soft glutinous rice. He wasn't talking to the sexy girl, but to the girl in the business suit.

"No need, we don't have time to waste with you!" The girl glared at him and refused outright.

(Wow, a thorny fire rose, I love it!) Whose thoughts? Whose?

"Sister, don't be like that. Grandma Yun said the doctors here are very skilled. Besides, it's several stops to the hospital, and you have to queue and register, it's so troublesome. Why don't you let them try?" The younger sister in the business suit was much calmer and more rational than her older sister.

"Yeah, yeah, we're very skilled! You'll see once you try!" Liu Fei looked lecherous, practically drooling. This guy, he's hopeless, even at a time like this he can't resist taking advantage.

"Hmph!" The scantily clad girl made a slight snort, offering no opinion, clearly understanding that going to the hospital would be a hassle.

The younger woman in the business suit, knowing her sister's tacit approval, quickly said to Xiao Chong, "Doctor, it's like this, my father likes to eat fish, especially whole fish with many bones. He ate the fish too quickly just now, and a bone got stuck in his throat. Now it's stuck, can you think of something to help him?"

"Oh, is that so? Okay, let me see!" Wu Yueyang stepped forward immediately. This was a minor problem he could easily handle. This was an opportunity to impress the beautiful women, so he wouldn't miss it. He casually picked up a pair of sterilized forceps and approached the man.

Xiao Chong then carefully examined the middle-aged man who had come with the two women seeking medical help. He noticed the man constantly swallowing, his speech slurred, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"How old is your father?" Wu Yueyang asked, trying to make conversation.

"Fifty-five years old," the woman in the business suit replied. As Wu Yueyang spoke to her, Xiao Chong was staring at the scantily clad girl, his thieving eyes darting all over her body. The girl quickly sensed the lecherous gaze directed at her, and gritted her teeth in hatred, glaring back fiercely. Xiao Chong, not to be outdone, met her gaze head-on. Instantly, the two clashed, a silent yet incredibly intense battle. Xiao Chong's brow furrowed, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, while the girl's almond-shaped eyes snapped open, their gazes equally intense…

“Could you ask him to open his mouth so I can see?” Wu Yueyang asked, neither he nor the girl in the business suit noticing the fierce battle raging on the other side.

The man seemed to obey his daughter, opening his mouth wide with her help. Upon closer inspection, Wu Yueyang couldn't find any trace of the fishbone. Clearly, the fishbone wasn't stuck superficially in his throat, but rather deep inside, driven into the esophagus by the pressure of swallowing.

“I can't see it!” Wu Yueyang said.

“Yes, that’s why I’m so worried! I can’t see anything!” the girl in the business suit said nervously.

“It might require surgery!” Wu Yueyang said after thinking for a moment.

“Huh? Surgery? Sister, what should we do?” The girl in the business suit panicked at the mention of those two words and quickly called to her sister, who was in the middle of a heated argument. The

sexy, scantily clad girl, hearing her sister’s call, reluctantly unleashed her final, deadly move to kill Xiao Chong, and then said, “Use vinegar, how about vinegar? Use high-concentration acetic acid!” Clearly, she also knew something about medicine.

“Tch, you might as well buy a bottle of high-concentration sulfuric acid and pour it down your dad’s throat, that’ll be a sure thing!” Xiao Chong said indifferently, without any emotion or concern. Did he really not consider his patients as sustenance?

“You…” The sexy girl was so angry she was about to explode. If her sister hadn’t stopped her, Xiao Chong would have given her a good beating. “If you’re so capable, you try to cure him. Don’t just stand there talking without understanding the situation!”

“What if I could cure your father’s illness without surgery, without any instruments, without any medication, and without causing any harm? What would you say?” Xiao Chong asked.

"You're really exaggerating! Do you think I don't know anything about medicine? Let me tell you, I'm a recent graduate of Guangcheng Medical University, majoring in laboratory medicine. If you can really cure my father as you say, I'll do whatever you want. But if you can't cure him, or don't cure him as you say, you only need to agree to one request!" The girl was clearly a woman of strong character; no wonder she dressed so boldly and revealingly—it was her personality.

"What request?" Xiao Chong and Wu Yueyang asked simultaneously.

"You take off all your clothes, completely naked! Understand? Meaning not a single piece left. Then I'll have you crawl around the street on a dog leash, crawl! Understand? Meaning on all fours. Do you dare agree?" The girl's request was perverse, even more so than Xiao Chong's. Even Wu Yueyang couldn't help but admit defeat, while the women at Longxin Clinic were speechless with admiration. She was truly a heroine!

"If I really did that, would you do whatever I wanted?" Xiao Chong grinned slyly, looking completely confident. The women easily guessed his lewd thoughts and couldn't help but feel sorry for this audacious lecher, especially Wu Yueyang. The fishbone was stuck so deep that it would be extremely difficult to remove without surgical instruments, and even if it could be removed, avoiding scratching the esophagus would be no easy task. Yet Xiao Chong dared to boast that he could heal him without instruments or any drugs, and without causing any harm. This was simply wishful thinking; it was impossible without superpowers!

"That's right, I know what you're thinking. You want to sleep with me, right? No problem, as long as you can do it! If I even frown, I'm your son! Everyone here can be my witness." The girl knew this was absolutely impossible, so her tone was resolute and loud! Everyone was once again defeated by her heroic ambition.

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"Hehe, don't try to persuade him anymore, let him be. He deserves to be taught a lesson and made a fool of himself. I'll go get the digital camera ready!" Zhang Fenfang seemed to be eager to see Xiao Chong stripped naked.

"Haha, that's right, if you're too scared, don't gamble. Don't waste our precious time!" The scantily clad girl laughed like a tempting enchantress.

Xiao Chong laughed even louder, finally managing to stop, saying, "There's nothing I'm afraid to do, only things I don't want to do. Now, you should probably get ready!"

"Hehe, prepare what? A dog leash?" The girl laughed just as loudly, her laughter clear and melodious. But who would have the last laugh?

"Go wash yourself clean and get ready! Haha!" Xiao Chong said with a lewd grin.

"Pah!" The women couldn't help but spit. "

Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to get him treated or not? If not, I'm not playing along!" The scantily clad girl said impatiently, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Don't be impatient! It'll be ready soon. Brother Wu, could you go and borrow a duck from that fat guy next door?" Xiao Chong said, still smiling.

Wu Yueyang was taken aback, then asked, "A duck? What do you need a duck for? Are you going to have it stretch its beak down his throat and eat the fish bones? Great idea, really great idea, you're a genius!"

Everyone else agreed, except for the sexy girl.

Xiao Chong rolled his eyes repeatedly, saying, "What an idiot! How could my Yuexin have such an idiotic brother!"

"Isn't that how it is?" Wu Yueyang was somewhat surprised, as were everyone else, including the sexy girl.

"You'll find out soon enough. Want to see a good show? Hurry up and go." Xiao Chong urged.

"Fatty only sells pig's feet, doesn't he? He doesn't seem to buy ducks?" Wu Yueyang said.

"Duh, doesn't he have a pet duck? Go quickly, tell him you just need to borrow it, and you'll return it to him right away!" Xiao Chong said.

Hearing this, Wu Yueyang hesitated before heading off. "

I'm not available today, let's reschedule.

" "Hmph, I'm telling you, don't put on airs and act all mysterious. It's no fun if you end up naked and embarrassed in the street!" The sexy girl couldn't help but feel a little scared seeing Xiao Chong's confident demeanor.

"Huh? Are you scared?" Xiao Chong's sharp eyes immediately saw through her thoughts.

"Tch, I've never known fear before! Who's afraid of who? At most, I'll just think of it as being haunted by a ghost!" the girl comforted herself.

Wu Yueyang, eager for a good show, was indeed incredibly fast. Though he left slowly, he returned extremely quickly. Not long after, he rushed back, clutching a duck in his hand. Yes, his movements could only be described as a rush, or even a flight, because behind him followed the fat man wielding a pig-chopping knife, exuding murderous intent.

"Give me back my duck! Give me back my duck, or I'll kill you!" The fat man's angry expression was like someone whose child had been snatched away.

"Brother Fatty, don't worry, your duck will be fine. I just need to borrow it for a little while, just a little while! Trust me, I'll personally return it in a bit, absolutely intact. I swear on my life if anything goes wrong..." Xiao Chong finally managed to persuade Fatty to leave, then glared at Wu Yueyang.

"I asked him to borrow it, I really asked him, but he wouldn't budge. He wouldn't even give me a five hundred yuan deposit. I had no choice but to rob him!" Wu Yueyang said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"What kind of tricks are you playing? If you keep this up, I'm not playing with you anymore!" The sexy girl's patience was wearing thin.

"Don't worry, just wait a few more minutes, it'll be done soon!" Xiao Chong said, taking a bowl, tying the duck's feet and wings with a rope, hanging it upside down on the wall. Soon, long strands of saliva dripped from the duck's mouth, which Xiao Chong quickly caught in the bowl, filling it halfway in no time.

Xiao Chong waited a while longer, and seeing that it was about time, he picked up the bowl and went to the man's side, gesturing for him to drink it.

The man drank the duck saliva with some skepticism. After about three minutes, his throat moved, he coughed lightly twice, and then remained still.

"Dad, how are you feeling? Did you swallow the bone?" the two girls quickly asked.

The man nodded, then quickly shook his head, his expression very strange, as if he still couldn't speak.

"Do you even need to ask? It's definitely useless. Using duck saliva to cure illness? I've never heard of that before. Sister, now you believe he's a charlatan quack doctor, right? He has no skills at all, yet he tries to act like one!" the girl mocked, pointing at Xiao Chong.

"Is that so?" Xiao Chong smiled without saying a word and went to the man.

"Isn't that right? Look at your so-called treatment, it's worked, but my dad still hasn't gotten better and can't speak! You wait, I'll bring a dog leash when we get back from the hospital. Don't even think about escaping, you can't hide!" The girl said, trying to leave with her sister and father. "

Wait!" Xiao Chong stopped them, then approached the middle-aged man, very close, and stared into his eyes, asking, "Uncle, is the bone still in his throat?"

