"So that's how it is."
Wan Yunting held Su Ke'er in his arms, looking at the girl pouting with a flushed face, appearing both annoyed and wronged, which was quite endearing. He smiled and comforted her, "What's there to be angry about? We can just find work at another hospital."
"But they bullied you, and this matter cannot be let go!"
Su Ke'er's large eyes lit up, and she hooked her fair, slender arms around Wan Yunting's neck, happily swaying in his embrace, "How do you want to vent my anger for me?"
"Hiss, gently..."
Wan Yunting winced from her forceful grip. Su Ke'er's pretty face flushed, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, saying sweetly, "Let me rub it for you..."
"Uh..."
Wan Yunting didn't refuse, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he said, "How about I go and teach him a lesson?"
"How will you teach him?"
Su Ke'er tilted her head up, looking at him questioningly. Wan Yunting chuckled, "How about beating him up?"
Su Ke'er also flashed an evil grin, excitedly saying, "That sounds great, but I'm worried that if you really beat that guy up and he spreads it online, you might get cyberbullied again."
Wan Yunting cupped Su Ke'er's chubby cheeks and rubbed them, chuckling, "Don't worry, I'll cover his head and give him a good beating to vent your anger. I guarantee he won't know who hit him."
"Haha, that's perfect..."
Upon hearing that he would beat Zhang Changlin with his head covered, Su Ke'er excitedly threw herself into Wan Yunting's embrace, pinching his nose with her small hands and giggling, "Yunting Ge, you're so wicked, I love it."
Wan Yunting embraced Su Ke'er's soft, plump waist and smiled, "Who told him to bully you? He deserves a good lesson."
"Mmm, when are we going?"
"What time does he usually get off work?"
"He's on the day shift now, so he gets off at 7:30 PM."
"Okay, there's still time. We'll go find him later..."
"Okay, okay, *ying*, Yunting Ge, what are your hands doing? Nooooo~"
At 7:30 PM, in the emergency department of the People's Hospital, Zhang Changlin, having taken off his white coat, walked out of the emergency department and headed towards the hospital's underground parking lot to get his car. He was on the phone with a girl, "I'll come pick you up now. See you later, muah, bye..."
Zhang Changlin reached his car and was about to hang up the phone while opening the car door when suddenly, a black bag was thrown over his head. Startled, Zhang Changlin cried out, "Who is it? What do you want? Ah..."
Wan Yunting, with Su Ke'er, without a word, started beating Zhang Changlin mercilessly. He didn't even have a chance to remove the black bag from his head because Wan Yunting had tied it in a knot.
Su Ke'er, gathering all her strength, kicked the fallen Zhang Changlin with her flat shoes, gritting her teeth and suppressing her voice, "Beat you to death, beat you to death, you scoundrel..."
Even Wan Yunting, watching from the side, raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had never seen Su Ke'er so angry and willing to resort to violence. He didn't expect her to be so fierce when fighting, causing Zhang Changlin on the ground to yelp continuously...
"Someone's coming, that's enough. Let's go."
Seeing someone descending ahead and feeling it was enough, Wan Yunting pulled Su Ke'er and they jogged away...
"Ah, who..."
Zhang Changlin lay on the ground, struggling for a long time before he could finally tear off the bag covering his head. His left eye was bruised, his lips were red and bleeding, and his nose was almost crooked.
He got up with a face full of rage. A sharp pain shot through his waist, and his legs felt weak, almost making him fall again. He could only clutch his right ribs, which had been kicked several times, and look around angrily, roaring, "Bastards, don't let me catch you, or I'll make you regret it..."
Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er, having already run out of the underground parking lot, could still hear Zhang Changlin's enraged roars from below. This made Su Ke'er unable to hold back her laughter. She linked her arm with Wan Yunting's and said happily, "That was so satisfying, Yunting Ge, thank you."
"Silly girl, what are you thanking me for?"
Wan Yunting embraced her waist, and they walked together towards their parked car. He said, "Don't go back to the hospital to work anymore. After a while, when my medical clinic opens, you can help me out there. We'll be hiring anyway."
