The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1309 - 803: The Delivery Gang’s Most Luxurious Medical Team
"Are you saying you know the reason behind it?"
There’s no saying like "solving a case" in Metropolis, but Ma Baoli could roughly guess the meaning.
"That’s right. The boxing of the Mixed Yuan Xingyi Sect is fake, but your boxing is real."
Liu Zheng replied.
"How is that possible?!"
Ma Baoli became agitated again.
"Why isn’t it possible? Don’t get worked up, let me tell you a story."
He calmed her.
"...Go ahead."
Ma Baoli barely managed to calm down.
"Once upon a time, there was a minister named Bi Gan, who had a Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart and was very upright. The demon concubine of the king didn’t like him, so she incited the king to dig out his heart to see if it was truly a Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart."
"After Bi Gan’s heart was dug out, he felt very disappointed with the king and wandered aimlessly on the streets. People saw him and were puzzled, murmuring to each other, saying ’It’s so strange, so strange.’"
"Bi Gan then asked them, what are you finding strange? The people told him they were wondering how he could still be alive without a heart."
"Upon hearing this, Bi Gan muttered to himself, ’So without a heart, one cannot live?’ Then he died." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Liu Zheng briefly narrated the story of "Bi Gan’s heart being dug out."
"But we all believe that the Mixed Yuan Heart Intent Fist is real."
Ma Baoli caught a flaw.
"People are different. Bi Gan had a Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart, which meant his physical condition far exceeded ordinary people. He could live for a while before his breath dissipated. For regular people, without a heart and no breath, they’d be gone instantly."
He replied.
"In reality, ’Bi Gan’s heart being dug out’ is just a fable, but in Metropolis, it’s part of daily life, making it particularly convincing."
"But when my dad demonstrated boxing to me, its power was real. One time, he even destroyed the martial arts field."
Ma Baoli argued.
"The same perception manifests differently in different people. For example, if I think Metropolis is a friendly and harmonious place, people would think I’ve eaten too much sewer food. But if the Supreme Councilman thinks the same, Metropolis might actually turn into a paradise."
"I call this the material principle of idealism."
Liu Zheng said.
In fact, he had a more fitting analogy.
In reality, there’s a common joke: if it’s too hot for astronauts to go into space during the day, what should they do? The general waved his hand and said, then we’ll go at night, and the crowd applauded.
But in Metropolis, this might not be a joke at all.
"..."
Ma Baoli fell silent.
She had to admit Liu Zheng made sense.
"Am I really that powerful?"
Ma Baoli spoke again, her tone a mix of confusion and pride.
"Reaching the level of Inner Training Five Thunders with a fake boxing technique at the age of twenty, what do you think?"
Liu Zheng replied speechlessly.
At twenty, he was still practicing horse stance.
"That’s just your guess, not yet proven."
Ma Baoli still didn’t want to admit her family’s boxing was fake, after all, the tuition Ma Fuguo charged was real.
Although Ma Fuguo had various faults, overall he wasn’t a bad person, and the pampered and inexperienced Ma Baoli he raised wouldn’t turn out too bad naturally.
"In fact, I also have some guesses about why your father can’t even damage people’s clothes."
Liu Zheng ignored her attempts to save face and continued.
"What guesses?"
Ma Baoli asked.
"If it’s really as I said, then your father is also quite special. When he’s full of confidence, his boxing can damage public and private property if not people. But when he loses confidence, his boxing can’t even damage anything."
He said.
"How could my dad lack confidence in himself?"
Unknowingly, Ma Baoli had started to believe Liu Zheng’s words.
"Because of you. You even said that since you were ten, your dad couldn’t teach you anymore; wouldn’t any father start doubting himself?"
Liu Zheng said.
"I, I don’t know..."
Ma Baoli was bewildered.
She wanted to refute Liu Zheng’s words, but the memories of those moments, those mixed looks of comfort and complexity from Ma Fuguo, prevented her from doing so.
"You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Being defeated by his own daughter is barely acceptable, since the young ones outshine the old, and the family keeps their own talents. But defeated by an outsider he looks down upon, your dad’s Daoist heart has completely shattered."
"I even suspect your family has some talent for turning will into reality, causing your dad’s belief collapse to manifest directly in his physique."
Liu Zheng speculated.
"All of this is just your guess. And even if you’re right, how can we treat it?"
Ma Baoli asked.
We couldn’t possibly let her cripple her martial arts in front of her dad, could we? That would just make Ma Fuguo die of fury.
"Knowing the cause means it can be treated. My team of doctors is quite impressive; let’s have them conduct an expert consultation first."
Liu Zheng said.
"You, a delivery person, have a team of doctors under you?"
Ma Baoli asked in surprise.
"Don’t underestimate the gang leader of the Delivery Gang, okay? We have talent aplenty among our ranks, not to mention our formal members; even our exterior members have their own skills."
"The head of the Bai Family, the Sun God Priest and director of ’Imhurst’ Clinic, the medical Ph.D. at City First University and youngest deputy chief physician at the hospital, isn’t this lineup sufficient to treat your dad?"
