Chapter 811: Foul Play
Chapter 811: Foul Play
It was uncommon for disputes to occur at a clinic, and on the rare occasions they did, they were usually quickly resolved. Essentially, no one wanted to cause a scene at a medical facility. Besides, Feng Ye had already established himself as a renowned doctor of his generation.
Regardless of one's power or influence, there was always a chance of injury or illness, and seeking medical attention was inevitable. Naturally, no one wanted to provoke a conflict with a doctor.
However, the patient they had taken in this time seemed to be in deep trouble.
As night fell, the man with the knife wound, who had been quietly resting on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in them as he struggled to turn and get up.
He propped himself up and took a few steps forward, feeling a slight improvement in his mobility. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the door, opening it and stepping out.
The courtyard was pitch-dark.
He made his way along the corridor, quietly heading for the exit.
Just as he was about to reach the door, a lamp suddenly lit up.
The man was startled.
Turning around, he saw two figures standing behind him. One was Feng Ye, clad in a loose robe, seemingly just out of bed, and beside him was Kanroji Mitsuri, holding a lantern.
"Really now, you're badly injured. I already told you to stay in bed and rest!" Mitsuri exclaimed, annoyed. She held the lantern in one hand and placed the other on her hip, but then, realizing her posture wasn't very ladylike, she lowered it and walked towards the man. "Now, get back to bed!"
A helpless look flashed in the man's eyes, and he finally sighed, "Thank you for saving me, but please let me go. My presence here will only bring you trouble..."
"That's out of the question!" Mitsuri vetoed.
The man knew he had to explain the situation, so he sighed again and said, "I'm from the south side of town. Our area is under the thumb of a black organization called 'Ghost Head'. Yesterday, they went too far, and I killed one of them before fleeing here..."
"They won't let me off the hook. You're good people, and I don't want you to get involved. I'd blame myself even if I died. Please let me go. I'll run far away, and as long as I leave this place, I'll be fine."
Mitsuri's face paled in shock.
Although she had suspected the man's origins, she hadn't expected it to be like this. She hesitated, glancing at Feng Ye, who was standing behind her.
This matter was too serious for her to decide on her own. If she had been ignorant of the situation, it would have been fine, but now that she knew, she had to consult Feng Ye, especially since it involved a black organization.
From behind, Feng Ye remained calm and was about to speak.
But before he could say anything, a loud bang came from the courtyard gate, as if it had been struck by a tremendous force. The latch shattered, and the gate swung wide open.
A group of about a dozen people dressed in black rushed into the yard. Embroidered on their clothes with silver thread was the symbol of a 'ghost head', and the leader wore a crimson version on his attire.
"Hmph, did you really think you could get away?" The leader of the Ghost Head organization stepped in, brandishing a club.
The Ghost Head organization was a small but notable black organization in the local impoverished area, consisting of several dozen members. They had connections with corrupt officials and usually extorted protection money from the locals.
"Hah! I wasn't even worried about you guys!" The injured man's face turned cold, but he showed no fear as he glared at the Ghost Head leader.
A flash of anger appeared in the leader's eyes, and he ordered, "Get him! Take him back and teach him what it means to wish for death but not get it!"
At the leader's command, the surrounding organization members moved in to capture the man.
Feng Ye's eyes sparkled with determination as he faced the members of the Ghost Head organization, unafraid even in the face of their weapons.
The members of the Ghost Head organization paused, many of them recognizing Feng Ye as the renowned doctor in the area.
The leader of the Ghost Head organization, noting Feng Ye's presence, retracted his murderous aura and put on a smile. "Doctor Feng Ye, I am well aware of your rules, but this man here has killed one of our own. I must take him back, so I ask that you turn a blind eye to this."
He held a degree of respect for Feng Ye, as the doctor had once saved one of his subordinates who had been severely injured. He knew that engaging in this line of work meant that he might one day suffer a similar injury and require Feng Ye's medical expertise.
However, Feng Ye shook his head. "Rules are rules. He has come to my clinic, paid for his treatment, and is now my patient. You cannot take him from me."
The Ghost Head leader frowned, disagreeing. "That's too rigid, Doctor Feng Ye. Even if you heal him, I will still kill him once he leaves. This is just a waste of medicine and effort."
Feng Ye walked up and stood in front of the injured man, blocking the others.
Annoyance flashed in the leader's eyes. He respected Feng Ye, but that didn't mean he feared a mere doctor. Since Feng Ye was being so uncooperative, he decided to stop holding back. After all, there were plenty of famous doctors other than Feng Ye!
"Get him!" the leader shouted.
His subordinates rushed towards the injured man. Some of them even apologized to Feng Ye as they reached out to grab him and pull him aside.
But just as their hands were about to touch Feng Ye...
Bang!
The owners of those hands were sent flying backward at an even faster speed.
"Don't... commit such acts of violence in our clinic!"
Kanroji Mitsuri had appeared in front of Feng Ye, standing protectively before him. In her hand was a long stick, which she brandished, sending several people flying with a single sweep.
Her eyes were resolute. Though it might not be proper for her to display such violence in front of Feng Ye, she couldn't hold back now that someone had threatened his safety.
"You..."
The Ghost Head leader was taken aback by the sudden display of immense strength from the slender girl standing behind Feng Ye. Seven or eight of his men couldn't even get close to her.
His eyes narrowed, and he took two steps forward, swinging his club.
Smack!
Mitsuri raised the wooden stick and forcefully deflected the blow. Her strength, ten times that of an ordinary person, infused the stick with terrifying power. Upon impact, one end of the stick disintegrated into sawdust.
At the same time, the Ghost Head leader's palm was shaken open, and he lost his grip on his club, sending it flying out of the window. He stumbled backward several steps before coming to a halt.
The injured man stared, his eyes wide with shock. He never expected that the delicate girl standing beside Feng Ye possessed such monstrous strength, unlike any normal human!
(End of Chapter)
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