Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

Ye Chen's profile shows that he comes from humble beginnings and has no special background.

This kind of person is the typical example of someone who, once they have a little money, forgets who society revolves around.

The Mediterranean middle-aged man felt that this kind of person could be easily manipulated.

He quickly forgot about Ye Chen and the others and continued watching wonderful videos.

Back at the Chinese medicine clinic, Ah Long told Li Wenlong that Fang was behind the incident and that he was extremely arrogant.

After hearing this, Li Wenlong snapped a pen in two.

"Master, what should we do next?" Li Wenlong asked Ye Chen.

Ye Chen showed no expression and went to the side to brew tea.

"We're just waiting for him to make his move. That guy is even more arrogant than I imagined, at least more brazen than the previous boss. Now that our TCM clinic is open, he's bound to make a move!"

"In broad daylight, they probably wouldn't dare to do it openly, would they?" Li Wenlong pondered.

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Who knows? A new broom sweeps clean. He might want to produce something to impress his superiors right after taking office!"

And so it went until about 10:30 a.m.

Five or six people came in through the entrance of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic; they didn't look like respectable people at all.

"Get out of here, you bunch of irrelevant people! My brother's here for a medical checkup!" a defiant young man shouted in a hoarse voice.

Two or three people waiting to see a doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic exchanged glances, realizing that this group was not to be trifled with, and quietly left.

However, they did not go far, but retreated to the doorway.

Anyone with eyes can tell that there seems to be some juicy gossip to come.

Li Wenlong glanced at Ye Chen, who was calmly playing the game beside him. His master's guess was indeed accurate.

Someone actually came to cause trouble.

However, since the master didn't intend to come forward, it was up to him to do it.

Another thing is that Li Wenlong recognized the young man with the hoarse voice just now by his voice; he was one of the people who put the sack on him.

This voice was distinctive and unforgettable once heard. Li Wenlong took a deep look at the other person and remembered his appearance.

They're really arrogant, daring to even come to our door.

Li Wenlong took a deep breath, loosened his clenched fist, and forcibly restrained himself from losing his temper on the spot.

Now is not the time to turn against them immediately. Even if we do turn against them, we must be in the right, since this is their territory.

He's a man who can endure for two hours!

After calming himself down, Li Wenlong asked, "What's wrong? Who needs to see a doctor? Come and sit down!"

A middle-aged man with a scar on his forehead swaggered over and sat down at the consultation table with an air of authority.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Li Wenlong asked casually.

"Damn, aren't you a doctor? Can't you diagnose it yourself? Why are you asking me?" The scarred middle-aged man's words sounded quite reasonable.

Li Wenlong rolled his eyes. How interesting. He's being made to guess. This guy isn't here to see a doctor; he's clearly here to cause trouble.

"Show me your hand!" Li Wenlong said, suppressing the urge to slap him twice.

The middle-aged man with the scar extended his right hand, with his middle finger raised.

"Are you being polite?" Li Wenlong scoffed.

"Excuse me, my hand has a mind of its own, so hurry up and stop dawdling!" The scarred middle-aged man maintained his middle finger gesture.

Li Wenlong ultimately chose to ignore his claws and placed his hand on the other man's wrist to take his pulse.

After a moment, Li Wenlong frowned and said, "Show me your other hand too!"

The middle-aged man with the scar shook his foot and stretched out his left hand, his middle finger still pointing upwards.

Someone who didn't know better would think it was epilepsy!

After taking the other person's pulse, Li Wenlong looked at their complexion and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Have you had a physical exam in the past year or two?

The scarred middle-aged man scoffed, "Who makes that thing? Just tell me what's wrong with me, stop asking so many questions!"

Li Wenlong took a deep breath: "I suggest you go to the hospital immediately for a full body checkup, with a focus on your liver!"

The scarred middle-aged man's disdainful smile froze instantly.

The young man with the hoarse voice slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Damn it, you quack! Do you even know how to treat a patient? Our boss came to you for a checkup, and you tell us to go to the hospital! If you can't treat patients, just say so! This lousy clinic should just close down!"

Another cross-eyed young man angrily shouted, "Just tell me what's wrong with my brother! If you're making things up, I'll tear down your TCM clinic!"

Li Wenlong ignored the two clowns and instead looked at the scarred middle-aged man, shaking his head.

"You probably already have a feeling about it yourself, so I won't say much in front of your little brother. I can only tell you that it's malignant, and most likely in its late stage!"

The middle-aged man with the scar changed his expression, becoming somewhat hesitant.

Seeing his appearance, a burly man stepped forward and whispered, "Brother, you haven't really been fooled by him, have you? Don't forget why we're here!"

The scarred middle-aged man also came to his senses and slammed his fist on the table angrily: "Damn it, I almost fell for your tricks! I just had a little indigestion, and you dared to exaggerate!"

Li Wenlong met his gaze calmly, with a hint of pity in his eyes:

"Let's not beat around the bush. I know you're here to cause trouble because someone instructed you, but I'm a doctor with my own moral principles. I wouldn't joke about something like this."

"Considering your illness, I'll let it slide. Take your people and leave!"

When Li Wenlong thought about how the other person was a dying man, he couldn't be bothered to argue about what had happened before.

The middle-aged man with the scar had a grim expression: "Damn it? Who the hell are you cursing! I think your TCM clinic is all about swindling people. Today I'm going to tear your place down! Men, smash it!"

The group of henchmen who had been waiting for this opportunity immediately dispersed, took out iron hammers from their pockets, and started smashing.

"boom--"

"Bang—"

Good heavens, carrying a hammer? Is this how you come to see a doctor?

It was obvious that these people came prepared, specifically to cause trouble.

Those watching the commotion at the entrance couldn't help but exclaim, "These people are too arrogant! Call the police immediately!"

"Sigh, they're obviously here to cause trouble!"

"Could they be collecting protection money?"

"Who knows? He doesn't look like a respectable person."

"They're thugs! Is there no law anymore? They're so arrogant..."

......

Ah Long couldn't stand it any longer and roared, "Damn it, you think you're so tough? Stop it!"

"Heh, you still dare to yell? I'll cripple you!" A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the young man with the hoarse voice as he charged toward Ah Long.

Ah Long's speed is now vastly different from before. He easily dodges the opponent's hammer and punches the opponent's wrist, knocking the hammer out of the opponent's hand.

"ah--"

The young man with the hoarse voice cried out in pain and staggered to the side.

Ah Long continued his attack, moving with incredible speed, and instantly kicked two more people away.

Seeing this, the remaining two stopped smashing and charged at Ah Long with their hammers.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

As everyone knows, don't mess with someone wielding a hammer...

If you were hit by that, you'd definitely break your bones and tendons.

The people outside the door cried out, unable to bear witnessing Ah Long's impending doom.