The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 16 You Are Sick Now

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Zhao Erhu was a rather composed man. Yesterday, he heard about Yan Xiaobao’s "glorious feat" of lifting a cauldron over his head and didn’t dare to start a fight rashly. He stepped forward and said, "Young brother, we’re all reasonable people here. There’s no need to fight over every little thing. Can you do me a favor and let go of my brother-in-law first?"

"You know me?" Yan Xiaobao looked at Zhao Erhu with a faint sense of curiosity.

Zhao Erhu froze for a moment, then responded, "Nope, first time meeting today."

"Then that’s that. I don’t know you either. Why should I show you any respect?" Yan Xiaobao’s face carried an expression of complete bewilderment. "Are you, like, brain-damaged or something?"

"Jesus Christ!" Zhao Erhu, though composed, was still a street thug at heart. There was a limit to his patience, and he instantly waved his hand, shouting, "Get him!"

"Damn it! You don’t take kindness seriously? I’m gonna beat you to death!"

"Friggin’ hell! Not giving face to Brother Hu? Tired of living, huh?"

"Brothers, get him! Kill this bastard!"

The dozen or so punks inside the shop started yelling as they charged forward, and the dozen or so outside rushed in after them.

"Huh? You guys wanna brawl? Why the hell didn’t you start earlier? Made me stand here listening to their nonsense and wasting my time." Yan Xiaobao gleefully strode forward to meet the thugs head-on.

"Smack—Argh—Thud!" The foremost thug with a rooster-shaped hairstyle took the first hit—a slap so hard that three of his teeth went flying. He somersaulted over the heads of the crowd and crashed onto the street outside.

"Smack smack smack..."

"Agh agh agh..."

"Thud! Thud! Thud..."

The twenty or thirty gang members turned into a makeshift acrobat troupe, performing a "low-altitude flying men" act. In clumps of three to five at a time, they traced arcs through the air with all kinds of screams before crashing out of Dexi Hall’s front door and onto the street.

In less than thirty seconds, Dexi Hall’s interior became eerily empty. Besides Yan Xiaobao, Xia Rou, and two others, there were only four remaining from Zhao Erhu’s group still standing. The rest had been launched outside, forming a human mountain pile-up.

"Hiss——"

Zhao Erhu let out a sharp intake of breath. If he weren’t witnessing this in person, he wouldn’t have believed it. This fair-skinned, harmless-looking young man, Yan Xiaobao, turned out to be such a beast—his combat prowess was downright apocalyptic!

"Rourou, honey, do you want to guess why I let these four stay and didn’t toss them out?" Yan Xiaobao asked smugly, looking at Xia Rou.

Although Xia Rou had already mentally prepared herself for Yan Xiaobao’s incredible skills, she was still startled. Hearing his question, she hadn’t yet recovered, only managing a blank shake of her head.

"Because I noticed, honey, that you’re kind of broke. It seems you can’t afford to support me. So, I figured I’d earn some money for you." Yan Xiaobao turned his gaze toward Zhao Erhu and said, "Hey! You, Tiger-whatever!"

"Uh..." Zhao Erhu’s mind was still spinning as he reflexively responded with a grunt.

"You just said my wife owes you how much?"

"Two hundred seventy-six thousand four hundred..." Zhao Erhu had a natural knack for numbers and, despite his muddled thoughts, recalled the amount clearly.

"Oh..." Yan Xiaobao nodded as if in deep thought, muttering, "Third Brother said back when he treated people, his rates were—what was it? A hundred for medical care, fifty-fifty for life-saving? Sounds about right."

Finished mumbling, Yan Xiaobao suddenly extended a finger and poked Zhao Erhu right in the Dantian.

Zhao Erhu hadn’t processed what was happening, but when it hit him, he exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Healing you," Yan Xiaobao replied.

"Healing me?" Zhao Erhu said, baffled. "I’m not sick..."

"You weren’t before. Now you are." Yan Xiaobao grinned slyly. "Starting now, you won’t be able to sleep with your wife anymore."

"What?" Zhao Erhu was horrified and instinctively looked down. At thirty-something years old, the thought of losing his virility was enough to wreck his world.

"Relax, it’s not hopeless. I can cure you," Yan Xiaobao reassured him, waving a finger. "But my rules are: a hundred for treatment, fifty-fifty for life-saving. You give me a million bucks, and I’ll fix you up."

"You... this... I..." Zhao Erhu was completely overwhelmed.

"No rush. This condition won’t kill you, doesn’t hurt or itch. Go home and think it through carefully." Yan Xiaobao finished, then suddenly slapped Sunx Peng without warning.

The slap came out of nowhere; Sunx Peng was momentarily dumbfounded. "Why... Why are you hitting me again?"

"Are you stupid?" Yan Xiaobao stared at Sunx Peng like he was an idiot. "Yesterday, you came to steal my wife, so I hit you. Today, you’re back to steal my wife again—obviously, I’m gonna hit you!"

"..." Sunx Peng, who got slapped yesterday and lost two yellow teeth, had his left cheek swollen sky-high, needing to tilt his head to eat or drink. Now his right cheek received another slap, losing two more teeth. This time, eating was completely out of the picture.

"Mark my words, every time I see you in the future, I’ll knock out two of your teeth. Let’s see how much bank you’ve got to keep stealing my wife." Having taught Sunx Peng a lesson, Yan Xiaobao shifted his gaze to Sunx Mei.

Sunx Mei shivered fiercely, ducking behind Zhao Erhu, holding her breath in terror.

Yan Xiaobao pondered briefly, realizing he currently had no excuse to hit Sunx Mei, and instead walked up to Lobster Liu.

"B-B-Bro! I... I didn’t provoke you today!" Lobster Liu’s bulky figure trembled, his rolls of fat jiggling disgustingly, which annoyed Yan Xiaobao. He waved his hand disdainfully. "You’re so damn ugly, I don’t even feel like hitting you. Get lost!"

"Y-Yes, yes, yes..." Lobster Liu immediately dropped to the floor, curled into a fleshy ball, and rolled out the front door. Not daring to abandon Zhao Erhu, he lay flat among the pile of two dozen thugs pretending to be dead.

"Oh, by the way, I love eating lobsters—ten-pounders, the fresh, kicking kind. Get me some, or I’ll invite you out for beers every day."

Yan Xiaobao’s voice drifted out of the shop, and Lobster Liu dared not utter even a word of dissent, hurriedly agreeing.

"So, are you fixing your problem or not?" Yan Xiaobao circled back, standing in front of Zhao Erhu.

"I..." Zhao Erhu was utterly unsure of what to do.

If he had the condition, of course he’d want it cured, but a million bucks? That felt like peeling his skin off. Plus, Yan Xiaobao only poked him lightly—so maybe he was bluffing? Better go home and test things first.

"Not fixing it? Then get the hell out of here! Don’t ruin my time with my wife." Yan Xiaobao impatiently waved him off, shooing him away like a fly.

The shocked Zhao Erhu acted as if he’d been pardoned, hastily gathering Sunx Mei, Sunx Peng, and the dazed gang members, fleeing for their lives.

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