At Xiehe Hospital, Director Liu, along with Wu Dahai and three gangsters with broken legs, were checking the broken bones under the personal care of Orthopedics Director Zhu.
Naturally, Wu Dahai was treated first, and the other three gangsters endured their pain while waiting on the sidelines.
Director Zhu was the one who had expelled Ye Qingping’s family from the hospital and demanded a payment of two hundred thousand to be admitted.
"Too ruthless, just too ruthless, that inhumane beast turned Brother Hai’s hand into this state." Director Zhu cursed with lingering fear. He and Director Liu were in cahoots and naturally acquainted with Wu Dahai, a notable figure in the underworld.
As he examined, he muttered, "No external injuries, Brother Hai, who the hell did this to you, and how exactly was it done? What weapon was used? It’s too bizarre, just too bizarre. In my seven or eight years of practice, I’ve never encountered such a peculiar situation; all the bones in the palm are shattered, but the skin and flesh remain intact. How could there be such an injury?"
Director Zhu was bewildered, eager to understand the reason, as such knowledge would also enhance his medical expertise. Yet, even if he racked his brains, he could never have guessed that the injury was caused by a squeeze.
Wu Dahai sucked in a cold breath, his face twitching as he rebuked, "Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and fix my hand."
Of course, he wouldn’t disclose how he got injured; it was too humiliating to admit that someone had crushed it with a single squeeze.
"To think of me, Brother Hai, renowned in the underworld, to fall so disgracefully," Wu Dahai lamented.
Director Zhu responded truthfully, "Brother Hai, your injury is severe, and even with treatment overseas, it’s impossible to restore it to its original state. Even if I use all my skills to treat it, I can only mend the broken bones, but this hand of yours is completely ruined. In the future, even lifting something slightly heavy will require caution, as it won’t have any strength."
"Fix it, or I’ll cripple one of your hands." Wu Dahai’s rage surged. He was the chief enforcer beside the Third Gang Leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang, and losing the use of a hand meant a bleak future, possibly dying a violent death on the streets at any time. Therefore, he harbored deep hatred for Ye Fan, the culprit, and vowed revenge.
"Yes, yes, I’ll do my best," Director Zhu wiped cold sweat from his brow, speaking with lingering fear.
"Calm down, Brother Hai, the priority is to heal your hand. We can discuss other matters later." Liu Chan obsequiously said from the side, "I’ve already notified the police. Someone is on the way to Ye Qingping’s family, and it won’t be long before those unruly ones are thrown into jail. Within three to five days, they’ll be reduced to tears."
"Hmm." Wu Dahai replied satisfactorily, suddenly drawing a breath, "Bastard, be gentle! Do you want to kill me with pain?"
"Brother Hai, bear with it, I’m almost done!" Director Zhu nervously flattered.
At the same time, Ye Fan and his three companions also arrived at Xiehe Hospital.
Xiehe Hospital was the most official and best hospital in the area.
A female nurse approached, glancing sympathetically at Ye Qingping, then said bitterly, "Uncle, you should go to another hospital. This hospital can’t admit you, and besides, Liu Chan and some others are with Director Zhu, and meeting them would be disadvantageous for you."
The nurse was giving a good-natured warning. The last time Ye Qingping’s family came to the hospital, there was quite a scene. Many in the hospital felt sorry for Ye Qingping, but no one truly helped, except for Dean Dong and, at most, Director Zhu, whom nobody dared to offend.
"We’re here to see Director Zhu; please take us to him." Ye Fan spoke kindly.
"This...?" The female nurse was very troubled; she didn’t want to see Ye Qingping’s family suffer more humiliation and thus hesitated. She was unwilling to bring them to see Director Zhu.
"Miss, you’re very kind. Don’t talk to us, or you might get dragged into this." Ye Qingping smiled casually, "I know where Director Zhu is; I’ll lead the way."
Ye Fan pushed the wheelchair, heading straight for their destination.
"Why bother?" The female nurse couldn’t bear it, but she was just a small nurse without much power and could only sigh, "Since ancient times, the fate of the poor is cheap. For those with power and influence, who cares about the lives of the poor?"
Ye Juanjuan, Ye Qingping, and Xu Xia didn’t know what capabilities Ye Fan had; they could only follow him.
One of the youths among the three gangsters suddenly opened his eyes wide, fearfully exclaiming, "He... he... he’s here!"
"What do you mean he’s here?" The two gangsters beside him looked in that direction.
At that glance, the three gangsters’ bodies trembled uncontrollably as if they were sieves.
Ye Fan had left a shadow in their hearts, and the moment they saw him, they were terrified.
Liu Chan noticed the anomaly, his gaze flickering as he hurriedly sent a message to his police contact. Yet, he was puzzled, "Could it be they’re here to confront us? Just wait; I’ll show you later."
"What’s wrong?" Wu Dahai asked, puzzled.
"The person who hit you is here," Liu Chan smiled bitterly.
"What?" Wu Dahai was suddenly shocked, forgetting about his injury.
Director Zhu was secretly delighted, thinking this was his chance to impress Wu Dahai. He immediately said, "Brother Hai, rest assured. This is a hospital, the most sacred place. Whoever hit you, I’ll get justice for you."
Ye Fan’s group of four appeared before the others.
Wu Dahai, Liu Chan, and the other three gangsters couldn’t help but feel anxious upon seeing Ye Fan.
Director Zhu took two steps forward, blocking Ye Qingping, and coldly said, "I’ve already told you, our hospital won’t admit you. Even if you beg shamelessly, we won’t treat you. Get lost, or I’ll call the police to have you arrested."
"People are watching; you beast, you’re unworthy of being a doctor." Ye Qingping said, displeased.
"Old thing, with one foot in the grave, you dare..." Director Zhu mocked and cursed.
But suddenly, his cursing halted abruptly.
With a crisp "Slap!" sound, Director Zhu was slapped, seeing stars, with his head buzzing.
Two teeth, accompanied by blood, flew out of his mouth.
This was Ye Fan taking action, landing a slap directly on Director Zhu, who spoke insolently, serving him a lesson.