"..." The middle-aged man hesitated, stammering without making a sound, finally nodding with shifty eyes, meaning the bone was still inside.

Xiao Chong nodded as if agreeing with him, then suddenly pointed to his crotch as if he had discovered a new continent, saying, "Hey, uncle, look at your pants, what's that big hole? And your zipper isn't zipped up! Hey, what's coming out?"

The middle-aged man was startled and quickly looked down. His zipper was properly zipped up. He searched frantically for the hole, anxiously asking, "It's not there! Where is it? Where is it?"

"Hehe, uncle, don't bother looking, I was just kidding!" Xiao Chong said with a laugh.

"You—" The middle-aged man realized he'd been tricked and quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late; everything had already been seen by everyone.

The sexy woman naturally understood as well, and asked with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Dad, are you alright?"

"Um, I'm fine, the fishbone's gone." The middle-aged man replied helplessly.

"Then why didn't you tell us when we asked?" the girl asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Sigh..." The middle-aged man felt a lump in his throat, not that he was deaf or hard of hearing. He could hear and see his daughter making a bet, but he couldn't persuade her or stop her! He felt much better soon after the duck saliva was poured in, and the foreign sensation quickly disappeared. However, he dared not tell anyone he was alright! If he told others, wouldn't that be like

pushing his daughter towards this man? What father could do such a thing?

Xiao Chong simply pulled up a chair and sat down, neither urging nor speaking, as if the bet had never happened.

"Beautiful lady, a bet is a bet!" Wu Yueyang was the most loyal audience member of this drama. With the first half so exciting, he naturally looked forward to the grand finale. But Wu Yueyang's brief sentence drew countless vicious glares from Xiao Chong and others.

"Forget it, I was just saying! She can't afford to lose! Let's go, let's go, I'll pretend nothing happened!" Xiao Chong said, feigning generosity, but his words were full of condescension, making the girl feel unprecedentedly humiliated.

"Don't worry, I'm a man of my word, I won't renege on my bet! Just consider it a bout of being haunted by a ghost!" the girl declared defiantly.

"Oh? Since you're so principled, it would seem like I'm looking down on you if I didn't agree. Fine, come with me to the back room then!" Xiao Chong remained feigning innocence, but inwardly he was overjoyed: Hmph, you think you can play with me? You'll be played to death without even knowing why! Hehe, don't worry, the real show is just beginning. You'll get your comeuppance.

"No, not today!" the girl shook her head.

"Huh? Didn't you say you could afford to lose? Now you're backing out?" Wu Yueyang said gleefully, a typical troublemaker.

"I, I'm not feeling well today, I, I'm on my period!" A rare blush appeared on the girl's face. "

Tch, I don't believe it. Why today of all times? Are you trying to take advantage of me?" Wu Yueyang was far more impatient than Xiao Chong, a classic case of the eunuch being more eager than the emperor.

"No, my sister really did get her period, I can vouch for it!" The girl in the business suit was clearly much more shy than her sister, and before she could even finish her sentence, her face was already flushed with embarrassment.

"You two are sisters, you must have helped each other, who knows if it's true or not. If you're so bold, go ahead and be as arrogant as you were just now, and take out your little blanket!" At this moment, Wu Yueyang completely sided with Xiao Chong, who was originally his sworn enemy.

"Wow?" The women couldn't help but exclaim in shock. How could someone say something like that? Was he even human? Wu Yuexin wanted to swallow two bottles of medicine and never wake up again. She was so ashamed of having such a brother that she wanted to commit suicide!

"Alright, let's be forgiving. You can go now!" Xiao Chong said generously once again! No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew that he, who was usually stingy, had become unusually generous this time.

"***, stop pretending. I know you're the worst and most cunning one here. Don't worry, I won't renege on your debt. It'll be back in a few days when the heat stops! Sister, Dad, let's go!" The girl said, taking her father's hand and leaving without looking back.

The women at Longxin Clinic witnessed this tragedy unfold and watched it end prematurely. They were filled with mixed feelings and many chaotic thoughts, but ultimately, they all thought the same thing: this man was terrifying! Women, whether they had been with him or not, all knew he was a terrifying man, a man who brought them joy and sorrow, love and hate, panic and yet fascination. They knew this man was untouchable, a bottomless lake; touching him would be like being electrocuted, and once in the water, there would be no escape. But for some reason, they couldn't control themselves from getting closer to him, even clinging to him tightly, willingly following him without a name or status, resolutely staying by his side, until—forever!

"Duck, quick, get the duck off! Otherwise, if it gets a brain hemorrhage, cerebral hemorrhage, or cerebral thrombosis, Fatty will kill me!" Xiao Chong's shout interrupted the women's thoughts, and they hurriedly untied the duck.

The first wave of patients left, and the second wave arrived, seemingly even more ferocious than the last. It was as if one wave was barely passing, another was already gone, one wave hadn't subsided, and another was already sweeping in—a raging storm in the vast sea of people… (

Chapter 4 of Xiao Cheng's work: This woman is incredibly powerful)

The first wave of patients left, and the second wave arrived, seemingly even more ferocious than the last. It was as if one wave was barely passing, another was already gone, one wave hadn't subsided, and another was already sweeping in—a raging storm in the vast sea of people…

The patient was a young boy of seventeen or eighteen, refined and gentle, with a clean, scar-free face, unlike his peers who were covered in the marks of youth. Xiao Chong's first impression of him was: delicate! Fortunately, the boy was still young, and strictly speaking, he couldn't yet be called a boy. Otherwise, Xiao Chong would definitely have had a different feeling: a transvestite! Of course, the reason Xiao Chong had this feeling was because of that face, so pale, almost too pale! Actually, it wasn't pale, it was pale, it should be called bloodless, a kind of sickly appearance.

The patient's family member was a woman, or more precisely, an aunt. The aunt's appearance could only be described as disheveled and unkempt. Her hair was disheveled, dry, yellow, and split, not only without any luster but also tightly twisted like pickled vegetables. Her freckled face was covered with wrinkles like parallel and intersecting train tracks. She had no expression, yet you could still feel that she was resentful. Her coffee-colored shirt was old, with patches of dark and light color. You couldn't tell if the light parts had faded or the dark parts had been stained. In short, this person was as slovenly as could be. To put it nicely, he was颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, listless, or颓废)

. To put it bluntly, he was simply... best left unsaid! Initially, the woman didn't seem particularly fierce; she just stood quietly beside the boy. But Xiao Chong didn't dare underestimate her at all, because the aura emanating from her was like that of a mother hen facing an eagle catching its chicks—ready to erupt in fury at any moment.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Xiao Chong asked the boy.

The boy was a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak, but the woman beside him interrupted, saying, "He keeps saying he's dizzy, he's constantly saying he's dizzy!"

(Is he really that dizzy?)

"Excuse me, are you his...?" Xiao Chong couldn't help but ask.

"I'm his sister. Do you think I'm his mother?" the woman rolled her eyes at Xiao Chong.

(If you hadn't said so, I would have really thought I was!)

"Then, auntie... no, sister, besides saying he's dizzy, does he have any other symptoms?" Xiao Chong looked at the man and woman, who looked so different but were actually siblings, and a chill ran down his spine.

"And nosebleeds, they just keep coming and going, like my monthly period!" The woman didn't shy away from using such a private matter as a metaphor!

(Cough, is that even a proper way to describe it? Endless? You must have irregular periods, right?)

"What else?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"Frequent colds and fevers, sometimes for thirty-one days straight, not a single day is good!" the woman said.

(Thirty-one days of fever a month? Has her brain turned to mush?)

"Anything else?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"And then there's hair loss, clump after clump, bunch after bunch!" the woman added.

(Bowl after bunch? Is it money or hair falling out? According to that, he should be bald by now, how can he still have a full head of black hair? Is he wearing a wig?)

"Oh, then let me take his pulse, please put your hand out, okay?" Xiao Chong looked at the woman, thinking she was perfect for a stage play because she was so exaggerated, and then said to the boy.

After carefully taking his pulse, Xiao Chong frowned and released the boy's hand.

"Doctor, how is he?" the woman asked nervously.

"His illness might be a bit complicated. I don't have the facilities for testing here. He has to go to the hospital for blood tests and an ultrasound."

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately became anxious: "No need, no need. We just had these tests done at the Provincial People's Hospital. Look, it's only been a little over two months." With that, she turned over and searched everywhere for the test results.

Seeing this, Xiao Chong quickly said, "Auntie, no need to look anymore. Two months has passed since the checkup. Your brother's condition changes almost daily, so the results are no longer accurate. We need to redo it. If you find it troublesome, you can skip the ultrasound and just have a blood test!" In his haste, he blurted out "Auntie" again!

The woman immediately got angry: First, his way of addressing her was inappropriate; she was only in her thirties, why call her "Auntie"? Second, not being very educated, she didn't understand why she had to pay again for the previous checkup. They weren't wealthy; they couldn't afford such a hassle. Besides, if they were rich, would they need to use a small clinic like this?

Overwhelmed with grief at this thought, the woman burst into tears, wailing, "My brother! Why do I have to have blood drawn

again? At this rate,

all my blood will be drained! You'll kill me! My God, my poor brother! My brother without a father! 55555555~~~~~~~ Waaaaaaahh ...

The woman in front of Xiao Chong was undoubtedly that one, and her words were incredibly devastating: "Oh dear, how could I be so unlucky?! Your hearts are all black, oh dear! How much money have you made?! And now you want to take our poor siblings' money?! We have no money, oh dear! Poor us siblings, oh dear! Nobody pities us, oh dear! Oh dear, we're so unlucky, oh dear!"

