169: Host: Brother Lin, so you hit me to treat my illness? Thank you!

After a second of silence, the audience erupted in commotion.

"Holy crap, he actually hit him?"

"Lin Pei actually slapped the host on stage during the Golden Rooster Awards ceremony?"

Wu Xiubo was stunned by the slap, and tears nearly streamed out instantly.

The person opposite him was tall and looked physically fit, so he didn't dare to retaliate.

Moreover, the gala was still broadcasting live. Lin Pei's actions were egregious, but if he had hit back, the nature of the incident would be completely different.

Listening to the voices of doubt from the audience, he thought Lin Pei was finished.

Aha, he just won an award and immediately became a disgraced artist. What a pity for him.

Adopting the posture of a victim, he continued to strain his ears, listening to the discussions below the stage.

"Ouch, that hit was hard. His face is swollen like a pig's head."

"Lin Pei, Brother Lin—no, Lord Lin is awesome! To tell you the truth, I've wanted to see this guy surnamed Wu get beaten up for a long time."

"Exactly, worthy of Lord Lin. I envy that strength in his hand."

"I declare him my idol. He actually did what I wanted to do but didn't dare."

???

The more Wu Xiubo listened, the more something felt wrong.

Holy crap, what's wrong with these people? Why are they all praising the hitter and showing no sympathy for him, the one who was beaten?

His face was practically smashed in.

Fireworks exploded one after another in the live broadcast room.

"Worthy of Brother Lin. Looking at Mainland Entertainment, only Brother Lin has the guts to directly beat up a scoundrel."

"Look at Teacher Wu over there, he's almost crying. Facing our awesome Brother Lin, he doesn't even dare to move."

"Brother Lin is the superhero in my heart!"

Stephen Chow in the audience burst into unrestrained laughter, his mouth stretched almost to his ears.

Truly worthy of being his Big Brother. He vented his anger for him so simply and violently.

That feels great.

Meanwhile, on stage, Shen Teng urgently stepped in to save the situation.

"Oh dear, Teacher Lin Pei, your arm is too long. See, you accidentally swung it onto Teacher Wu."

"Teacher Lin Pei, be careful."

"Teacher Wu, are you alright?"

Yan Ni couldn't hold it in and almost burst out laughing.

Oh My Goodness.

Teacher Shen Teng is quite the storyteller. She was almost suffering internal injuries from holding back her laughter.

Wu Xiubo's eyes turned red.

Damn It.

Lin Pei clearly slapped him intentionally, so how did it turn into accidentally swinging his arm?

What is wrong with Brother Teng and the audience today? Are they poisoned?

"Brother Teng, didn't you see?"

"He slapped me so hard my back teeth are rattling."

"He did it on purpose!"

Lin Pei rubbed his nose.

He had originally planned to teach the guy a lesson after receiving his award, but Wu Xiubo's eye roll gave him the impulse to do it early.

But it felt pretty good. The sooner he slapped him, the better he felt.

He smiled, appearing extremely sincere.

"Teacher Wu, Teacher Shen Teng is right. I really didn't do that intentionally just now."

"It was entirely out of a Physician's instinct."

Wu Xiubo narrowed his eyes, indicating he didn't understand.

"Phy... Physician... Physician's instinct?"

What does hitting someone have to do with a Physician's instinct?

Doctors save people; they don't hit them.

Lin Pei patiently explained.

"You might not know this, but I am actually slightly proficient in Medical Arts."

"Teacher Wu, you are ill."

Even Shen Teng, standing nearby, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

The Young Man is even better at making things up than he is. What The Hell, "you are ill."

However, he maintained a steady expression and continued to help Lin Pei hold the microphone in his hand.

"Right, I can vouch for this.

"Just now, Teacher Lin Pei was Taking The Pulse of the teachers below the stage."

Lin Pei thanked him politely and continued to explain to Wu Xiubo, who was even more confused than before.

"Teacher Wu, have you recently been experiencing frequent pain in your shoulders and neck, and numbness in your hands?"

"Accompanied by insomnia, excessive dreaming, irritability, and easily waking up?"

Wu Xiubo's eyes widened in surprise.

The symptoms Lin Pei described perfectly matched his condition, and he hadn't even taken his pulse! This Medical Art is truly amazing!

He instantly forgot how he had previously questioned Traditional Chinese Medicine and disliked Lin Pei, clapping his hands together with a "pa."

"That's right, that's exactly what's happening!"

Lin Pei raised his head.

"Ah, that settles it."

"Haven't you heard that my Footwork can cure illnesses? Actually, my hand technique can too."

"Seeing Teacher Wu tormented by illness just now, I instinctively delivered a palm strike."

"Aren't Teacher Wu's hands feeling less numb now?"

Wu Xiubo felt them out.

His hands did seem less numb.

Right now, his face was primarily what was hurting and numb, so he couldn't really feel how the rest of his body was doing.

Could it be that Lin Pei really didn't hit him on purpose just now, but was merely helping him treat his illness?

Wu Xiubo was very concerned about his own health, so his expression immediately softened considerably, and he even managed a smile at Lin Pei despite his swollen lips.

"Then, Teacher Lin, am I cured now after your treatment?"

Lin Pei shook his head.

"Not yet. You've had this condition for many years, so the course of treatment will be relatively longer."

"How about this: come see me once a week. I'll treat you for free, and you should be better after some time."

Wu Xiubo instantly felt his face hurt even more.

What? To cure his illness, he has to get slapped once a week? That's too miserable.

However, his condition was indeed difficult to treat. He had undergone physical therapy in the hospital for a long time, but it was slow to take effect and often relapsed.

After considering for a few seconds, Wu Xiubo seemed to have made a certain decision.

"Alright, Teacher Lin, I will come to see you."

"Thank you very much."

He turned to Deng Chao, who was trembling with his head bowed below the stage.

"Teacher Deng Chao, in my current state, I can't continue hosting today."

He pointed to his earpiece.

"The staff asked me to check if you could help host the rest of the event?"

Deng Chao, who was about to choke from laughter, looked up, his expression immediately turning sorrowful, pretending that his trembling was from crying earlier.

"Of course, no problem."

"Ah, Teacher Wu, please take care of your health..."

Until Wu Xiubo stepped off the stage, everyone in the audience, except Stephen Chow, was desperately trying to hold back their laughter.

But the live stream chat went completely wild with laughter.

"Holy crap, Brother Lin said that with such a straight face, for a moment I actually believed he was genuinely treating the guy surnamed Wu."

"Brother Lin is hilarious. He even told the guy to come see him once a week to get hit. He's too mischievous."

"The key is that the guy surnamed Wu actually believed it and thanked Brother Lin. Sure enough, when someone with strong professional skills lies, they always succeed."

"I want to know why the Golden Rooster Awards Organizer didn't step up to mediate when this happened? It was entirely up to Brother Teng's quick thinking to save the situation."

"Look at the slap Brother Lin delivered. The popularity of the Golden Rooster Awards immediately shot up, leaving the Feitian Awards far behind. Just now, the Golden Rooster Awards wasn't even as popular as the Feitian Awards."

"True. The organizer has now mastered the Traffic Password and probably wishes Brother Lin would slap him twice more."

"Hot search title confirmed: #LinPeiSlapsHostAtGoldenRoosterGala,OneSlapForPositiveEnergy.#"

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