204: Chapter 204 Throwing Money in the Face

"Cough, cough, cough. It's so spicy! This stuff tastes awful; how do you guys drink it?"

After forcing down a small sip of Erguotou, Little Angel refused to touch it again.

"This might be a bit too much for you. Boss, bring us a bottle of pure malt beer, make it ice-cold."

Little Angel took a tentative sip, still skeptical.

"It's so bitter! This is awful too! Why do you boys like drinking this stuff? I'm done, I'm done."

Although Little Angel had only taken one small sip of each of the two alcoholic drinks, some clear "post-drinking" symptoms were starting to emerge.

One of the signs was that she had become quite talkative.

She shared many of her experiences working as a young nurse at the hospital. Although she didn't seem to be complaining, most of these experiences were far from pleasant.

Many people online advise against dating nurses. Besides the frequent mismatch in schedules, there is a more critical reason.

That is, the hospital is mostly filled with negative emotions—life and death, complaints, unreasonable demands...

Grieving family members of patients pour out a vast amount of negative emotions, and it is usually the ordinary nurses who bear the brunt of it.

Therefore, when facing this, nurses not only have to process their own negative emotions but also try to avoid being infected by the negative emotions of others.

But no matter how strong a person's heart is, over the years, they will more or less bring some of these negative emotions home.

They pour all their care and tenderness into their work during the day, so by the time they get home at night, those resources are depleted, leaving only complaints and sorrow.

This is also the reason why Zhao Xiaoshuai has always wanted Little Angel to leave that position. It is already very difficult for Little Angel to maintain her optimistic and innocent self in such an environment.

However, because she had only been interning for a short while, he worried that in the long run, her young heart might not be strong enough.

"My Foundation is already up and running. When will you, our Charity Ambassador, be ready to start?"

Faced with her boyfriend's question once again, this time Little Angel did not refuse as she had before. "How about I start tomorrow?"

"Oh? How come you agreed so readily this time?"

"Just yesterday, a mother had finally given birth to her child, but the baby was diagnosed with a congenital disease. With their income, they absolutely couldn't afford the treatment. The whole family was sitting outside the clinic, crying in distress."

"It broke my heart to see that, so I tried calling the number for the Foundation you gave me, and it was answered immediately! I explained the situation, and within just 15 minutes, someone arrived at the hospital to look into it."

"In just another ten minutes or so, they had registered the mother's child, covered all the medical expenses for the child's treatment, and even communicated with the hospital to wire the first installment of aid that very same day!"

As she spoke about this, Little Angel's eyes were shining, as if she had found the dream of her life.

"Although taking care of patients in the hospital is important, I feel that this work needs me more. If I can become this Charity Ambassador, I believe I can help more people who are in need!"

"So, can I take back what I said last time? I want to be this Charity Ambassador now."

Looking at Little Angel's hopeful and pitiful expression, Zhao Xiaoshuai couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "Of course you can. This position was custom-made for you. I should say that I wouldn't give it to anyone but you."

Little Angel's face immediately lit up with a smile. "You are so good to me! Just thinking that starting tomorrow I can truly help those families on the brink of falling apart fills me with energy!"

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Watching his excited little girlfriend, Zhao Xiaoshuai decided to establish the rules first:

"However, there are a few things I need to make clear to you beforehand."

"Once you are at the Foundation, whether or not each payment is approved must go through the final audit of the Evaluation Committee. Although you have special privileges, you cannot misuse them."

"Furthermore, my Foundation only provides emergency aid. Currently, it only assists families who cannot afford medical expenses due to sudden illnesses. Our scope of business does not include poverty alleviation, so you must also control your overflowing sympathy."

Little Angel nodded quickly upon hearing this. "I won't ask for special treatment. I will definitely follow the rules and regulations. If there are any special circumstances, I will explain them carefully to advocate for them, and I won't use our relationship to pull strings."

They stopped talking about work matters. As the skewers were brought out plate by plate, Little Angel began to eat with great gusto, the two red streaks on the corners of her mouth making her look even cuter.

Eating barbecue is best done in such down-to-earth places; not only is the flavor more authentic, but the atmosphere is also lively.

However, in down-to-earth places, it is sometimes inevitable that some "exhaust fumes" will drift in.

At the table next to them, some flashy punks had drunk a few bottles of alcohol and started getting carried away. While Zhao Xiaoshuai was off paying the bill, a yellow-haired guy with an earring and smelling of alcohol walked over.

"Hey beauty, *hic*, let's add each other on Weixun."

Although Little Angel had only had two sips of alcohol, it was clear that she really couldn't hold her liquor. The aftereffects were already kicking in, and her mind wasn't very sharp.

So, she didn't immediately think to call for her boyfriend, but just shrank back in fear.

This pitiful and adorable demeanor only made the inebriated yellow-haired guy with the earring more unable to resist. He licked his lips and reached out to grab this beautiful stranger:

"Don't be scared, big brother just wants to be friends with you!"

But this yellow-haired guy had only taken one step forward when his whole body went flying through the air. With a loud *bang*, he hit a wall and finally stopped.

"Urgh~"

The violent impact caused him to vomit everything he had just eaten that night onto his own crotch, which also happened to sober him up.

"F*ck! You motherf*cker, you dare to lay a hand on me!"

At the large table nearby, four or five young men stood up at once and surrounded them, holding beer bottles.

"I think you're tired of living, kid! Brothers, beat this bastard to death!"

The remaining diners at the other tables quickly scrambled to the side, pulling out their phones to call the police. The shop assistant also took out a phone after shouting to no avail.

But the fight ended too quickly. Before they had even finished dialing the three digits, they were left wide-eyed and stunned.

If it were just an ordinary person, even a gym buff, they would inevitably have a hard time dealing with this kind of situation.

The saying "lose the fight and you go to the hospital, win the fight and you go to detention" is not just empty talk; either way, you end up suffering the immediate consequences.

But the current Zhao Xiaoshuai had been explicitly evaluated by Hao Jinghan as being at a level where "even ordinary combat masters are not as good as him."

So, at this moment, the movements of those thugs appeared as slow as snails crawling before his eyes. He moved leisurely, parrying and dislocating, dodging and stretching.

Any flashy punk who approached him ended up on the ground in less than 10 seconds, shamefully twisting their bodies and able to only emit sounds of humiliation, "uh, ah."

Their limbs and jaws had already been dislocated.

Zhao Xiaoshuai walked over to the yellow-haired guy with the earring who was slumped against the wall and tossed a handful of banknotes, slamming them into his face.

"For your friends here, just go to the hospital and find an old doctor who specializes in bone-setting, and they'll be fixed right up. Take this as a lesson."

In this current era where a single smartphone is enough to get by, very few people still carry cash.

Zhao Xiaoshuai had specifically prepared this for the chance to show off if he ever encountered an opportunity to "toss cash," and it came in handy right now.

You have to say, the feeling of tossing cash and having it hit someone in the face is actually quite good.