Hearing the crying voice of the girl, Chen Yang abruptly broke away from his thoughts and then stood up from the rocking chair.
Rubbing his eyes, he saw the little girl standing at the entrance of the clinic, with tearful eyes.
"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong? Are you looking for Uncle Chen for something?" Chen Yang asked the crying girl.
The little girl in front of him, tearful and vulnerable, was named Xiaoxiao.
She was the child of Chen Zhuang, a childhood friend from Chen Yang's village. Unfortunately, Chen Zhuang had died in a landslide not long after Xiaoxiao was born.
He left behind a beautiful wife and Xiaoxiao, who depended solely on each other.
Because Chen Yang had been very close to Chen Zhuang since childhood, since returning to Liuhé Village, he had always taken good care of the mother and daughter.
"Uncle Yang... My mom and I encountered some bad people... Bad men burst into our house and beat up my mom... they also tore her clothes. Uncle Yang, please save my mom..." Xiaoxiao cried heartbreakingly, her helpless little hands grabbing and vigorously shaking Chen Yang's arm, pleading for his help.
Hearing this, Chen Yang was momentarily stunned.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao! Uncle is here!" Then without another word, Chen Yang scooped up Xiaoxiao and rushed directly towards Chen Zhuang's house, not even having time to close the clinic's door.
Liuhé Village was not large, and although Chen Zhuang's house was somewhat remote, Chen Yang arrived at the entrance of Chen Zhuang's home in less than two minutes.
Upon arriving, Chen Yang immediately heard the helpless pleas of Chen Zhuang's wife from inside the house.
"Please... spare me, my husband owed you money, I will pay it back... but please give me some time."
Inside the house, Chen Zhuang's wife, Zhang Xueying, was begging several thuggish-looking men while sitting disheveled on the ground.
But these thugs, seeing Zhang Xueying's desperate pleas, showed no compassion.
Their faces twisted in sleazy smiles, intensified even more.
"Give you time? Your dead husband has owed us thirty thousand yuan for many years now. If you could have paid it back, you would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?"
"Years have passed, and I must have that thirty thousand yuan back! Tonight, we'll take you first, collect some interest, and tomorrow we'll send you to the brothel in the county to work off the debt with your body!"
Among the men, the fat leader, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, sneered sinisterly.
After speaking, the fat man opened his rough palms and, like a vicious dog pouncing for food, lunged towards the helpless Zhang Xueying.
The other men also spread evil grins, beginning to tear at Zhang Xueying's clothes.
However, at this critical moment.
With a loud bang!
The front door of Zhang Xueying's house was kicked open.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, clear out!" Holding Xiaoxiao and arriving at the scene, Chen Yang kicked open the door and roared inside.
The sudden kicking open of the door startled everyone.
Several thugs turned their heads in unison, looking towards Chen Yang who was holding Xiaoxiao.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xueying, like seeing a lifesaver, looked towards Chen Yang.
"Chen Yang..." Zhang Xueying covered her chest with her hands, shielding some of her skin exposed by the thugs tearing her clothes, then immediately stood up and ran towards Chen Yang, ultimately hiding behind his back.
"Chen Yang, these people are here to collect a debt..." Zhang Xueying said fearfully, watching the thugs.
"I understand their intentions; leave this matter to me," Chen Yang reassured Zhang Xueying, then looked up at the several thugs and the fat leader standing in front of him.
"I've heard about the debt Chen Zhuang owed you, but this is too much! Bullying a widow and her orphan, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?" Chen Yang chided coldly.
In the face of these thugs, Chen Yang showed no fear.
Because of the legacy he had just gained, not only had his medical skills improved, but his physical condition had also improved.
Now, Chen Yang felt an inexhaustible strength within his body.
In front of him, these few frail thugs didn't make him blink an eye.
Moreover, Chen Yang's eyes possessed magical abilities, making every move of the thugs extremely clear to him.
"Ha! Chen Zhuang is dead, and someone still cares about this widow and orphan? Did you fall for Chen Zhuang's wife?"
The leading fat man, showing his large yellow teeth and wearing a full-faced sinister smile, stepped forward and sneered, "If you're interested, just say so! Pay the thirty thousand yuan for her, and she's yours. How about it?"
The fat man, full of arrogance, raised his arm, making a gesture for money.
Chen Yang frowned, feeling somewhat embarrassed; he didn't have that much money on him...
After his parents died, almost all the money they left was used for his education. Having only recently returned to Liuhé Village, his clinic hadn't earned much either, so all his belongings added up to only a few thousand yuan.
"I don't have the money now, but I can get it for you in a few days," Chen Yang said with a furrowed brow.
Things had developed to this point, and Chen Yang was not going to back down.
It's only right to pay off debts. Chen Zhuang was Chen Yang's close friend, and since he had died, Chen Yang took it upon himself to shoulder the thirty thousand yuan debt.
But the moment the fat man heard there was no money, his expression immediately changed.
"No money? You dare to bluster in front of us without money? If you don't want to die, scram now! Or else I'll break your arms!" the fat man bellowed, feeling played, and posed as if he was about to attack at any moment.
"If you can't pay, just obediently come with our boss. After you make our boss happy and the debt is cleared, there's also a reward!" At that moment, the fat man's henchmen also began to mock Chen Yang and Zhang Xueying, their words full of disdain and filth.
And their eyes, full of lechery, never stopped roaming over Zhang Xueying's body.
Zhang Xueying was beautiful.
After being harassed, she looked even more stunning with her disheveled clothes.
Although Chen Yang stood in front of Zhang Xueying, the thug's lascivious gazes were locked onto her body.
"Today, as long as I'm here, I dare you to touch her!" Chen Yang stood his ground unwaveringly, his attitude turning increasingly cold.
These people were too much.
"Damn it! You're really asking for it! Boys, get him!" Completely enraged, the fat man no longer held back, waving his hand to signal the thugs to attack Chen Yang.