The woman pounded her chest and beat her feet, sometimes grabbing her younger brother's head so tightly he could barely breathe. He struggled to release her, but her pale face didn't flush; instead, it appeared even paler! Then she pounded on Xiao Chong's desk, crying so hard her tears and snot flew everywhere, sniffling and sniffling. Even

Xiao Chong, a man who had seen it all and was used to big productions and theatrical performances, couldn't help but gasp. He was starting to feel overwhelmed.

But it seemed the trouble was only just beginning!

Once the woman started wailing and crying, it went on and on. Xiao Chong was afraid she'd ruin the deal, so he tried to appease her, stammering, "Um, um, I understand, ah, ah, I know! Oh, oh, don't cry! Okay, okay, I understand, right, right, you don't have money, fine, fine, no tests! Okay, fine, whatever you say! So, let's put it on hold for now, let it hold on..."

After all that trying, the woman still wouldn't stop. Xiao Chong lost his temper and yelled, "Shut up! Is this never going to end?"

The woman was startled and immediately forgot to cry, just staring blankly at Xiao Chong.

"Sister, crying isn't the solution," Xiao Chong said, feeling sorry for the siblings, his voice softening.

The woman's emotions finally calmed down, and her tears gradually stopped, but her rambling continued unabated: "I've been to Shanghai, I've been to Beijing. Their doctors are good. They know my brother and I don't have much money, so they don't do unnecessary tests. They use the cheapest medicine available, no matter how expensive. That's what good doctors are, don't you think?..."

(Sister, if that's the case, why don't you get better there before coming back?)

"Originally, I planned to get completely cured there before coming back, but I had no choice. There's nowhere to stay out here. I can't afford hotels, and I don't even dare to think about it. I'm unfamiliar with the area, so I figured it was better to come back. Right? It's like being back home, like family, isn't it?..."

(Hopefully, what you're saying isn't true, and you weren't sent back by the doctors.)

"Who would have thought? The doctors at that provincial hospital are even more heartless than doctors from other places! They're always dragging me to get X-rays, always taking me to get CT scans, always pulling me to get MRIs, always drawing blood. They make a simple thing incredibly complicated, draining all the blood from a perfectly healthy person. My brother's health wasn't good to begin with, how could they keep messing with him like that? He's practically dead! Don't you think so?..."

(I've never heard of a hospital where auxiliary examinations can detect a death.)

"Everyone says the Municipal People's Hospital is good, and the Provincial People's Hospital is even better, so I thought it was good too and came to the Provincial Hospital. Who knew, the doctors there are exactly the same! As soon as we were admitted, they didn't even diagnose what was wrong, and they just made us do blood tests. We spent over three thousand yuan before even seeing a doctor! We couldn't afford it. As soon as we were discharged, all the neighbors said you, Longxin, were good, especially Daqiang. He said you removed his tumor. I thought you must be really good. Such a big tumor, as big as a pig's head, and you just removed it like that. And Daqiang seems perfectly fine, like nothing happened. So I brought my brother here. Blood tests are fine, but you have to give us an explanation, right?..."

(I do have an explanation, but you didn't give me time to tell you.)

"No explanation. All doctors are the same. My time at the Municipal Hospital was the same..."

(I must have been blind to bring someone like you in here. I've only made things worse for myself.)

Seeing that she was going on and on, the women who had initially been watching the spectacle had long since slipped away. Xiao Chong was caught in a dilemma: could he leave, stay, stand, or sit? He was extremely impatient, and several times his mind wandered, only to be abruptly pulled back by a question from the woman.

It seemed this woman was very experienced in leading such conversations, knowing that few could tolerate such tedious discussions. Therefore, she had set up many questions and answers, always leaving ample time for responses. In this way, Xiao Chong was firmly under her control. And every time he tried to escape, she stuck to him like double-sided tape, maintaining a distance of about one meter between them.

Xiao Chong had been tormented by the woman for nearly an hour and a half. He was so exasperated that he wanted to be like Sun Wukong in "A Chinese Odyssey," unable to bear Tang Sanzang's nagging, and knock the woman unconscious with his staff. But he didn't dare. The woman was just a little long-winded and gossipy; she wasn't some wicked gangster like Lan Yan, Lan Min, Lei Gouzi, or Mei Piman Ge . So he had to endure it, even though he wanted to. After all, he wanted to reform himself and become a renowned doctor!

(Calm down, calm down! Listen to your mother's words! The more chaotic, uneasy, impatient, and lost you are, the calmer you must be!)

Xiao Chong remembered his mother's words and immediately calmed down as if struck by lightning. Just as the woman finished her sentence and was about to continue, he interrupted her during a moment of pause, asking, "May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Liang, Liang Runqin, and my younger brother is Liang Zhu!" Liang Runqin replied.

(Liang Runqin? What a nice name, what a nice name! You've ruined it!)

"Sister Liang, please sit down. It's alright. If you don't want the tests, then don't. Could you please find my previous medical records and lab reports for me to look at?" Xiao Chong said politely, pulling out a chair for the woman. The group of Longxin employees, who had left but were still waiting outside for developments, secretly squeezed into Xiao Chong's office under cover. Nami was sweeping incessantly by the door, but couldn't sweep more than half a meter. Ye Yiyu was looking at the drug incompatibilities chart on the wall, seemingly searching for a specific drug. Wu Yuexin was fiddling with the examination bed sheet, pulling and smoothing it, but never quite getting it properly in place. Wu Yueyang, who usually disliked Xiao Chong, was now willingly acting as his assistant, holding a medical record book as if diligently taking notes.

Everyone felt a wave of nausea upon hearing this: Sister Liang? "You really dare to call her that? Look at her, she's old enough to be your mother, not 'sister'!" Unfortunately, all women fall for this. Calling her "sister" is a silent compliment on her youth. Liang Runqin's tense expression relaxed after a long day.

Xiao Chong asked, "How old is your Liang Zhu this year?"

Fake, so fake! It's clearly written on the medical record she handed over, why ask? Wu Yueyang, listening nearby, was very dissatisfied with Xiao Chong and could only mentally attack him.

"Eighteen."

"The prime of youth! If she hadn't been sick, she should be taking the college entrance exam and preparing for university by now!"

(Ugh, isn't this like scratching an itch on a tiger's head?)

Contrary to Wu Yueyang's expectations, Liang Runqin showed no anger whatsoever.

"That's right, my poor little brother." Liang Runqin's eyes reddened again; it seemed she still loved her brother dearly.

"Looking at him, he looks like his sister, doesn't he? So refined and fair-skinned. If this illness can be cured, he'll definitely charm a lot of girls!"

(*Wow, I didn't expect you to be such a flatterer.)

Praising her brother while also praising her sister, Liang Runqin was naturally delighted: "Who says otherwise? My brother and I look alike. I was quite the star a few years ago."

At this moment, Xiao Chong sighed heavily and said helplessly, "It's a pity. This illness has ruined everything for him—his studies, his dreams, his teachers, his classmates, everything that other kids his age can enjoy. He might not be able to have any of that anymore!"

(Damn, aren't you just rubbing salt into her wounds?)

Hearing this, Liang Runqin couldn't help but burst into tears.

Wu Yueyang was dumbfounded at the sight. He thought this woman's heart would jump up and bark at Xiao Chong.

(*I have to say, I'm impressed. I never knew you could rip people off like this, so brutally reopening old wounds! I've really learned something new!)

This young woman, barely over thirty, who looked nearly fifty, this often disheveled and unkempt young woman, was suffering even more than her brother.

Xiao Chong carefully reviewed the medical records and previous test results, then, combining this with his understanding of the condition from taking her pulse, solemnly declared, "The biggest problem for Liang Zhu right now is splenomegaly. The hyperfunction of the enlarged spleen has led to a decrease in blood cells. Decreased red blood cells cause anemia, decreased white blood cells lead to infection, and decreased platelets can cause bleeding—all very serious symptoms. Therefore, the most important thing now is to check her blood routine and adjust accordingly!"

(Sure enough, you're not just bragging; you've figured out the illness so quickly, you're comparable to me!)

"Doctor, can you cure this disease?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Liang Runqin's lifeless eyes, finally making Xiao Chong feel that she was a little bit young.

"Adjustment is just palliative care. If there's no serious problem, surgery is the proper way to treat the symptoms and the root cause. I can promise you, the surgery won't cost you anything; you only need to pay for the follow-up medication. If that's too difficult, we can discuss it again later!" This business was destined to lose money, but he couldn't afford to lose everything. Sigh, it's all because he's always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, all alone…

Xiao Chong's words were a combination of appealing to his emotions, reasoning with him, and offering a helping hand. Liang Runqin was no longer the unreasonable person she had been moments before. She nodded obediently and meekly, "Doctor, I'll listen to you, I'll do whatever you say. You're a good person, and we're willing to let you suffer a loss. I've also scraped together some money. We can't say for sure about the surgery fee, but we'll definitely pay for the medicine in full. Doctor, whatever you say, we'll do. I'll take him to get another blood test in a bit!"

Xiao Chong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Okay, the day after tomorrow is Monday. Let's get the tests done these two days. If there are no problems, we'll have the surgery on Xiao Liangzhu on Monday. What do you think?" Liang Runqin was

naturally extremely grateful and readily agreed.

(Chapter 5 of Xiao Cheng's work: A Love Across the Ocean Leaves Only Regret)

Wu Yueyang watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh repeatedly. Judging from this development, there was still a good chance that Xiao Liangzhu, who had been bedridden for many years, could return to school and live a normal life. Ouyang Chong, you're really something! If a patient like that were in my care, putting aside everything else, just considering his sister, there would be no way to communicate with her. Even if I could perform the surgery, I wouldn't. The moment that woman starts crying and screaming, I'd kick her out. Why would I have the patience to waste time with her? It seems he really wanted me to learn from him for my own good. This man's professional ethics are off the charts, practically flawless!

