10: Chapter 10 Baby-like Sleep

Chapter 10: Baby-like Sleep (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Fang Cheng watched those three guys ask the nurse for a name and then walk toward a certain ward.

Turning his head for a look, he discovered that Li Dingjian had run back to the drying area again.

He leaned back against the window, holding a cigarette between his fingers, looking contemplative beneath a pair of red underwear.

"Uncle, why are you smoking again?"

"It's nothing. Go look after Grandpa first. My craving for cigarettes acted up and I couldn't help it, hehe..."

Li Dingjian gave an awkward laugh, his eyes flashing with a thief-like gleam, and quickly glanced back.

Fang Cheng looked at him dubiously twice, then walked toward Grandpa's ward alone.

As a cancer inpatient ward, the atmosphere here was obviously more oppressive and solemn than the other floors.

Everyone he met frowned deeply, carrying water bottles, urinals, or test reports by themselves, walking by silently and hurriedly.

When Fang Cheng passed the nurse's station, another burst of clamor sounded, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

It seemed someone was scolding and fighting, mixed with the heartbreaking crying of a child.

"I beg you, I beg you, stop hitting!"

"Brother Ma, give me a little more time. I guarantee I'll return the principal and interest to you, and I absolutely won't default again!"

The noisy sound came from Ward 803.

It was very close to Grandpa's ward, separated by only two rooms.

Then with a 'clang' sound, that ward door was rudely kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, a short yellow-haired fellow grabbed a young woman's hair and dragged her out of the ward by force.

The young woman's clothes were disheveled, her hair was unkempt, and she still thrashed her arms wildly, wanting to get up to protect the child being carried away by someone else.

It was precisely those three suspected gang members having a conflict with the patient's family members.

The brawny man wearing a black Elasticity shirt walked out last, choking a scrawny man's neck with one hand.

The man's face was flushed red, and he weakly reached out to pound, looking as if he were scratching an itch.

This scene attracted other visiting family members, who walked out one after another and gathered in the corridor to watch.

Some nurses were at a loss, while others hurriedly dialed the phone to look for security guards.

Fang Cheng also stood in the crowd, watching silently.

He had seen this couple a few times.

The husband was a truck driver, and the wife had resigned from her job to take care of their leukemia-stricken child and attend to him the whole time.

Because it was close to Grandpa's ward, and they had been hospitalized for a very long time as well, they occasionally visited each other's rooms, making them quite familiar.

Hearing his mother say it, just their child's chemotherapy alone cost tens of thousands.

If they wanted to complete the entire course of treatment and surgery, they would need at least three hundred thousand more, and the burden could be said to be several times heavier than their own family's.

Presuming they had no other choice, they borrowed money from a loan company with gang backgrounds to raise medical expenses.

The wife suddenly struggled free like she went crazy, pounced on the brawny man wearing the Elasticity shirt, and hugged his leg tightly.

"Big brother, please have mercy, give us a little more time. My son is about to have a bone marrow transplant, nothing must happen to him right now!"

"Sigh—"

The brawny man showed a look of embarrassment and sighed:

"Little sister, begging me is useless. The boss gave a strict order. We are all hired hands, and it's very hard for us to handle."

Turning his head to look at the man grabbed by the throat by himself, he then released his palm and continued to say:

"How about this, why don't you settle the interest first, so I can have something to report when I go back."

The husband coughed violently a few times, gasped heavily, and stammered:

"However, the interest is so high, it's over forty thousand, and we are still far short of even the surgery fees..."

"Yingjun, Ah Dong!"

Hearing this, the brawny man dissatisfiedly ordered the two energetic young men to continue taking action.

The husband hurriedly blocked in front of his wife with his body, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"Brother Ma, come at me if you have anything, don't hurt my wife and child!"

"I... I really contacted a boss who can sell a kidney to the other party. As long as I can smoothly get the money to cure the child's illness, all the rest will be transferred to you..."

