"Are you a family member of Lin Liye?" Director Wang asked Lin Zhen coldly.
"Let me introduce myself, Lin Zhen from Gale Martial Arts Hall." Lin Zhen sat directly opposite Director Wang.
"From Gale Martial Arts Hall?" Director Wang's eyes were filled with a hint of doubt, considering Lin Zhen was not wearing the martial hall's uniform.
"If you don't believe me, you can call Gale to confirm. I believe no one has the guts to pretend to be a martial artist."
Lin Zhen spoke calmly and deliberately, not resembling a young man. His composure and restraint made it hard not to believe him.
As a reincarnator, although Lin Zhen's strength was not very strong, his aura and demeanor were absolutely different from ordinary people.
Director Wang immediately became restless and stood up quickly.
The difference between martial artists and civilians was as vast as the sky and earth; the director of the hospital was only slightly better than an ant in the eyes of martial artists.
"Martial Artist, how can this be? Your father actually came to our hospital for treatment; this is truly an honor... "
"Alright, enough! Hurry up and change my father's room."
Lin Zhen didn't want to talk to the director any longer; there's no point in discussing with ordinary people. Besides, he made a mistake himself. If he had told his parents yesterday that he had entered the Martial Arts Hall, this wouldn't have happened.
Director Wang also understood the mentality of these martial artists; they were people from a different world, and he quickly told the nurse: "Hurry, get a better room for Mr. Lin's father."
The young nurse was also stunned, and hesitated before saying, "There isn't any room left, really. There were some empty rooms before, but they were all assigned today."
Lin Zhen glanced at Director Wang: "I know Liu Baiwan got a single room just for scalding his hand. If such a person can have a room, how can we not have one?"
Director Wang immediately understood Lin Zhen's implied meaning and made a decision: "Hurry up and get that Liu Baiwan to complete the discharge procedures. If he scalded his hand, he can just go home and recover; what does he need a room for, nonsense!"
Hearing Director Wang's words, Lin Zhen nodded slightly; He might not care about others, but since they offended his parents, he wouldn't be polite."
"You handle the procedures, and I'll take my parents in first."
"Ah, Mr. Lin, please take your time."
Lin Zhen suddenly stopped and turned around: "Don't mention my martial artist's identity."
"Understood, understood! I'll definitely keep it a secret for you. Don't laugh, but when I was a child, my dream was to become a special agent. I think my will and character are suited for that, and I have a tight mouth. It's just that I ended up studying medicine... "
Lin Zhen smiled, although this man was a bit melodramatic, it was just human nature.
After leaving the office, things moved quickly here - in less than three minutes, Liu Baiwan was kicked out.
"Dad, we'll stay here." Lin Zhen hung his father's IV bag on the bed.
"Son, can this work? The other party is rich." Lin Liye was still worried.
"What's the use of money? We'll have plenty of it in the future." Lin Zhen smiled and told his father.
"I think it's fine. Our son is a martial artist; what does Liu Baiwan count for? I think you need to toughen up a bit, old man, and not embarrass our son."
Li Qin, on the other hand, took things in stride and laughed: "Seeing Liu Baiwan being swept out of the door just now made me feel relieved. I've been bullied for half my life, and today is the day I made it!"
Seeing his parents' smiles, Lin Zhen's mood was also good; the good life had just begun.
After settling his parents down, Lin Zhen was about to order some food when Liu Le entered.
"Lin Zhen! On what basis did you kick my father out?"
Lin Zhen glanced at Liu Le and showed a slightly mischievous smile: "Because I am a martial artist, they don't dare not to."
"You're a martial artist?"
Liu Le gave Lin Zhen a suspicious look and sized him up and down: "Pfft~! With your looks, you can be a martial artist? I don't believe it."
"Hehe! It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I'll tell you, actually, I know a vice president of the hospital who helped me out. Are you rich and powerful? Still, you have to leave. When money is not as useful as power."
"I was wondering, so you know the Vice President of the hospital. But don't be smug, Lin Zhen; I'll show you what's even more useful than having power these days!"