Wu Yueyang finally started to admire Xiao Chong, a trait that grew rapidly and immensely over time, until he finally succumbed to Xiao Chong's charms, bowing down and willingly becoming his first disciple. This kind of man is truly the epitome of masculinity: calm, collected, wise, fierce, brave, gentle, kind, and even a little eccentric—he's practically the epitome of charm. It's understandable that his sister was attracted to him; put yourself in her shoes, if you were a woman, you'd be attracted to a man like that too! However, he couldn't possibly be one! And Xiao Chong had no interest in transvestites! So, he could only idolize Xiao Chong and become his disciple. But that's all in the future. Right now, he only admires Xiao Chong to a certain extent, not to the point of being completely convinced or subservient.

After the two groups of patients were sent away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, they were all gone. They then began a heated discussion about the case they had just seen.

Xiao Chong, however, wasn't in the same mood. He returned to his office silently, looking distressed and at a loss.

"Fangfang, what's wrong with Xiao Chong?" Wu Yuexin asked with concern.

"Sigh, how would I know? I'm not a mind reader!" Zhang Fenfang sighed. Ever since Xiao Chong returned from the hospital, he had ignored them completely, not even glancing at them. It was as if they were invisible. He no longer pestered them at night; as soon as he returned home, he would leave. Although he didn't say where he was going, all the women knew he was going to see that vixen, He Yu.

"Sister Yu, do you know?" Wu Yuexin asked.

"I don't know, I've fallen out of favor too!" Ye Yiyu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She used to be very favored; no matter who Xiao Chong was angry with, he was always obedient to her. Now,

even she, the once most favored concubine, had been banished to the Cold Palace. "You guys don't really understand him. You even said you could tell he was about to...you know what was going on the moment he bent over!" Wu Yuexin said anxiously. Unsurprisingly, she had also been subjected to Xiao Chong's cold violence.

"Huh, none of you knew?" Nami, who had been silent all along, asked in surprise.

"You knew?" the three women couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I knew!" Nami looked like she was the only one who was sober in a world of fools, quite smug.

"Then tell us quickly, tell us quickly!" the three women urged.

"This is too easy to figure out. You see, when Wu's sister and brother came to Longxin that night, he was perfectly fine!"

"Yes!"

"Then when did he become so strange?" "

After he came back from the hospital!"

"Then the problem must have occurred during that period!"

"You idiot Japanese girl, don't we know there was a problem? But what day was it, and what happened?" Ye Yiyu scolded angrily.

"It was that night, the night we went out for dinner and karaoke and things went wrong!"

"What happened that night? We don't think we did anything to him that night!" Zhang Fenfang said.

"Hmm, I remember now, before we had that incident, Xiao Chong was very unhappy!" Wu Yuexin said.

"Really? I didn't notice?" Ye Yiyu was sometimes very sensitive, laughing for a long time just from Xiao Chong's breath, but sometimes she was oblivious, not even realizing when Xiao Chong touched her in bed or even tried to seduce her.

"That means you don't care about your man enough!" Nami rolled her eyes at Ye Yiyu.

"I care about him a lot! Who said I don't care!" Ye Yiyu argued, feeling wronged. She was usually very caring towards him.

"Didn't he come home early to sleep that night? Do you know why?"

"He was tired!" Ye Yiyu assumed.

"Tch, you say you care about him, but you don't even know this? He only came back because he felt neglected!"

"When did we neglect him?" The girls all felt they had wronged Xiaobaicai.

"You still say you didn't? When we were eating, we didn't wait for him, but ordered him fast food instead. When we were singing, he was too embarrassed to fight us for the microphone. But what angered him the most was that when he wanted to leave, we didn't do anything! Do you think he wouldn't retaliate by giving us the silent treatment right now?!"

"Then why didn't you say anything then?" the girls asked again.

"Sigh, if I had known earlier, would I have been neglected like you guys?" Nami said helplessly. She had only finally figured it out after thinking about it day and night.

"..." The women were speechless. Xiao Chong wasn't usually stingy, but when he was, it was extraordinary. They knew this after that lavish yet disgusting banquet, and had been careful not to step on his landmines ever since. But they hadn't expected to fall into his trap again.

Just as they were discussing how to get Xiao Chong to forgive them, a man with a gloomy face but a sharp suit walked in. Wu Yueyang wasn't interested, especially since this man wasn't him, so he immediately went to greet him. Besides, this man looked quite wealthy.

"Sir, please come in!" Wu Yueyang's fawning smile resembled that of a prostitute soliciting customers.

"..." The newcomer was clearly taken aback upon seeing him, his expression like that of a regular brothel customer meeting a new face.

"Sir, this way please. Where do you feel unwell?" Wu Yueyang presumptuously tried to usher the man into Shuangxi's former office. Xiao Chong had said he would receive a 3% commission on each patient's medical expenses.

The medical industry is considered extremely profitable. The standard outpatient fee for a mild cold and fever is: three packets of pills (a combination of loose Western medicine, such as several cephalosporins, several licorice tablets, several cold medicines, etc.) plus an injection (usually antibiotics) for a few dozen to a dozen yuan. Slightly more serious cases require three or four IV drips and six packets of pills, costing approximately fifty to eighty yuan. If it's even more serious, then three days of IV drips might be necessary! And for the most serious cases, sorry, they'll head straight to the hospital!

With the medication situation clear, the cost can be calculated precisely. Let's start with the cheapest option: three packets of pills plus the outer packaging cost about three yuan. (The outer packaging here refers to the small square white paper used to wrap the medicine; a large bundle costs ten yuan, with nearly five hundred sheets per bundle! Each sheet costs about 0.02 yuan, or two cents. This is the cheapest option, commonly used in township hospitals! There are also more expensive options, such as small paper bags costing one cent each, with blank fields printed on the front for the hospital name, patient name, dosage, etc. These are commonly used in county-level and above hospitals! Now there are also small transparent plastic bags with a resealable drawstring, costing three cents each, but rarely used by hospitals!) Injections generally use disposable syringes (two cents each, although some use reusable glass needles, which are even cheaper, but require more sterilization and are rarely used by doctors now!). The contents are usually one vial of cephalosporin (about one and a half yuan, but still two yuan) diluted with one vial of sterile water for injection (two milliliters of sterile water costs more than one cent). What is the total cost? Even someone who's five years short of graduating from elementary school can figure it out, right? Less than five yuan, yet the charge is three to four times the cost. Is this exorbitant profit? No, it's outrageous.

Don't get annoyed, let's talk about a more serious cold or fever: three to four IV drips and six packets of pills. What's usually in those three to four IV drips? One bottle is almost certainly an antibiotic. No doubt about it, antibiotics are overused. Doctors will prescribe them regardless of whether you're sick or not, to prevent infection—to prevent you from asking questions. But there are many types of antibiotics, and prices vary greatly. Generally, only the most expensive clinics will use the cheapest antibiotics, like gentamicin. For adults, 240,000 units, four 2ml vials, each costing a little over 20 cents. But they won't prescribe antibiotics costing tens or even hundreds of yuan. Who would dare go to the doctor for a cold costing over a thousand yuan? The most common is penicillin, costing around 60-70 cents per vial—economical, affordable, and quite effective. However, in recent years, penicillin allergies have become increasingly common, resulting in many deaths! This will inevitably lead to the question: isn't a skin test always done before medication? A skin test is definitely necessary, but false negatives can occur. Don't underestimate the chance; if it happens even once and there's no timely intervention, you're in serious trouble. Therefore, for safety reasons, most clinics use cephalosporins, commonly known as "Cefazolin," which costs around 1.5 yuan per vial. A bottle contains about five to ten vials, depending on the patient's condition. However, I've heard of some clinics using up to fifteen vials for a single cold, which is quite alarming. I certainly wouldn't dare use them so indiscriminately! But now, even cephalosporins require skin tests. Why? Because pharmaceutical companies are increasingly using counterfeit and impure drugs, leading to more and more allergic reactions and more severe side effects! (Hold on! The pharmaceutical companies are going to throw bricks at me!)

A bottle contains traditional Chinese medicine like Qingkailing or Shuanghuanglian. Qingkailing is quite effective, especially for colds and fevers, and it's not expensive, costing less than 2 yuan per vial; two or three vials are enough! (However, a reminder to all medical staff: do not use this on patients with high fever and chills! Why? You'll see once you try it~~~ I know you're going to throw bricks at me again!) Shuanghuanglian is only moderately effective, but it's cheap, only 40 cents a vial. It looks quite intimidating, 20ml a vial. When added to clear sodium chloride or glucose, the whole bottle immediately turns deep yellow, making it seem like a powerful and mysterious medicine. But in reality, it's just so-so.

Another bottle of ribavirin. Colds are mostly caused by viruses! Ribavirin is indispensable! (However, I think the role of ribavirin is more to comfort oneself, and secondarily to comfort the patient! Why? In my years of clinical work, I've never felt that ribavirin has truly worked!~~~~ I know those in the know will definitely throw bricks again. Go ahead and throw them, I don't think this medicine is very effective! I usually use it with vitamin C or B6!)

(There's a lot of digression here, it's as long and tedious as an old woman's foot binding cloth! But I'm not just trying to reach the word count, these are all my experiences! There are countless shady practices in the medical field, if I were to list them all, that would be another book! I also want to remind my fellow readers that being ripped off when you see a doctor is inevitable, what else would they eat? But if you only have a cold and are faced with an exorbitant medical bill, don't be confused, and don't pretend to know what you don't. You need to find an expert to check if there's anything wrong with the medication!)

Wu Yueyang didn't dare to underestimate this 3%. Although a cold and fever only cost a dollar or a few cents, if he were to encounter one or two rich people's diseases or promiscuous diseases, it would cover his cigarette and alcohol expenses for the entire month. So at this moment, he was working especially hard, because who would pay him if he didn't work hard!

The visitor seemed unimpressed by Wu Yueyang's fawning attitude, but didn't offer much praise either. He simply watched silently as Wu Yueyang launched into a long-winded self-introduction, boasting about his medical school background, his solid theoretical foundation, his rich clinical experience, his expertise in various diseases, and the number of surgeries he had performed.