"Wow, Yunting Ge, you're opening a medical clinic? How come I didn't know?" Su Ke'er exclaimed in surprise.
Wan Yunting smiled, "I've been busy treating patients at home lately. I asked someone to find a place, and then handled the renovations and everything for the clinic, so I didn't have time to tell you."
Su Ke'er nodded, smiling happily, "That's great! I'll be able to work with you every day from now on. Just thinking about it makes me so happy."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile. The clinic needed staff, and Ke'er was already in the medical field. Although she didn't study traditional Chinese medicine, she could still assist.
"Huh, Wang Zhuyu!"
Just as Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er were about to leave the hospital, they saw two people entering from the main entrance in the distance.
The woman wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and flat shoes, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, revealing her delicate and pretty face. Her elegantly shaped eyebrows were heroic, and her pair of phoenix eyes shone brightly, possessing an extraordinary aura. It was Wang Zhuyu, who had joined the Wu Liang Daoist temple back then.
"Who is it?"
Su Ke'er followed his gaze. Wan Yunting said, "She's a disciple from our Daoist temple. She learned martial arts from me."
"But why is she at the hospital?"
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow. Wang Zhuyu was accompanied by a man who looked very similar to her. They were likely father and daughter. So Wan Yunting guessed that Wang Zhuyu's family member might be ill, which was why they were at the hospital. He then brought Su Ke'er closer and called out from afar, "Zhuyu...!"
Wang Zhuyu was walking into the hospital with her father. Hearing someone call her name, the voice was very familiar. She immediately turned her head to look. Upon seeing Wan Yunting, her phoenix eyes widened in surprise, and she happily shouted, "Shifu...!"
Wang Zhuyu's father, Wang Zhengde, also turned his head to look at Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er approaching. He didn't recognize them, but hearing his daughter call the other person "Shifu," Wang Zhengde asked, "Zhuyu, are they from that Daoist temple?"
"Dad, this is Wan Yunting." Wang Zhuyu excitedly told her father.
"Oh, so he's the master of that Daoist temple."
Now Wang Zhengde was surprised. When Wang Zhuyu went to the Wu Liang Daoist temple to study, she specifically sought out Wan Yunting, so her father Wang Zhengde knew about this.
When Wang Zhuyu was at the Daoist temple, she often mentioned to her father during phone calls how Wan Yunting taught her martial arts. However, Wang Zhengde was from a rural county and ran a small business. He rarely paid attention to things on the internet or in the news, so he didn't know about Wan Yunting's other deeds, only hearing about them through word of mouth.
In any case, Wang Zhengde knew that his daughter greatly admired this person named Wan Yunting.
"Zhuyu, why are you here at the hospital?" Wan Yunting asked, pulling Su Ke'er along.
"Shifu, my mother is sick and is hospitalized for treatment at this hospital," Wang Zhuyu replied.
"I see."
Just as he had guessed, Wan Yunting looked at the man beside Wang Zhuyu and asked, "This is your father, isn't it?"
"Yes, this is my dad."
Wang Zhuyu quickly introduced her father. Wang Zhengde also politely smiled at Wan Yunting, "Hello, my daughter often talks about you. She says your martial arts are very powerful."
"Uncle, you flatter me."
Wan Yunting waved his hands with a smile, then asked Wang Zhuyu, "What is your mother's illness? Is it serious?"
"It's breast cancer, in the early stage. She's scheduled for surgery to remove it tomorrow," Wang Zhuyu sighed.
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "May I go and see her?"
"Of course."
Wang Zhuyu knew that Wan Yunting was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and she herself had studied TCM. She had been an apprentice to an old TCM doctor in the county town for several years and had worked in a TCM clinic for a few years, but compared to Wan Yunting, Wang Zhuyu was still lacking.
So Wang Zhuyu happily led Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er, following her father Wang Zhengde into the hospital. They arrived at the ward where her mother was temporarily staying. A woman was sitting on the hospital bed, chatting with another patient about everyday matters. Seeing her husband and daughter return, Meng Hui smiled, "Zhuyu, you're back. Did you buy everything?"
