I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 116 xian?

After a meal, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

The restaurant owner just didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The two burly men spent a lot of money, but they also scared away many customers. At first glance, they thought they were gang leaders negotiating. Who would dare to come in?

Lin Xi had no doubts about whether to leave Hong Kong Island. He certainly would not run away like this. He was just a little curious as to why Ying Luo had tolerated his troublemaking before, but suddenly wanted to catch him.

It seems like he didn't do anything?

Injuring Sagat and letting Terry and Dong Zhang go are too insignificant compared to uprooting Yingluo's network of relationships in Hong Kong Island.

There's no point thinking about these things. Hong Kong Island is a mess right now. The appearance of Majo and Weiss means that Lucal Bernstein, the troublemaker and boxing king, will also come to Hong Kong Island. Lin Xi is not surprised at all that this guy would show up.

Whenever Rugal sees a strong person in The King of Fighters, he wants to tease him. While secretly learning their skills, he also tries every means to turn the strong person into a figurine.

Add in the Street Fighter Troublemaker Shadow Law, and Hong Kong Island is now simply a cesspool.

Wait a minute!! Sitting on the minibus heading to Qingshan Hospital, Lin Xi suddenly became confused about her own thinking. Lucard and Ying Luo were the troublemakers, so who was the shit?

So what should we stir?

He fell into deep thought, and until he arrived at Qingshan Hospital, he hadn't figured out what words to use to describe himself. After all, strictly speaking, he was also a person who was stirred up.

The process of entering Qingshan Hospital was smooth. With the dual effects of his size and money, it only took him ten minutes to see Wang Qiang lying on the bed in a daze.

In fact, Wang Qiang is lucky. The prices of public hospitals and private hospitals in Hong Kong Island are very different. The prices of psychiatric hospitals are even more outrageous. As of now, there are only about 170 psychiatrists in the whole of Hong Kong Island, and on average one doctor sees more than 20 patients an hour.

Castle Peak Hospital is considered the top public psychiatric hospital in Hong Kong Island. It is difficult for ordinary people to get an appointment there, and it is possible to wait for a year or two, not to mention staying there.

Twenty years ago, when Qingshan Hospital had just been in operation for a few years, Wang Qiang fell ill and was sent there, occupying a long-term ward from which he never came out again.

But even so, the Wang family had actually stopped caring about him a long time ago. There is no filial son for a patient who has been bedridden for a long time. He has been supported by government subsidies all along, and the low costs of public hospitals have allowed him to stay there for twenty years.

"Sir, I don't know what your relationship with him is." The nurse who brought Lin Xi in considered the words and said, "But a madman who kills people will not be sentenced."

He took the money, gave a reminder, and then turned and left. The old madman had lived there for so long, had no relatives to visit him, and didn't have much money. He was a pure social parasite, and he didn't care even if he was killed.

Looking through the window at the door, there is a four-person room inside. Two of them are lying straight, and the other two are nowhere to be found. The one leaning against the window has white hair and an old face, but it can be vaguely recognized that he is Wang Qiang from that year.

As soon as I entered the room, the smell inside was extremely bad, even Lin Xi, who had great patience, had to frown and hold his breath.

Wang Qiang and another patient lying on the bed at the door seemed to have no reaction at all to someone coming in, especially the other patient, who was drooling and just staring at the ceiling blankly. It seemed that he had probably taken some sedative drugs.

"Uncle Qiang."

Lin Xi stood in front of the bed and called out. Wang Qiang, who was lying straight, began to tremble when he heard the voice. Then he rolled over and knelt on the bed. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out. His eyes were full of bloodshot. His skinny hands were curled up in front of his chest. He tilted his head to look at the person in front of the bed for a while, and opened his mouth with difficulty:
"Oh, ah, ha, huh"

All the sounds he made were breathy and it was impossible to make out what he was saying. He hadn't communicated with anyone for so long that he had almost lost his ability to speak.

Lin Xi looked at the old and miserable Wang Qiang, and felt a little touched. In his memory, Uncle Qiang was a very good person. Although he was not handsome, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very spirited. Compared with the mentally ill old man in front of him, the contrast was too strong.

However, the other party actually responded, proving that it was definitely related to him, so he whispered:

"It's me, Lin Xi. Do you remember Uncle Qiang?"

"Woo~" Tears flowed from Wang Qiang's eyes. He banged his head on the bed frantically, making the bed board sound loudly.

"Uncle Qiang." Lin Xi stretched out his hand and held the other person down. If he continued to knock like this, he would probably kill himself.

He was not in a hurry to get the answer now. After all, it happened twenty years ago, so he could just take his time.

Wang Qiang was crawling on the bed, his body still shaking, but he did not continue to kowtow. He just sobbed softly, as if he was crying, but his voice was very hoarse.

"Uncle Qiang, I'll come to see you next time." Lin Xi was about to take his hand away.

"Snapped!"

Wang Qiang's dry palm suddenly grasped Lin Xi's wrist, his knuckles turned white, and he squeezed very hard. Indistinct sounds continued to come out of his mouth, and then he slowly raised his head, with a very strange expression on his face. His facial features kept squeezing together, trying to say something, and finally uttered a word:
"xian...xian..."

Not Cantonese, but Mandarin?

Lin Xi's first reaction was this, and then she began to think about which character "xian" it was. There are many homophones for the first tone of "xian".

Unfortunately, saying this word seemed to have used up all of Wang Qiang's energy. After saying it, he fell down and fainted.

Now the problem arises.

It's obvious that Wang Qiang knows something, but he has almost lost the ability to speak, and it's noteworthy that he speaks Mandarin. Also, why does it have anything to do with me?

Lin Xi let go of his hand. He couldn't piece together the information in his head. Xian? Xian? Xian? What kind of random and uncommon characters are these? Or is it not Mandarin at all, but a Cantonese character? Or was it originally a sentence or a word that was not finished?
With just these few clues, no one can guess anything.

For now, let Honghu check Wang Qiang’s hometown and the words related to this pronunciation.

Lin Xi thought for a moment and decided to leave the investigation of these things to professionals, since that guy liked to meddle in other people's business anyway.

He used Qi to check Wang Qiang's body and found that he was fine. Apart from severe aging, some old age diseases and malnutrition, he was generally healthy and had not contracted any serious diseases. His coma was caused by being too excited.

After leaving the ward, Lin Xi once again found the nurse who brought him in, gave him some money, asked him to take good care of Wang Qiang, and told him that he would make time to come next time. Then he left Qingshan Hospital and took a taxi straight to the police station. He had to get rid of the blame after all.

(End of this chapter)