Wu Yueyang was very talkative and adept at self-praise, exaggerating himself to the point of being unparalleled.

The visitor stood there, not entering Shuangxi's old office, but after listening for a while, he seemed tired and plopped down on a bench by the door. His gaze, seemingly focused on Wu Yueyang's opening and closing lips, was actually elsewhere.

Wu Yueyang was excited; he felt he had met a kindred spirit, the only mentor in his twenty-odd years who had truly appreciated him! How could he be sure? From the focused expression on the man's face as he spoke. But as the conversation progressed, he sensed something was amiss. Although the visitor was looking at him, his eyes were empty, lifeless, and devoid of spirit. "...Sir, what's wrong? Hey, hey, hey!"

"...Oh, I'm not here for a doctor, I'm here to see someone!" The man finally snapped out of his daze.

"Damn it!" Wu Yueyang was both disappointed and furious, wanting to punch him. Why didn't you say you weren't here for a doctor? Why did you make me waste all this breath?

(He didn't say he was here for a doctor, and he didn't ask you to introduce yourself; you were just being presumptuous!)

The man only glanced at him, a blank, lifeless look. He wasn't angry; there seemed to be few things in this world that could anger him anymore, because his heart was already dead.

Suddenly, he stood up. Wu Yueyang, thinking there was a fight coming, took two steps back, adopting a Tai Chi Baguazhang starting stance.

But the man didn't even look at him, silently walking into Xiao Chong's office.

Wu Yueyang was a little confused. Was this guy crazy? He's a lunatic, even if he's sick, he won't let me treat him!

Xiao Chong was reading a book, the one he'd never finished, *The Barefoot Doctor*. He'd been reading it since his time at the Sino-American Friendship Hospital, but due to various reasons, he'd only been reading it on and off for over two years without finishing it. Now, finally having the time and inclination to pick up the old book again, he was engrossed when he suddenly heard footsteps. Thinking a patient was coming, he quickly closed the book to see who it was, but he couldn't help but be surprised.

The

person who had arrived was none other than Zhang Zhijie, who had climbed up the social ladder, becoming arrogant and conceited—a true smug and petty man.

"Oh, Director Zhang has arrived! My apologies for not greeting you sooner! Please, please sit down. What brings you here!" Xiao Chong said sarcastically. He hadn't forgotten the smug look Zhang Zhijie had given him when he'd asked to help Shuangxi snipe the Henan gang's sneak attack.

Zhang Zhijie and Xiao Chong were brothers who had fought side-by-side; how could he not hear the sarcasm in Xiao Chong's tone? "Boss~~~~"

"Stop, Director Zhang, are you mistaken? I think my dad only had me!" Xiao Chong wasn't usually petty, yes, but when he was, he was exceptionally petty, the same with his women and his brothers. But it was precisely because he considered them his own that he revealed his true nature. With anyone else, he would still smile and then secretly plot against them, so this cold violence was a very light punishment for them. But in the ensuing conversation, he quickly forgave him amidst surprise and sympathy.

"Boss, please don't treat me like this, okay?" Zhang Zhijie's previously lifeless eyes immediately reddened.

"Oh?" "My dad passed away!" Tears streamed down Zhang Zhijie's face. Actually, that had happened five months ago. "Ah? No way!" "Lin Yin broke up with me!"

Zhang Zhijie wept uncontrollably . Actually, that had happened a month ago! "Ah!?" "I was dismissed!" Zhang Zhijie cried his heart out. This was fresh news, just this morning. "Damn it, how could you be so unlucky!" "Waaaaah~~ My life is so miserable ahhhhhh~~~~~" Zhang Zhijie started wailing uncontrollably. Wu Yueyang, Nami, Ye Yiyu, Zhang Fenfang, Wu Yuexin and others came running at the sound. "Stop!" Xiao Chong knew him well. He knew that this kid wouldn't cry unless something serious happened, but once he started crying, it would never end. So he quickly shouted to stop his crying from continuing. Then, he expressionlessly shut Zhang Fenfang and the others out the door before asking with concern, "Tell me what happened?" Xiao Chong had opened the floodgates of Zhang Zhijie's memory. The memories of the past six months in Guangcheng were like a long train "crunch crunch crunch crunch~~~~~" rushing past his eyes... To explain the matter clearly, we had to start from the beginning. The readers should be prepared for a difficult journey. When Zhang Zhijie was first brought to Guangcheng by the leaders of the Drug Administration, he didn't immediately become the deputy director. Nor did he rise through the ranks step by step; frankly, he lacked both the destiny and the ability. Among the six special forces soldiers led by Tie Da Xiong Bing, he was the least capable—at least relative to the other six. Compared to other branches of the military, he was still considered strong, just as even the worst doctor in a top-tier provincial hospital is better than the chief physician in a township health center. Xiao Chong and his seven comrades retired before the afterglow of their Hero Cup victory had completely faded, a truly wise choice. Their feat of winning the Hero Cup had already set a historical precedent, making them heroes in the military and idols admired by the people. Their heroic deeds were discussed by adults and children alike in cities and towns alike. Retiring now, with their halo still intact, naturally made them highly sought-after talents by various departments and agencies. Even if they couldn't do anything, simply being placed as security guards at the entrance to maintain appearances was better than three months of full-page advertisements in the media. After Zhang Zhijie was brought in, the leaders conducted thorough assessments before entrusting him with important responsibilities. The leaders were disappointed; this guy had few things to offer, like a farmer visiting relatives in the provincial capital with nothing to show for it. In terms of eloquence, he couldn't utter a single word in three sentences. Ask him to read a speech, and he'd stammer and stutter, lacking any presence, composure, expression, or gestures. His expressionless face resembled that of someone reciting a eulogy, even worse than that—at least someone would show some grief. As for drinking capacity, he was utterly disgraceful. Only two bottles of beer were served; before any wine, rice wine, or spirits were even brought out, he was already flushed, bleary-eyed, and rambling incoherently, nearly smashing the entire private room to pieces. Regarding social etiquette, this guy was utterly rude, constantly using vulgar language. Asking him to fill in attire? Did these leaders even want to live? The leaders discussed it, saying that since he was a former special forces soldier, these refined things might not suit him. Perhaps they should try something more violent! Like basketball or soccer—surely those would be no problem! So they arranged two friendly matches with the Health Bureau and the Education Bureau. The leaders were utterly disappointed; Zhang Zhijie was indeed violent, so violent he almost caused a fatality. At the start of the basketball game, he behaved himself, but when the Health Bureau's score took a commanding lead, he became extremely violent. He dribbled past opponents without any feints, charging like a special forces soldier, injuring five people in total. He broke over twenty ribs in his shoulder, and the frail Health Bureau director, the referee, was so frightened he forgot to blow his whistle. The soccer match went smoothly in the first half without any incidents, but in the second half, the group of bookish students from the Education Bureau seemed to be on steroids, playing with incredible ferocity and scoring a goal within the first ten minutes. This time, Zhang Zhijie panicked and became incredibly aggressive. He was playing defense, and when the Education Bureau's forward dribbled past three players and charged at him, he didn't hesitate. With a deadly bulldozer-like tackle, he fractured the opponent's shinbone. Before the referee could even blow his whistle and send him off with a yellow card, he had already unleashed the speed he'd honed in the army—the speed of a 100-meter sprint champion—quickly dribbling past six players and unleashing a long-range shot. Surprisingly, the ball went in, tying the score at 1-1. But those six players never got up again. He was puzzled. He'd learned his lesson after being severely criticized by his superiors in the basketball game, and this time he'd used feints. How could they still be injured? Actually, he had used feints, but they were all from the military's Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) techniques. The feints naturally became real attacks, and the opponents, caught off guard, were bound to get injured. After these rounds of assessments, the leaders were utterly disappointed in him. Just as they were discussing transferring him to the main gate as security captain, he made a request: he asked the leaders to test his writing skills and assign him a clerk's position. He explained that he came from a poor family with many siblings, and during his university years, his family often couldn't provide enough food. He once survived half a month of hunger, and on the verge of death, he wrote a love letter for his roommate, which helped the roommate win over a girl. This act brought him fame, and he saw a way to make a living by writing love letters for others. Since he made this request and seemed so confident, the leaders, who had given up on him, couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope again, and they secretly plotted once more. But what should they test his writing skills on? They couldn't very well test his ability to write love letters, but he wasn't officially employed yet and unfamiliar with the professional field, so testing him on that would be too difficult. Testing him on other things wouldn't demonstrate his abilities. Just as everyone was at a stalemate, the bureau chief had an idea. His son was about to take the college entrance exam, and he had prepared several past exam essay topics for him. One of them was particularly challenging for his son, leaving him at a loss for words. Why not use that to test him? As soon as this idea was mentioned, everyone cheered. What else could they do? "You're the bureau chief, of course you decide!" The essay topic quickly reached Zhang Zhijie. This guy, as expected of a master, had an inspiration after just a few glances and immediately began writing in a wild, cursive style. The topic's requirements were as follows: "Fine rain wets clothes unseen, idle flowers fall silently" is a line from the poem "Farewell to Yan Shiyuan" by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Changqing. Some have interpreted this line as: 1. It praises the beautiful imagery of spring. 2. Idle flowers and drizzling rain express a loneliness unknown to others. 3. Being unable to see or hear does not equate to inaction; it is a tranquil way of life. 4. This kind of sentiment is no longer suitable for today's world… Write an essay based on your views. Choose your own title and genre, but it must be in line with current global trends and must be original, humorous, creative, inspiring, and motivating. It can be fantastical, urban, alternate history, sci-fi, or historical—anything you can imagine is acceptable. The word count should be between 2000 and 5000.

This topic was incredibly tricky and bizarre, leaving everyone baffled. Tang poetry had to be aligned with modern trends? And with so many requirements? Wasn't that going to kill someone? This would be deadly for others, but for Zhang Zhijie, it was a piece of cake. Just daydreaming, right? That's his forte!

