Chapter 88: The Emergency Room Next Door

"You... Do you even know the rules? You're treating the patients' lives like a joke! I'm going to call the police and have you all arrested!" The doctor was so angry that he was trembling all over.

The thin, short, and dark man pointed at the doctor and said viciously, "Hit him! If you don't, you're a coward! I want to see which police officer has the guts to come and interfere with Mr. Yuan's affairs!"

The doctor, unable to catch his breath, clutched his chest and gasped. He had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone as arrogant as this.

Yuan Wenjie frowned and reluctantly entered the ward. He glared at the thin, short, and dark man, "You spat on the floor at the door, how am I supposed to step in?"

At this moment, Meng Qunsheng, who was in the ward, just woke up. The pill Zeng Yi gave him was a special medicine for treating acute external injuries, which caused unconsciousness.

The anesthetic had not completely worn off, but Meng Qunsheng still felt a piercing pain all over his body. Every part of him hurt so much that he didn't want to keep his body anymore. He tried to move but found himself unable to do so.

"Are you Meng Qunsheng?" Yuan Wenjie asked.

Meng Qunsheng did not answer, but the name card by his bed clearly stated his name and condition.

The thin, short, and dark man brought a chair, and Yuan Wenjie sat down. He took out an envelope from his pocket, opened it slowly, and said, "This letter of complaint, did you write it?"

Because Yuan Wenjie wanted to demolish the original Eighth Route Army office building, Meng Qunsheng wrote letters to multiple higher authorities, reporting the illegal demolition by Feilong Construction and exposing their illegal occupation of unplanned land. However, these letters were quickly returned.

Under the current petition system, writing a complaint letter only brings harm to the complainant and does little to curb corruption. Think about it, if you want to report the director of your bureau, you write a complaint letter to a higher authority, but after it goes through multiple layers of forwarding, it ends up back at the bureau for handling. Who handles it? The director. When the director sees the complaint letter, will he voluntarily confess to the organization, or will he turn around and deal with you, the troublemaker? The answer is obvious.

It's unknown who designed this complaint system, but it almost completely blocks the path for higher-level reporting, which is one of the main reasons for the increasing number of petitioners, a typical case of officials protecting each other.

This letter should not have reached Yuan Wenjie, but in Nanjiang, who would dare to investigate Feilong Construction? So the letter was handed to Yuan Wenjie, and he was left to deal with it. What could Yuan Wenjie do? As soon as he received the complaint letter, he decided to deal with Meng Qunsheng, the troublemaker. Hearing that Meng Qunsheng was hospitalized, he brought people to confront him.

"It was me!" Meng Qunsheng gritted his teeth, "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Wenjie waved the letter and said disdainfully, "Let me tell you, all the complaint letters you wrote are now in my hands. You should just lie here and recover, don't waste your time on this anymore!"

Meng Qunsheng's eyes shot out a look of anger, "If no one in Nanjiang Province dares to handle your affairs, I will report it level by level, to the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, the Ministry of Land and Resources, or even the State Council. I don't believe there isn't a department that will handle your affairs!"

The thin, short, and dark man pointed at Meng Qunsheng, "I see you only remember the good times and forget the bad! Mr. Yuan is being polite to you, don't push your luck!"

Yuan Wenjie waved his hand and said, "It's just an old building. Is your life more important or the building? Even your leaders don't care, why are you so enthusiastic?"

Meng Qunsheng glared at Yuan Wenjie, saying nothing.

Yuan Wenjie lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then looked at the bandages and medical equipment on Meng Qunsheng's body with interest. He definitely didn't like such a stubborn person, but he was curious. He wondered how such a person could be so stubborn, willing to risk everything for an old, irrelevant building.

Blowing out a smoke ring, Yuan Wenjie said, "Tell me, what will it take for you to stop causing trouble? Money or a position?"

Yuan Wenjie had his own logic. He would rather give money to corrupt officials than to ordinary people. The reason was simple: corrupt officials would do things for him, while giving a penny more to ordinary people would make them grateful.

"Tell me! Today you're lucky, Mr. Yuan is being especially lenient with you!" the thin, short, and dark man said.

Meng Qunsheng stared at Yuan Wenjie, "No more nonsense. I want everything. I want you, this bully, to be punished by the law, and I want you to go to jail!"

Yuan Wenjie flicked the cigarette butt away and stood up, hands on his hips, "I want to see who will be the first to suffer!"

"Disrespectful!" the thin, short, and dark man said.

The thin, short, and dark man immediately showed excitement. He reached out and pulled the IV drip from Meng Qunsheng's bed and threw it to the ground. The drip shattered, and the needle remained in Meng Qunsheng's arm, causing blood to flow back and stain the entire needle.