"What's that?"
"Of course, it's strength!"
Liu Le pulled out his cell phone with pride and made a call.
"Brother Hu, it's Liu Le. Yeah, there's a guy causing trouble at the hospital. He's not a martial artist, just someone who failed the martial arts exam. Come and teach him a lesson first, then after you're done, I'll call the police and have him arrested. We'll make his family go bankrupt this time."
After he finished speaking, Liu Le hung up the phone and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Lin Zhen, you shouldn't have crossed me. Do you know who Brother Hu is? Chen Changhu, a real fighter!"
"Oh, I thought he was a martial artist." Lin Zhen asked casually.
"Lin Zhen, I found out that you can really bluff people with your talk about martial artists. Let me tell you, Brother Hu came from the same high school as me. If it weren't for him injuring someone before the graduation exam and being sentenced, he would have been a martial artist by now. Everyone says he has the strength of an average martial arts student. It's like child's play for him to deal with someone like you. After Brother Hu is done with you, you'll have to go to the police station!"
"Well, I'm looking forward to it."
There was a commotion outside, and Liu Le's face lit up with joy as he ran out, turning to Lin Zhen and saying, "You're done for! You're dead!"
"Dad, you guys have a good rest. I'll be back soon."
Lin Liye nodded. His son was a martial artist now, so he didn't need to be so timid and afraid.
Lin Zhen stepped out, and a man was approaching from outside.
Bald, wearing a black tight-fitting vest in the middle of winter. He had a tiger tattoo stretching from the top of his head down his back, even around his eye sockets. A short knife hung from his waist and everyone avoided him as he walked by, clearly knowing who this guy was.
"Brother Hu, it's this kid!"
Brother Hu finally turned his gaze to Lin Zhen, speaking casually: "Who dares to mess with my brother? Don't they know this place is under my protection?"
"Brother Hu, it's him. Relying on his hospital connections, he kicked my father out."
Brother Hu glanced at Liu Le, who quickly smiled apologetically.
Brother Hu ignored Liu Le and focused his attention on Lin Zhen.
"You're quite young, just graduated from high school, right?"
Lin Zhen looked at Chen Changhu: "So what if I did?"
Chen Changhu lit a cigarette, sizing up Lin Zhen: "Did you get into a martial arts school?"
Before Lin Zhen could speak, Liu Le said: "He didn't get into any fucking martial arts school. He's just a worthless punk with some basic skills, only good for bullying people like me. No martial arts school would want him. The graduation exams are over, and he hasn't even earned a uniform."
Brother Hu was testing Lin Zhen too, and upon hearing Liu Le's words, he immediately felt relieved. He swaggered over to Lin Zhen: "Kid, I guess you dream of becoming a martial artist too, but you didn't make it. Our experiences are quite similar. In light of our similarities, I'll give you a chance today. If you can see how I draw my knife and manage to block one of my strikes without dying, I'll let you go, and hand you over to the police."
"So if I can see you draw your knife and block a strike without dying, I can go to the police station, right?"
"Haha! The fact that you can say that means you don't know who I am. I, Chen Changhu, only strike once when I take action. If someone can block my strike without dying, I'm willing to give them a chance to start over. Otherwise, falling into my hands is far scarier than falling into the hands of the police."
At this point, Liu Le sneered: "You've never heard of Brother Hu's single strike? You deserve your bad luck today, kid."
Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows ever so slightly: "I definitely won't be able to see how you draw your knife."
Brother Hu appeared a bit smug: "As long as you know. If you don't want to be cut, get out one million. I, Tiger, can't come for nothing... "
Lin Zhen interrupted him: "Because you won't have a chance to draw your knife."
"What did you sa... smack!"
Just as Brother Hu was about to explode in anger, a blur appeared in front of him. Out of nowhere, a lightning-fast slap landed heavily on his face.
Chen Changhu, who had been full of confidence just moments ago, was now dizzy, seeing stars, and fell headfirst to the ground, his head slamming forcefully against the wall!