Chapter Seven of Xiaocheng: Who Dares to Be the Most Lewd in the World?

Zhang Zhijie laughed upon seeing the topic, a laugh that was both idiotic and lewd. The leaders, however, didn't understand why he was laughing and could only watch as he wrote with such strange smiles!

Midsummer night, late at night, a bit chilly!

At the summit of Yuexiu Mountain in Guangcheng.

There were two people on the mountain, a man and a woman.

These two were the most famous assassins in Guangcheng today, the most talked-about figures in this issue of the Guangcheng Entertainment News. The man's name was Lin Xiyu, and the woman's name was Ye Xianhua, known in the underworld as "Xiyu Xianhua."

Lin Xiyu's name sounds like a woman's, but he's actually a man, a deadly one. Women who have experienced his abilities know this; his skills are legendary, and I don't usually tell just anyone.

Ye Xianhua is a woman, a true woman. Just ask the wealthy young men and diamond bachelors who have fallen for her.

The poet Liu Changqing once described these two terrifying assassins with the lines, "Fine rain wets clothes unseen, idle flowers fall silently." The fine rain wets clothes because it's blood, and the wet clothes are, of course, stained with blood; the idle flowers fall because they represent heads.

These two kill without a trace; if they want to kill you, you'll be dead before you even see them or hear them.

Three days ago, Lin Xiyu received a notice specifically ordering him to kill Ye Xianhua. The reward for success was not only three million taels of ghost money, but also a direct entry into the final three of the "Super Boy" talent show!

However, killing Ye Xianhua is far more difficult than killing Bill Gates.

No one in the martial arts world knows the origins of Ye Xianhua's martial arts skills or her personality, but everyone knows her story.

Ye Xianhua has captivatingly large eyes; it's said she once stared Zhao Wei and Gao Yuanyuan to death without moving, and she was only seventeen years old at the time.

Ye Xianhua's voice is as melodious and intoxicating as a nightingale's; legend has it that after hearing her speak, Lin Chiling felt numb for a whole year—that's terrifying!

Ye Xianhua's lightness skill is unparalleled in the martial arts world; she leaves no trace on the snow and lands silently, supposedly surpassing even the legendary Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao. Someone saw her steal Liu Xiang's Olympic entry pass on the highway last week; Liu Xiang chased her for 10,000 kilometers before collapsing from exhaustion and is currently receiving treatment at Longxin Clinic.

Most people, upon hearing Ye Xianhua's story, would have been terrified and gone to buy diapers, but Lin Xiyu didn't.

Lin Xiyu is no ordinary person.

He knows that killing requires not only skill but also character.

People with bad character are usually killed, not the other way around.

Lin Xiyu remained calm, trimming his fingernails with nail clippers. His fingers were long and strong.

Some bastard had said that people with dirty nails were usually scavenging under the cover of darkness, and therefore of bad character!

Lin Xiyu wanted to kill, and he valued integrity, so he dreamed of trimming his nails.

He was waiting, waiting for his opponent to lose their composure first.

In a battle between experts, not even the slightest mistake was allowed. In CS, the one who lost their composure first would reveal a weakness and be headshot. A

fatal weakness!

Therefore, Lin Xiyu remained silent, simply playing with his nail clippers.

Logically, his character should be excellent, since his nails looked as if they had been soaked in Libai dish soap for years—neat and smooth.

So why did he still trim them day and night?

Unexpectedly, Ye Xianhua was even more relaxed, leisurely applying lipstick and perfume. The lipstick was a high-end Italian brand, and the perfume was imported from France!

Lin Xiyu had no choice but to strike first, saying, "Do you know why I asked you out?"

Ye Xianhua said gently, "Can't we talk before we make a move?"

Lin Xiyu said, "I'm here to kill, not to chat. I have no interest in spam posts!"

Ye Xianhua said, "Are you confident you can kill me?"

Lin Xiyu said, "I never do anything I'm not confident about."

Ye Xianhua said, "Can you bear to kill me?"

Lin Xiyu said, "I can't bear to, I was forced into it."

Ye Xianhua said, "I need to remind you of something."

Lin Xiyu said, "Go ahead."

Ye Xianhua said, "Bai Xiaosheng has compiled a list of assassins, and I am ranked number one. You are only number two. Can you really kill me? Also, have you seen this issue of the entertainment newspaper? Your name is after mine."

Lin Xiyu "I also need to remind you of something," Lin Xiyu said.

Ye Xianhua said, "Go ahead."

Lin Xiyu said, "In terms of assassin skills, I was originally ahead of you, but that time, Bai Xiaosheng used a text message voting system for the rankings, and the number of 'flower-obsessed' fans in China was too large, which is why you got first place. Also, the entertainment newspaper said the rankings were not in any particular order."

Ye Xianhua's expression changed, and she said, "I also need to remind you that my fan club is called 'flower fans,' not 'flower-obsessed'!"

Lin Xiyu said, "Finally, I need to remind you that all your 'flower fans' are flower-obsessed. Also, we've already gone off-topic."

Ye Xianhua said, "Aren't you afraid of trouble from this desperate fighting?"

Lin Xiyu said, "You don't need to be afraid of trouble anymore. There's only one kind of person in the world who is never afraid of trouble!"

Ye Xianhua said, "What kind of person?"

Lin Xiyu said, "The dead!"

Ye Xianhua said, "So you're forcing me to take action?"

Lin Xiyu didn't answer; he didn't need to answer.

Lin Xiyu said, "Show your weapon!"

Ye Xianhua said, "I'll use a knife."

Lin Xiyu said, "You use a knife? Where is the knife?"

Ye Xianhua said, "I am the knife!" Ye

Xianhua revealed a sweet smile, and suddenly took off her clothes, leaving her only in a lace bikini and black stockings.

Ye Xianhua's face was breathtakingly beautiful, and coupled with her figure and attire, she exuded a primal allure.

Her eyes could speak, her seductive smile could speak, her hands, her chest, her legs... every inch of her body spoke.

She knew that any man who wasn't blind would be completely captivated by her.

Lin Xiyu was a man, and a man who wasn't blind.

Yet, he seemed blind, completely unmoved.

He knew that a beautiful woman was a knife; when you were intoxicated, the knife would cut into your heart.

Lin Xiyu pondered for a moment and said, "I only want to ask you one thing."

Ye Xianhua giggled and said, "Please go ahead."

Lin Xiyu said, "In the middle of summer, aren't you afraid of mosquito bites wearing so little? I'm covered in bites even in long sleeves, look!"

Ye Xianhua was silent for a while, then said quietly, "You must be blood type O. Mosquitoes like the smell of blood type O. You must have thought I was spraying perfume just now, right? Let me tell you, I sprayed Six God Floral Water!"

Ye Xianhua continued, "However, this is not ordinary Liushen. It is a specially refined medicine that is colorless, odorless, and non-toxic. However, it will slowly diffuse into the air, and anyone who smells it will become paralyzed and unable to move."

Lin Xiyu was shocked and suddenly felt her body become numb and unresponsive, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Ye Xianhua continued, "You think I'm joking around because I'm scared, that I took off my clothes to seduce you? Look at your cat-like face! Actually, it was all to buy time for the potion to spread around you."

Lin Xiyu remained expressionless, saying, "Aren't you afraid of the potion's power?"

Ye Xianhua said smugly, "The lipstick I wore at the beginning was the antidote. Fool, now you know how powerful I am!"

Ye Xianhua stared intently at Lin Xiyu, asking, "Do you still think you can kill me?"

Lin Xiyu said, "I can."

Ye Xianhua said, "You can't move while I can, yet you can kill me? Isn't that ridiculous? People as humorous as you are rare, and men as outstanding as you are also rare. If I had the time, I'd really like to have a friendly AV match with you, but unfortunately! You're about to die!"

Lin Xiyu said, "It is ridiculous, but you will definitely be killed by me."

Ye Xianhua... "Why would you kill me?"

Lin Xiyu suddenly countered, "Can a throwing knife kill?"

Ye Xianhua replied, "It seems so."

Lin Xiyu asked, "Do I have hands?"

Ye Xianhua said, "Indeed."

Lin Xiyu asked, "Do I have a knife in my hand?"

Ye Xianhua said, "You seem to only have nail clippers."

Lin Xiyu said, "That's enough."

Ye Xianhua asked, "Enough?"

Lin Xiyu said, "With hands and a knife, I can kill."

Ye Xianhua said, "Nail clippers can kill? You really are a very humorous man! I like it!"

Lin Xiyu said, "In the past, seventy-three people in the martial arts world thought my nail clippers were ridiculous."

Ye Xianhua asked, "And now?"

Lin Xiyu said, "Now everyone is dead, killed by this knife."

Ye Xianhua asked, "Can your hand still move?"

Lin Xiyu said, "Want to try?"

The smile on Ye Xianhua's face gradually froze, and suddenly, she made her move!

A move called "Fake Nine Yin White Bone Claw" aimed straight at Qiu Xiyu's crown. She had practiced this move for seven years, four months, twenty-nine days, three hours, forty minutes, and fifty-one seconds, and she was absolutely certain that no one could withstand it.

But this time, she was wrong.

A flash of light, and the "bootleg Little Li Flying Dagger" was already piercing her throat.

Even in death, she couldn't believe that a nail clipper could take her life!

The idle flower finally fell to the ground!

Three hours later, the effects of the potion gradually wore off, and Lin Xiyu was finally able to move.

Looking at Ye Xianhua's corpse, Lin Xiyu said, "Although you're dead, I still have two things to tell you. First, I always use nail clippers to trim my fingernails to adjust the synchronization between my hand and the clippers—in short, to find the feel. Second, I have good character because my nails are clean; your character is bad because your nails are dirty, even though it's black nail polish! Third, my real purpose in killing you wasn't for money or fame."

