Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

Li Wenlong stretched out his hand, genuinely afraid that his master might act recklessly and stage some kind of scene where the master stands up for his disciple.

But he's already a seasoned master, so he probably won't do anything reckless...

He wasn't worried about Ye Chen's safety, after all, his master was a cultivator, and he didn't know how strong he was, but he was at least at the third level of Qi Refining.

Self-preservation is not a problem.

Never mind, let's clean up and get back to seeing patients.

Instead of going directly to the Western medicine clinic, the scarred middle-aged man and his group entered an apartment building.

Neither the man who was knocked unconscious by Ah Long nor the young man with the broken wrist and hoarse voice was taken to the hospital.

The atmosphere inside the room was heavy and everyone felt incredibly stifled.

"Brother, this kid's trained before, what do we do?"

"Yeah, the higher-ups didn't say the plan would be this difficult. Now that all the brothers are injured, the compensation will have to be calculated separately!"

"We've suffered a huge loss; we can't let this go. Brother, how should we get revenge on them?"

"Yes, we have to get revenge. This is the first time I've suffered such a huge loss!"

"Liu Zi has vomited blood and passed out. How about we extort some money from them while we're at it?"

"That's right, just dumping the trash isn't enough to vent the anger in our brothers' hearts now; they have to pay the price."

Everyone chimed in, and the middle-aged man with the scar on his face started to look quite old.

"Alright, shut up!" the scarred middle-aged man said impatiently.

He looked around at everyone: "Revenge? How? Can you beat him? He could take you all down by himself!"

"Brother, if we can't do it openly, we can try something covert!"

"Yeah, brother, we admit that kid is good, but it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. He can't be on guard against us all the time!"

"If all else fails, bro, don't you have a firearm? Give it to me, I'll take care of him!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, as if they couldn't vent their anger until Ah Long was defeated.

The middle-aged man with the scar took a deep breath and sneered, "This matter definitely can't be left like this. We'll discuss it properly later, and I'll give the brothers an explanation!"

"Brother, time is of the essence! Didn't the higher-ups tell us to get it done within three days?"

The scarred middle-aged man glanced at the speaker and said, "Who's the boss, you or me? Let's go to the hospital first, we'll talk about everything else tonight!"

Seeing that the scarred middle-aged man had said so, everyone had no choice but to give up.

The group went to the hospital.

The man who was knocked unconscious was the most seriously injured, followed by the young man with the hoarse voice who had lost his hand.

The others were also injured, but not seriously; they only needed some medicine to treat sprains and bruises and improve blood circulation.

The middle-aged man with the scar thought of Li Wenlong's words and felt very irritated.

In the end, he still stepped into the hepatobiliary department.

The hepatobiliary surgeon asked the middle-aged man with the scar some questions and ordered several tests for him.

When the test results came out, the middle-aged man with the scar looked at the recommendations on the report and his face turned ashen.

If there is an organic lesion in the liver, it is recommended to be hospitalized immediately for further examination and treatment.

The middle-aged man with the scar is now filled with Li Wenlong's words!

He was right! How could this be? Why...?

How could a perfectly healthy person get such a terminal illness?

No, no, the test results must be wrong.

What bastards! These people are all cut from the same cloth; they're definitely after his money!

Hmph, he doesn't believe in anything. He's feeling great right now; he's not sick!

How could a strong man who can drink two jin of liquor in one night possibly get sick?

The middle-aged man with the scar tried to convince himself.

But for some reason, the pitying look in Li Wenlong's eyes would still involuntarily appear in his mind.

Damn it, damn it!

The middle-aged man with the scar didn't know if it was psychological or what, but he also felt a slight discomfort on his right side.

"Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible!" one of the henchmen asked as he walked over.

The middle-aged man with the scar didn't react; he was still lost in his own thoughts!

"Big brother, big brother!" the henchman called out twice more.

The middle-aged man with the scar finally came to his senses: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Brother, you don't seem to be in a good state, you..." The henchman glanced at the paper in the scarred middle-aged man's hand, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

He didn't see the contents of the paper, but he was certain it was a report.

The older brother looks so bad; there's only one possibility: the report is not looking good.

He naturally thought of what Li Wenlong from the traditional Chinese medicine clinic had said. Nobody is a fool, and it's easy to connect the two things.

Although Li Wenlong's words were cryptic, those who understand will understand.

These days, with a little popular science, anyone can become an all-knowing encyclopedia.

"Did the result not go well?" the younger brother asked timidly.

The middle-aged man with the scar turned even paler and remained silent for a moment.

The henchman's heart sank at the sight. Oh no! Oh no!

The way my older brother looks is like he has a terminal illness and can't believe it!

How could this happen? If my older brother is gone, what will become of them?

The middle-aged man with the scar seemed a little dazed as he spoke, "I... I'm fine, just some ordinary indigestion, I'm perfectly healthy!"

Even he himself didn't believe it when he said that!

If he thinks pulse diagnosis, a mysterious and unreliable method, is unreliable, then what about scientific instruments that detect it?

There can't possibly be anything wrong, right?

So he's just deceiving himself by saying that.

The underling reluctantly snatched the report from his boss's hand, only to be stunned when he saw the conclusion!

"Damn it, what are you doing? Are you looking to die?!" The scarred middle-aged man realized what was happening and kicked his underling.

Whether it was from anger or something else, the scarred middle-aged man felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and then he knew nothing more—he had fainted!

"Big brother, big brother—" the henchman called out twice.

The middle-aged man with the scar did not react.

The young man looked at the report again, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Damn, this is a disease that even burning through money might not be able to cure. If we leave him here, we might end up losing his entire fortune.

The young man looked around, then gritted his teeth, threw down the report, and ran away quickly!

He knows nothing, yes, he knows nothing!

The rice is still warm in the pot at home; he has to go back. Yes, he has to go back...

"Where are you going, mistress?" one of his underlings called out just then.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now!" The young man left the hospital without looking back.

Perhaps he was in too much of a hurry, because he didn't look at the traffic lights when crossing the road and rushed straight across, colliding head-on with a dump truck that wasn't slowing down...

As expected, he left first!

This is the guy who said he'd use firearms to kill Ah Long.

This idea is now destined to be impossible to realize.

The others, including the middle-aged man with the scar, are still in the hospital and are unaware of what is happening outside.