At this time, the security guards had rushed over upon hearing the news, holding anti-riot sticks in their hands and shouting to ask what was the matter.

That yellow-haired fellow named "Yingjun" immediately jumped forward, brandished a folding knife, and fiercely threatened:

"I warn you all not to meddle in other people's business. If we don't get the money today, we brothers will flip out with whoever gets in the way!"

A group of security guards showed fearful expressions, only repeatedly persuading:

"Everyone calm down, calm down."

Besides these words, there was no coping strategy whatsoever.

Fang Cheng stared intently at those three trouble-making gang members.

Hearing a few weak coughs coming from the ward behind him, his eyebrows knitted together even more tightly.

That was Grandpa's voice; he should have been woken up as well.

"This bunch of good-for-nothings can't even handle a few punks."

Behind the crowd, Li Dingjian poked his head and cringed, muttering softly in his mouth.

His face also purposely wore a medical mask, with a sneaky look.

"Mister, how much is someone's monthly salary? If it were you, would you dare to step up?"

A little nurse beside him couldn't help but refute him.

A patient's family member seemed to empathize and sighed endlessly:

"Sigh, we are all people suffering a bitter fate..."

Although the bystanders had a heart of compassion, they only whispered a few criticisms, and no one dared to stand out.

The brawny man in the Elasticity shirt looked around the situation, frowned, and issued an ultimatum:

"Alright then, we'll take the child back to be a guest first. Whenever you scrape together the money, you come over to pick the person up."

"Don't be like this, Brother Ma, I beg you to show some kindness!"

"Xiaobao, my Xiaobao—"

The young couple cried out at the top of their lungs, desperately trying to snatch the child back.

"Let go, fuck, all of you get the fuck away from me!"

The two underlings under Brother Ma were also provoked, constantly kicking and stomping the couple, threatening the security guards to make way.

The child was wearing a hospital gown, somewhat naive and ignorant, yet also knew that his father and mother were being beaten.

Therefore, in the arms of the stranger, he wailed incessantly, his little face covered in tearstains.

Right in the midst of this chaos, suddenly—

A voice shouted:

"Hey, can you guys be a bit quieter?!"

This voice was not loud, but like a sharp thorn it parted the layers of noise in the ward area and fell into everyone's ears.

"Who? Who dares to provoke us brothers?"

The yellow-haired fellow immediately looked around everywhere, his emotions still somewhat excited.

"I said—"

Fang Cheng stepped forward, revealing his figure from the crowd.

"This isn't a vegetable market, it's a hospital. Please pay attention and don't disturb other patients' rest."

The yellow-haired fellow's brows stood up, his expression stunned.

He seemed to recognize that Fang Cheng was the pretty boy he met in the elevator earlier.

"Asshole, you like to act cool, right? Grandpa will give you a lesson first!"

As he walked toward Fang Cheng, he shook the folding knife in his hand, putting on a reckless posture.

Fang Cheng's face was calm, not revealing any trace of fear.

On the contrary, the depths of his eyes faintly flickered with anticipation and excitement.

No mistakes, first release, internal content, check it out one by one!

Then he raised both arms and assumed a classic Boxing guard stance.

Seeing this, the yellow-haired fellow couldn't help letting out a sneer:

"Yo, studied Boxing and want to play empty-handed disarming? Do you want me to carve a few cuts on your face?"

Fang Cheng's expression was unmoved.

He merely imitated a professional boxer by turning his body sideways, using his elbows to protect the vital parts of his ribs, his line of sight falling on that gleaming folding knife.

When the opponent approached within a distance of about one arm, his shoulders twitched slightly, and he suddenly rushed forward a step.

His right arm exerted force instantly, and his fist, agile like a bee's stinger, rapidly cut through the air, attacking the opponent's face.

The yellow-haired fellow obviously didn't expect him to be truly this bold.

Instinctively tilting his head backward, he raised the folding knife, wanting to slash him.

However, this was just a feint!

Fang Cheng faked with a left punch and then quickly withdrew it.