As he spoke, Lin Xiyu searched Ye Xianhua's pocket and found Liu Xiang's Olympic Games admission pass.

Lin Xiyu firmly said, "I love Beijing, I want to watch the Olympics!"

After reading the article, the leaders couldn't help but gasp, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless for a long time. They didn't know whether to marvel at his solid foundation in martial arts novels or his unparalleled imagination; in any case, no one could offer any opinion on the article.

Zhang Zhijie wasn't in a hurry; he simply held the pen in his hand, twirling it leisurely. The speed at which it spun was faster than a helicopter wing, clearly indicating that he had been immersing himself in this skill for over a decade.

After a long, long time, the leaders finally gave him the answer: the head of the copywriting department in the publicity office.

Zhang Zhijie laughed again. People say that if you walk too many dark roads, you'll eventually encounter a ghost; if you climb too many mountains, you'll eventually encounter a tiger; if you surf the internet too much, you'll eventually encounter a dinosaur. He never thought that reading too many fantasy novels could lead to such a thing! He really got incredibly lucky!

Chapter Eight of the short story: Winning the Beauty's Heart

. A new official makes three fires upon taking office, but Zhang Zhijie couldn't ignite these three fires because he, as the section chief, only had one subordinate: the sister-in-law of the husband of the wife of the director of the health department, who only had a primary school education but wrote beautiful handwriting. He dared not ignite this subordinate; his position was too low. Above him was the director, above the director was the deputy director, above the deputy director was the director, and above the director was the director's wife. Yes, the director usually slept below the director's wife at night.

Although his official rank was low, it seemed unlucky for a new official not to set off a fire upon taking office, so he took the old newspapers and magazines left by the previous section chief to the bathroom to burn. This inadvertently started a huge fire that burned down the entire drug administration bureau.

Zhang Zhijie was excited for several days about becoming a state employee, a civil servant, and even a section-level cadre. Overjoyed, he called home as usual to tell his parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and so on… He had so many relatives that the phone calls alone cost him three hundred yuan. But his joy turned to sorrow. His

elderly father, hearing that his son had become a state cadre, was ecstatic. In his excitement and impulsiveness, he planned to show off to the village chief and party secretary, who had always looked down on him. However, on a dark and windy mountain road, he was walking too fast and tripped over a creature lying on the ground—a wolf, a dog, or a hybrid of both. He fell headfirst to the ground and died within two days, never even seeing his son one last time. The old man died unjustly. He had begged for a vegetable from one neighbor and a sweet potato from another, working tirelessly his whole life, raising his siblings to adulthood with just a sip of water, a sip of rice, a handful of bran, and a handful of excrement. Just when he was about to achieve his goal and enjoy a peaceful retirement, a moment of excitement and impulsiveness cost him his life. So, impulsiveness is a devil, and a killer!

Upon hearing the tragic news, Zhang Zhijie remembered his father, who used to chase him for three miles with a carrying pole, always secretly stuffing steamed buns into his hands. Overwhelmed with grief, he cried out, "Father~~~~~~~ You still haven't told me where you put that one or two ounces of gold passed down from our ancestors?"

Zhang Zhijie grew up in that small mountain village. His family was poor, and he had always been mischievous, simple-minded, and abnormal. No one believed he could achieve anything and bring glory to his ancestors. Only his father had always believed in him, silently encouraging and supporting him with his carrying pole and the food he had hidden away out of desperation.

Each time, he persevered through loneliness and uncertainty; each time, even when deeply hurt, tears welled in his eyes. He knew someone would come to carry him through despair and bring him hope.

He often encouraged himself, telling himself that his future was in his own hands, that nothing was impossible with effort. He eagerly awaited his own stage, studying diligently for his future, constantly trying again and again, even after failure.

Of course, he faced ridicule and sarcasm, but he pretended not to hear it, hoping only that his dream would come true. He persisted, believing that even betting his future wouldn't be a dream, and finally, through his own strength, he passed the university entrance exam. Actually… he cheated cleverly during the exam.

Then, on that day of that year, he gained Xiao Chong's favor, becoming Xiao Chong's underling, and finally had a chance to escape the small mountain village that had impoverished and tormented his father his entire life.

Later, he became a proud soldier, truly bringing honor to his father. Now, he is a government official, a civil servant with a low rank but good benefits.

Finally, he saw all his dreams blossom, but there was no one left to share his joy and sorrow. His father, who had scolded him, hit him, loved him, and favored him, was gone, gone forever. He had planned to use his salary this month to buy his father a gold-plated tie he had never worn in his life, nicknamed "ox tongue," and a designer suit.

He stood silently before his father's grave, his grief indescribable.

His father had left too suddenly; he hadn't had a chance to repay his immense kindness before he departed without a word.

He wanted to cry, but no tears came. When the mourning was like a sea, engulfing him, his father's love was gone. His father's sudden departure left no tears.

He cried, but his father's love would never return.

After the seventh day memorial, Zhang Zhijie composed himself and prepared to go back to work.

His younger brother, riding a Jialing motorcycle with several large holes in the exhaust pipe and a deafening roar, took him to the town bus station and began to instruct him: "

After you leave, work hard. Don't worry about the two acres and seven-tenths of an acre of land back home; your brother and I will cultivate it well!"

Don't make long-distance calls home, it's expensive. If you must call, call in the middle of the night, you can get a discount then!

Don't worry about your sister and older sister, they already have people to take care of them. Don't worry, we're all from the same village. Even if they try to bully them, they can't hide. Your brother and I will always be there to deal with them.

Don't squander your salary. You're not getting any younger, it's time to save some money

and settle down. In our family, in our village, you're the most educated and successful. We don't dare expect you to help the family in any way, we're content as long as you're not a burden!

...

"Brother...no, little brother, please stop, I can't take it anymore!" Zhang Zhijie finally couldn't hold back his tears, moved by his younger brother's concern that felt like that of an older brother.

"That's settled then. Write back when you have time, but don't use too many words, otherwise my brother and I won't understand. I'm going back now!" The younger brother pushed off with his right foot, and the Jialing motorcycle roared back to life like a tractor, drawing attention. He seemed unconcerned, slowly walking back. He really wanted to get back to the fields to harvest this season's rice, but unfortunately, three of the motorcycle's four gears were broken, leaving only the first gear barely engaging.

The rattling sound faded into the distance, but everyone at the station felt it linger in their ears, echoing for a long time.

Zhang Zhijie silently watched his brother leave before joining the others in waiting for the next bus, the last one.

The bus arrived, packed with passengers from another town.

Those who had been lazily sitting, squatting, lying down, or leaning against the wall suddenly scrambled to squeeze onto the last bus, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

Zhang Zhijie was a little intimidated by the scene. Six or seven burly men, more than twice his size, were hanging at each of the front and rear doors of the car. A beautiful woman, about 165cm tall, clenched her fists, frowned, and resolutely tried to get on. He was puzzled; how could there be such a beautiful woman in this small mountain town? But being puzzled was useless; such a woman must have already suffered a terrible fate, her beauty masking her inner rottenness.

While fantasizing, he desperately tried to squeeze on after the woman. Since she couldn't get on, he naturally couldn't either; at most, he could only squeeze her buttocks. The woman

, eager to get on, didn't care about that. Suddenly, the woman had a bright idea. She walked to the window and flirted wildly at a man inside. The man couldn't resist and pulled her in through the window. He was very agile; he grabbed her hand and gently pulled, and the woman bounced into the car like a ball of cotton.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhijie tried to imitate her, flexing his deltoids and biceps at a middle-aged woman who seemed lonely but whose beauty had faded. Whether out of altruism or lust, the woman also tried to pull Zhang Zhijie up.

The weight difference was too great, and the result was that not only did she fail to pull Zhang Zhijie up, but she herself fell out of the bus. Zhang Zhijie quickly grabbed her, managing to catch the "beauty"—but she was an older woman!

Panicked, Zhang Zhijie put her down and returned to the door, scratching his head, at a loss for what to do.

Just as he was at his wit's end, a kind older woman, showing compassion, pushed Zhang Zhijie onto the bus. However, the door closed, and she still couldn't get on. So Zhang Zhijie frantically shouted for the ticket seller to open the door, hoping to let the older woman and the middle-aged woman who had sacrificed herself for him also get on.

Unexpectedly, the ticket seller smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about her." Zhang Zhijie turned around suspiciously, only to find the older woman sitting casually in the driver's seat, and the middle-aged woman finally boarding!

Finally on board, he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but found the bus so crowded he could barely breathe. Zhang Zhijie wasn't having it, so he unleashed his brute force, using both hands and feet to carve out space.

But the thin man next to him immediately pleaded and protested, "Brother, can you stop pushing me? I haven't put my other foot down yet, if you push any further I'll be lifted up!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhijie had no choice but to give in, even kindly retracting his foot so the man could put both feet on the ground.

The man was very grateful and nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Zhijie smiled nonchalantly and remained silent.

How could he dare to speak? Everyone was so close; if he opened his mouth, he'd spit in someone's face!

Thinking this, Zhang Zhijie's gaze couldn't help but search for the beautiful woman. With so many people around, wouldn't she have been touched all over?

He found her; she was safe, surrounded by several middle-aged women. He couldn't see her face, only her flowing hair faintly visible.

Finally, the car arrived in the county town, but there was still a distance to go from the county town to Guangcheng. As soon as Zhang Zhijie got off the car, he immediately prepared for the next battle, wanting to fill his stomach before continuing his life-or-death struggle with the migrant workers.

