"Who did it?"
This question hit the painful part of Xiao Chen's heart.
He had hoped that, with the advantage of being reborn and the foresight it provided, he would be able to reverse his tragic fate.
But who could have known that, before even starting his apprenticeship, his ambitions and bright future would be crushed by a fat woman who weighed over 200 pounds!
Can anyone explain why?
Of course, that fat woman wasn't acting intentionally.
As a protagonist with a broad mind, Xiao Chen wouldn't place the blame on an innocent bystander.
So, he directed all his frustration toward one person...
"Lin Beifan! It's all his fault!!!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth in anger.
Zhao Siming was stunned. "Lin Beifan? The one who called me? What's he got to do with this? I heard from the doctor that he brought you here and prepaid for your medical expenses! In today's world, there aren't many people who would do something like that!"
Xiao Chen glared at Zhao Siming, frustration bubbling up inside.
Brother, you were sold, and you're even helping them count the money!
In the previous life, you were treated like this, you lost your job, and eventually had to leave Song Family Hospital, leading to a miserable life.
But, brother, I don't blame you!
Because I've been reborn. You haven't. You don't understand the true nature of Lin Beifan.
This guy's city is too deep!
He clearly has immense ability and powerful connections, but he chooses to play the fool. Everyone underestimates him, and that's when he strikes, suppressing his enemies with lightning speed!
What's even more terrifying is his methods.
He doesn't play petty conspiracies. He only plays the long game!
He always stands on the moral high ground while dealing with you, and he does it ruthlessly!
Back then, besides myself, several of my brothers were also crushed by him!
Not only was the business over…
But the woman also ran away with him!
Looking back now, my heart still aches!
"Senior Brother, don't be deceived by the other party's appearance! Go and inquire—he's the eldest young master of the Lin family, a clueless rich second-generation who spends his time and money without a care! How could someone like him be a good person?"
Zhao Siming questioned, "Really? Is it like that?"
"Of course, it's true, Junior Brother! What would I lie to you about? He's a wicked person, the kind that oozes pus!" Xiao Chen said bitterly. "But now's not the time for all that. You'll understand soon enough! Just trust me—I would never lie to you, Junior Brother!"
Zhao Siming nodded, a bit doubtful.
"Let's not talk about that for now!" Xiao Chen continued. "I called you here, not only to recognize the door but also because I hope you can personally take action and heal my wounds!"
Xiao Chen smiled bitterly. "You saw it too—I have three broken ribs. It'll take at least two months to fully recover. I can't wait that long! I want to get better quickly!"
"Haha! Junior Brother, you've come to the right person!" Zhao Siming laughed. "As long as I take action, I promise that within a week, you'll be healed and back on your feet!"
Xiao Chen was overjoyed. "Senior Brother, could it be that your Guigu Shenzhen Needle has reached the seventh needle?"
Zhao Siming nodded with a proud smile. "Indeed! We have nine needles in total for Guigu Shenzhen. One for pain relief, two for cold, three for fever, four for hemostasis, five for raw meat, six for the viscera, seven for the bones, eight to revive the soul, and the ninth—the Hades needle that kills life!"
"Although my talent isn't as good as yours, Junior Brother, I've worked hard day and night, and not long ago, I mastered the seventh needle—the joining of the bone! It can speed up recovery if the bone is broken! With my silver needle, you'll recover in less than a week!"
Xiao Chen was ecstatic. "Haha! Senior Brother, you're amazing! Please help me recover!"
Inwardly, he thought, Lin Beifan, just wait for me! After I recover, I'll settle the score with you!
"Wait a moment, Junior Brother. I'll heal you right now!" Zhao Siming said, preparing his needle.
He took out a silver needle from his bag, heated it with fire, and then spoke solemnly, "Junior Brother, this may hurt a little, but please bear with it!"
Xiao Chen nodded, his eyes filled with resolve. "Brother, go ahead. I endured the pain last night, so this little bit won't be a problem!"
"Alright, here we go. Focus!" Zhao Siming warned as he began the procedure.
Saying that, Zhao Siming picked up the disinfected silver needle and stabbed it into Xiao Chen's chest.
But after two attempts, he still couldn't get it in.
"Junior Brother, could it be that you're cultivating inner strength?"
Xiao Chen shook his head. "How could I have time for that? If I were cultivating inner strength, I wouldn't have ended up like this! I don't know what's going on—my skin has become really tough! Brother, put some more strength into it!"
"Alright!"
Zhao Siming pressed harder.
The skin didn't break, but the silver needle bent.
"It's okay, I'll try again with a new one!"
He pushed harder.
The skin stayed intact, but the silver needle bent once more.
"I'll try a thicker one! I'll make sure it works!"
And so, he tried again and again.
Each time, the silver needles bent or broke, but the skin didn't even get scratched.
"Hey! I don't believe this!"
Zhao Siming grabbed the last silver needle, squatted down on the bed, and used all his strength to stab it.
But then, his foot slipped, and he fell, sending the silver needle flying.
Xiao Chen looked on with concern. "Senior Brother, are you alright?"
Zhao Siming's face turned pale. "I managed to get it in!"
"But… why doesn't it feel right?"
"It went into my flesh… oh, it hurts so much! It hurts, it really hurts…"
Xiao Chen, the protagonist: "..."