At the same time, his right leg flew up with a kick, aiming straight at the opponent's lower body.

"Fuck!"

The yellow-haired fellow's pupils suddenly constricted. With his rich fighting experience, he knew he had fallen for a trick.

His butt hurriedly jutted back, wanting to dodge this extremely malicious low blow to the groin.

Taking advantage of his unstable center of gravity, Fang Cheng at this moment reached out his right hand smoothly, rapidly grabbing at the knife-holding hand.

The yellow-haired fellow reacted half a beat too slow. When he came to his senses, he discovered that his wrist had already been grasped by someone.

Raising his head again, he looked into Fang Cheng's eyes.

It was as if with a bit of banter they were saying, who told you that a boxer can only use fists?

"You fu... You fucking..."

He tried to resist and make a counterattack.

Yet he discovered that Fang Cheng's fingers were actually like iron pliers, firmly clamping onto his wrist.

The more he struggled, the deeper they sank into the flesh, tightly clamping his bones as if they were about to break.

The second half of his cursing words was instantly choked back into his throat.

Pain made his cold sweat stream down. He slapped his thigh fiercely with his other hand, calling out repeatedly in quick succession:

"Ah— Quick, quick, quick... Let go quickly!"

Clack.

The folding knife slipped from the yellow-haired fellow's hand and dropped to the ground.

Fang Cheng kicked the knife far away with his toe, and only then released his five fingers.

The "Iron Fist" special effect greatly enhanced the toughness of the bones and muscles in both hands.

This didn't merely make the fists harder; the improvement in grip strength and pulling strength was likewise a matter of course.

Twice an 11-point Physique was the superhuman effect of a 22-point Physique.

Fang Cheng reckoned that even if he directly grabbed the blade with his hand, the damage caused would probably be very limited.

"Can you be quieter?"

Lowering his brows and drooping his eyes, he looked at the punk kneeling before him and crying out in pain endlessly.

"Be quiet your grandpa!"

The yellow-haired fellow was indeed hard-mouthed. After cursing, he tremblingly extended his right hand, which still had residual bruised fingerprint marks.

Wanting to pick up the folding knife and gesture a few more times, he clearly thought the opponent had cheated and played dirty, winning without honor.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's gaze flashed, and his released five fingers tightly clenched back into a fist.

Bang!

Along with the violent impact between his finger bones and the lower jaw, the yellow-haired fellow, as if struck by a pendulum, fell straight backward.

Instantly lying flat on the ground, just like having been injected with a dose of surgical anesthetic, there were no more noisy sounds emitted.

"Fuck your mother!"

Right at this moment, a thermos bottle suddenly smashed over fiercely.

Seeing that his companion was defeated, another energetic young man, Ah Dong, also immediately dropped the child and launched a sneak attack.

Fang Cheng leaned back, twisted his hips, and crossed his steps to switch.

With a change of direction and breakout on the spot, he swayed to the opponent's weak side and rapidly threw two punches in succession in a southpaw stance.

Bang! Bang!

The thermos bottle fell to the ground, its inner lining shattering with a clang.

Ah Dong also covered his abdomen with both hands, collapsing listlessly into a sitting position.

His whole face looked as if he was wearing a mask of pain, dry-heaving and weeping incessantly.

Left hook, butterfly steps, double liver-busting combo.

In just a few short seconds, he easily knocked down the two people, leaving only that brawny man in the Elasticity shirt still stunned in place.

Fang Cheng rubbed his wrist and asked once more:

"Can it be quiet now?"

The entire scene was deathly silent, with no one answering.

Including those nurses, security guards, and patient family members, they all held their breaths, looking at him dumbfounded.

At the same time, a line of prompt information surfaced before Fang Cheng's eyes.

[You defeated two nobodies, Boxing skill experience + 25]

[Boxing Lv1 (25 / 250)]

In this frozen atmosphere, that brawny man in the Elasticity shirt suddenly moved his body slightly.

Then he opened his stride and walked toward Fang Cheng.