"Yes, here you go..."
Wang Zhuyu placed the daily necessities on the bedside table, then pointed to Wan Yunting who had followed them and introduced him to her mother, "Mom, let me introduce you, this is the Wan Guan Master Wan Yunting that I mentioned to you before!"
Meng Hui looked at Wan Yunting in surprise and said, "So you're the master of that Daoist temple."
"Hello, Auntie."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. It had to be said that Wang Zhuyu and her mother looked very alike, as if they were carved from the same mold.
"Wan Guan Master, please sit..."
Wang Zhengde brought a chair over, and Wan Yunting thanked him.
"Mom, Wan Guan Master came specially to see your illness," Wang Zhuyu said.
"He can treat illnesses?"
Meng Hui pointed at Wan Yunting with a hint of doubt. Wang Zhuyu rolled her eyes at her mother and smiled, "Didn't I tell you before that his medical skills are very impressive? A while ago, six children poisoned by oleander were brought to the emergency department of this hospital. The hospital couldn't save them, but my Shifu saved them. It was even reported in the news."
"That impressive? Is his medical skill even better than that old Wang from the county town?" Meng Hui exclaimed in surprise.
The old Wang she was referring to was an old TCM doctor under whom Wang Zhuyu studied medicine in the county town.
"Auntie, I heard from Zhuyu that you have early-stage breast cancer. I've treated early-stage breast cancer before. If you trust me, why don't you let me take your pulse and have a look?" Wan Yunting said with a smile.
"Mom, just let my Shifu take a look," Wang Zhuyu urged from the side.
Her father, Wang Zhengde, remained silent. Meng Hui exchanged a glance with him. Although she had heard her daughter say that Wan Yunting's medical skills were very impressive, seeing him so young, she still had some doubts. However, since her daughter had invited him, it wouldn't be right not to let him take her pulse. Meng Hui smiled and extended her wrist, "Then I'll trouble you."
Wan Yunting could see that Wang Zhuyu's parents didn't believe him. He smiled and said nothing, then took his mother's wrist and carefully felt her pulse. After examining both wrists diligently, Wan Yunting finally opened his mouth and smiled, "You found this illness early, it's not serious."
Meng Hui smiled and nodded, "This is all thanks to Zhuyu. She came home a few days ago and took my pulse to check my health, which is how this illness was discovered. It's just that the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow, and I'm still a bit scared."
"What are you afraid of?" Wang Zhengde said, "It's just an excision surgery, it won't be dangerous."
These words displeased Meng Hui, "Easy for you to say, it's not your illness. How about letting the doctor give you a few cuts to try?"
"Sweat, Mom, look at what you're saying." Seeing her mother retort to her father, Wang Zhuyu was left speechless.
Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er both chuckled, then Wan Yunting said, "Auntie, actually, your illness is not serious. Even without surgery, it can be cured with traditional Chinese medicine, and there will be no residual after-effects of recurrence."
"Traditional Chinese medicine treatment?" Meng Hui was surprised to hear this.
Wang Zhuyu's heart leaped with joy, and she quickly said, "Shifu, you said before that you've treated similar patients. Is that patient fully recovered now?"
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, "Yes, fully recovered. It was treated with acupuncture and herbal decoctions. If the recovery is good, the tumor can be eliminated within three months."
"Really?"
Meng Hui was tempted upon hearing this.
However, Wang Zhengde raised an eyebrow, showing some disbelief. He had a deep understanding of what traditional Chinese medicine was like from his experience with old Wang from the county town.
Therefore, he didn't believe that an illness like breast cancer could be cured with traditional Chinese medicine without surgical removal.
Wan Yunting glanced at Wang Zhuyu's father and smiled as he stood up, "Zhuyu, it's getting late, I have other things to attend to, so I need to go. Take good care of your mother."
"Oh, okay Shifu, I'll see you out..."
Wang Zhuyu was still a bit slow to react and could only escort Wan Yunting and Su Ke'er out of the ward. Her parents then began to argue about whether to undergo TCM treatment or continue with the planned surgery to remove the breast cancer the next day...