"Everyone, attack! Pull out these tubes and smash those machines. I want to see if this guy can still walk out of the hospital alive!"

The thin, short, and dark man kicked a monitor, which fell to the ground, sparking.

"I'll fight to the death with you!"

Old Meng's eyes turned red. He was protective of his son and, somehow, found the strength to break free from the two strong men holding him. He hopped over with one leg, leaped high, and slapped Yuan Wenjie's face. Then he spat, and the phlegm stuck to Yuan Wenjie's face. "You bastards, I'm going all out today, one dead is one less!"

After saying that, he extended his hands to choke Yuan Wenjie's neck.

Yuan Wenjie was startled and quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding Old Meng's iron grip. He was still shaken and shouted, "You useless scum, can't even control an old cripple!"

The phlegm was still stuck to his face, swaying back and forth.

The thin, short, and dark man, who failed to protect Yuan Wenjie, was drenched in cold sweat. He was furious and eager to make up for his mistake. "What are you all standing there for? Teach this old man a lesson, beat him to death, and cripple his leg!"

A thug picked up Old Meng's cane and swung it high, aiming for Old Meng's head.

The doctors and the crowd were all shocked by this scene. Some screamed, and others closed their eyes. This blow would surely result in Old Meng's brain splattering, and he would be in grave danger.

"Too much!"

At this moment, Zeng Yi shouted, stepped forward, and grabbed the thug's hair, pulling him back. The thug's cane missed Old Meng's head, and he flew backward. Zeng Yi then kicked him, and the thug, weighing about 170 pounds, flew like a cannonball, crashing into the ICU door and falling to the ground, groaning and unable to move, with a chunk of hair torn off his head.

Yuan Wenjie wiped the phlegm off his face with a handkerchief but still felt nauseous. His eyes turned red, and he jumped up, shouting, "Beat him, all of you, beat him!"

He charged forward, swinging his arm and hitting Old Meng's face.

Zeng Yi reached out and caught Yuan Wenjie's wrist, twisting it and pushing him forward. Yuan Wenjie's young face was pushed to Old Meng's face.

Old Meng didn't hesitate, reaching out and slapping Yuan Wenjie several times, leaving red marks on his face.

Yuan Wenjie was now insane, completely losing his mind. He had never been slapped so much in his life. He ignored everything and roared, "All of you, attack! Beat him to death, don't let anyone escape!"

The thin, short, and dark man, eager to save his master, was the first to charge.

Zeng Yi tapped Yuan Wenjie's waist, and Yuan Wenjie instantly felt an electric shock, trembling and collapsing at Old Meng's feet.

The thin, short, and dark man, who had been seeking revenge on Zeng Yi, no longer held back. He swung his fist and kicked Zeng Yi's stomach, just like Tang Weiguo did last time.

Zeng Yi, just like last time, stepped forward, caught the thug's ankle, and kicked his supporting leg. This time, Zeng Yi was angry, and his kick hit the thug's knee, causing his leg to bend backward. The thug fell to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming.

The thin, short, and dark man had been taught a lesson by Zeng Yi before, but he didn't learn his lesson and became even more arrogant. For such a determined villain, Zeng Yi no longer held back. If he let this thug go, many more innocent people would suffer. He used hidden strength, not breaking the thug's leg but making it as fragile as glass. Any step on the road would cause a fracture, and he would never recover.

In a moment, two of Yuan Wenjie's men were taken down.

The doctors and the crowd, realizing what was happening, all rushed forward, surrounding the thugs and beating them. Some doctors even took out small hammers used for knee reflex tests and started smashing, leaving the thugs with bruises and screaming for help.

Yuan Wenjie's behavior was too overbearing, and it incited the anger of everyone present. They all vented their frustration.

"I'll beat you scoundrels to death!"

Old Meng, leaning on the bed, used his only good leg to kick Yuan Wenjie's face repeatedly. Yuan Wenjie couldn't avoid it, and two of his teeth flew out, rolling on the ground.

Yuan Wenjie was scared. He felt that the other side was trying to kill him. He hadn't become the son of the provincial governor yet, and there were still many beautiful women he hadn't been with. If he died at the hands of an old cripple, it would be too humiliating. Gathering some strength, he struggled to crawl away, trying to escape.

Just as he stood up, he ran into Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi didn't say a word, just tapped Yuan Wenjie's chest, and he fell back at Old Meng's feet. To outsiders, it looked like Yuan Wenjie had tried to escape but accidentally bumped into Zeng Yi and fell again.

"Beat him, beat him to death! The emergency room is next door, if he dies, I'll take responsibility for the resuscitation!"

An angry doctor shouted, not afraid of the consequences. Yuan Wenjie's face turned black, and he almost fainted.