Zhang Zhijie once again unleashed his 100-meter champion speed, heading far away from the county bus station. The reason was simple: he was more shrewd with money than a thief, knowing that the bus station and anything within a kilometer of it were all rip-offs. No matter what they sold, if you bought anything, you were guaranteed to be overcharged. The most expensive fast food he'd ever eaten cost thirty-five yuan. Back when he was in school, on a long-distance bus passing through Yangcheng, he'd eaten four green vegetables, two and a half slices of fatty pork, a handful of broth, half a bowl of rice, and a whole bowl of soup—egg drop and seaweed soup, made with one egg, two ounces of seaweed, three buckets of water, four drops of oil, and five hours of simmering—a truly delicious, slow-cooked soup! Zhang Zhijie didn't want to eat it then, but the bus kept stopping there, and this place only sold boxed meals. He was starving, so he bought a meal but then went back for three large bowls of soup to barely fill his stomach. He'd been on the bus for two days and one night!

Zhang Zhijie sprinted for two kilometers until he finally saw a seemingly clean, simple, but unassuming noodle shop, and he rushed inside.

Chapter Nine of Xiaocheng: Two-Timing

The noodle shop was doing brisk business, practically packed to the brim. Like Ge You famously said, when eating out, you have to choose the busiest spot, and whatever you're looking for, you need a China Mobile phone! Although Zhang Zhijie didn't watch TV, his advertisements were plastered everywhere, making it hard not to know him.

The proprietress and two waitresses were too busy to attend to him, so he sat down and made himself a pot of tea, slowly sipping it before asking, "Proprietress, what can I eat?"

"Anything but my tofu!" the still-charming proprietress said flirtatiously, causing the diners to burst into laughter, almost spitting out their own saliva, while Zhang Zhijie, usually thick-skinned, blushed deeply.

"Look at the wall!" one of the waitresses kindly reminded him.

"It's all up there!" another waitress added.

Zhang Zhijie looked at the wall and, sure enough, saw a list of all sorts of dishes from their shop, a dazzling array of names, several of which he had never seen or heard of before.

"Boss lady, give me a two-timing scheme!" Zhang Zhijie said, pointing to a spot on the wall.

"Hehe, young man, you have good taste, and you're really greedy! Ordering two right away? One is enough for you, be careful not to capsize!" The proprietress seemed used to being teased, and rarely encountered such a situation. She teased him shamelessly while laughing wildly, all the while simultaneously preparing the noodles—multitasking impressively!

The diners roared with laughter again. Zhang Zhijie didn't dare respond; in public, he didn't have the guts to challenge this seemingly wanton woman. But secretly, he would definitely show her his prowess, just like Lin Xiyu!

The two-timing dish was quickly served. A fragrant aroma, tangy yet not astringent, wafted up, filling the air and instantly soothing the senses. Two words: Comfortable!

In a small dish, a bunch of pale green ginger shreds lay in the renowned Zhenjiang vinegar, like a delicate and charming Jiangnan jade bathing in spring water; in a large bowl, chewy noodles and a special rich broth complemented each other perfectly, like a female warrior in military uniform galloping across the battlefield; a pile of braised pork lay atop the noodles, and picking up a shred of ginger, slurping a mouthful of noodles, and then a bite of braised pork, was just like a strong man embracing two women.

Zhang Zhijie couldn't help but smile: this noodle dish had a rich and lingering flavor, already very close to the taste of love, yet it also carried a slight hint of vinegar—it was practically a noodle version of the taste of love. And that wasn't all; finally, the vinegar and ginger shreds were poured into the large bowl, instantly unleashing the vinegar's aroma, turning the ginger shreds, noodles, and braised pork into a chaotic mess, like two women vying for a husband. The essence of this noodle dish lay in the fact that the flavor was especially delightful when it was all mixed up—wasn't the strange feeling of having two lovers more enjoyable than being alone with one's wife? The noodles were good, the name was even better, and the proprietress was even better—Zhang Zhijie had practically fallen in love with this noodle shop.

He took a big gulp of the rich broth, devoured the noodles, and then drank a small bowl of the special congee that came with the noodles. He patted his stomach contentedly; no matter what, the noodles were truly delicious. Although the price was a bit high, the shop a bit small, and the proprietress a bit lewd, it was worth it.

Looking around at the other people eating their noodles, some of them were clearly poor like him, yet they were still willing to spend the money to eat noodles, which showed how attractive it was.

After finishing his noodles, Zhang Zhijie didn't dare linger in the noodle shop any longer. Firstly, he had to get on his way, and secondly, the proprietress's sexual desire was too strong. While he was eating, she had already teased him several times like a magician, something he, a novice, couldn't handle.

His disheveled appearance as he fled the noodle shop as if his life depended on it only provoked the proprietress's lewd laughter.

After a long while...

"***, he didn't pay!" the landlady roared, so engrossed in flirting with the man that she'd forgotten to collect the bill!

When Zhang Zhijie returned to the county bus station and saw others paying for their tickets, he suddenly remembered he hadn't paid for his noodles. The thought of going back to pay vanished in an instant. Two kilometers plus the round trip was four kilometers; he might as well save his energy for the bus ride later. Free dinners weren't an everyday occurrence, and besides, he'd already been sexually assaulted by the landlady—consider it payment!

With this minor worry gone, he felt carefree and focused solely on returning to Guangcheng. But when he went to the ticket check, he was dumbfounded. The long queue snaked like a snake.

Zhang Zhijie sighed, "When will I ever get a ride?"

Looking closer, he discovered the beautiful woman he'd met in the small town was also in the queue. Although she'd changed her jeans for a skirt for some reason, he recognized her immediately. His advantage was his photographic memory for beautiful women—he could remember them even if they were ashes! What a coincidence! Could it be? Was it fate, or a chance encounter? Whatever, let's get close first!

He walked over to the beautiful woman in front of him: "Hello, we meet again!"

"You...who are you?" The woman clearly had no recollection of him.

This time, Zhang Zhijie finally got a good look at the woman's face and was immediately awestruck. She was stunningly beautiful; words like "beauty that could make fish sink, geese fall from the sky, moon hide, flowers blush, pure as ice, and capable of captivating a nation" didn't quite fit her. What was the most fitting description? Even with his best writing skills, he couldn't think of anything.

"Hey~~ I'm talking to you!" The woman, seeing Zhang Zhijie drooling in a daze, thought she'd encountered an idiot.

"Oh, we just came from here! I even pulled you onto the bus!" Zhang Zhijie's mind raced. The scene was chaotic; who was who, who was pushing, who was jostling, who was shoving, who was pulling… it was impossible to tell anyone apart. And when people got off the bus, they scattered like birds in a flurry, making it even more difficult to distinguish one from another! He was taking a gamble. At worst, he'd just be exposed, scolded, and a little annoyed. But if he succeeded, there would be endless benefits. What were these benefits? As the Buddha said, they cannot be spoken of!

"Ah, it's you! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. It was so crowded and chaotic; my clothes are all dirty!" the beautiful woman apologized to Zhang Zhijie.

"It's alright! Are you going back to Guangcheng too?" Zhang Zhijie asked stupidly. This queue was clearly waiting for the bus to Guangcheng, but he asked on purpose.

"Yes, are you too?" the beautiful woman asked with surprise.

"Hmm, what a coincidence!"

"Then hurry up and cut in front of me!"

"Huh?" Zhang Zhijie was shocked. Wasn't this inappropriate in public?

"Hurry up and cut in!" the beautiful woman said, stepping back to make room for him.

Zhang Zhijie then realized she wasn't asking him to cut in line, just to cut in line.

"No, I'm sorry, but I can't cut in front of you. How about I cut behind you?"

"Okay, fine, you can cut behind me!"

"Adulterous couple!" someone in the line muttered under their breath, but both of them heard it clearly.

"..." The voice stopped abruptly, as both realized their serious slip of the tongue, their faces turning as red as eggplants.

Zhang Zhijie finally stood behind the beautiful woman.

He noticed that the woman was not only young and beautiful, but also, with her legs mostly exposed after changing into a mini-skirt, she appeared even more alluring and sexy, sparking his imagination. Recalling her earlier words, whether intentional or unintentional, Zhang Zhijie couldn't help but feel a surge of desire: "Anyway, she asked me to insert it first."

Theory is theory, practice is practice; they can be completely separate or complementary, but often theory is easy, practice is difficult! The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he looked for another opportunity to strike up a conversation. He noticed the woman was carrying two heavy bags, seemingly luggage and local specialties, so he pretended to be kind and smiled, "You're carrying a lot of things, do you want me to help you carry some?"

The woman politely declined, "Thank you, the bus is coming soon, I can carry it myself."

Zhang Zhijie was about to say something more when the bus arrived at an inopportune moment, so he had to shut up.

As the bus arrived, the beautiful woman unexpectedly faced a very awkward situation. Her skirt was too tight, and she was carrying many things in her hands. The bus was too high, and she couldn't possibly climb on. If she forced herself on, her skirt would definitely tear! Her skirt was also too short; if she tried to lift it up to increase her leg opening, she would inevitably expose herself. Either way, the result would be the same: utter embarrassment!

The passengers behind her began to stir, urging her to hurry up. The woman was truly at a loss, her face flushed red. Zhang Zhijie was also helpless, wanting to help but unable to.

The queue for boarding began to become crowded and chaotic. Suddenly, the woman had a brilliant idea. She secretly unzipped the back of her skirt slightly to loosen it and allow herself to climb on. This might cause the skirt to slip down, which would be very embarrassing, but she had no choice but to take the risk; she was already in a bind.

Strangely, even after pulling the zipper down, her skirt didn't loosen; it was completely useless. So she tried pulling the zipper down further, but it still didn't work, and she still couldn't take a big step.

At this point, the passengers in the queue behind her started to stir again: "Hey! Hurry up!" Even the driver impatiently told the pretty woman, "Hurry up and get on the bus! What's going on here!"

Just when she was truly at her wit's end and didn't know what to do, Zhang Zhijie suddenly and silently lifted her onto the bus.

The beautiful woman was immediately embarrassed, blushing as she questioned Zhang Zhijie, "How could you hug me? That's too much! We're not friends, I don't even know you!"

Zhang Zhijie calmly replied, "After you unzipped my pants for the second time, I started to feel like we were already very good friends, as good as can be!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman fainted before he could even put her down.

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