Chapter 9

In fact, Zhao Zhu was never the type to be content with a quiet life. He had practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for a considerable amount of time. When he was abroad, with his level, he could have continued his studies or joined a top mental health research institute to conduct research.

However, he witnessed a foreign professor attempting to rape a Chinese female student. Zhao Zhu directly beat the foreign professor to near death. Although he was later bailed out by his family, it was clear that he would find it difficult to continue his career abroad. Having a criminal record made it very hard to become a doctor, especially a psychiatrist. But Zhao Zhu didn't have to worry about his future.

After returning to China, his mother arranged everything for him. The psychiatric hospital where Zhao Zhu now works is actually controlled by his mother. Perhaps in a year or two, after Zhao Zhu becomes familiar with the situation and procedures, he could easily become the hospital's director.

"You..."

The man pointed at Zhao Zhu, but before he could say another word, there was a very crisp "slap."

Zhao Zhu slapped the man without any hesitation. The force was so strong that it spun the man half a turn, leaving him dazed.

Zhao Zhu had a lot of experience in fighting, especially in sudden brawls. Once you take the initiative, you can't hesitate or show any mercy. You just have to beat the other person down first. The scenes in kung fu movies where one punches the other and then steps back to let them recover and exchange a few words are almost never seen in real fights. Anyone who does that would probably be beaten to death.

After the slap, Zhao Zhu followed up with a heavy punch to the man's back of the head. Then, he grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, used his leg to generate power, and kneed the man in the abdomen. The man, who had just eaten, vomited undigested food and fell backward to the ground. If someone hadn't been specially trained to endure such attacks, they would definitely be unable to withstand such a beating.

The man's child was still crying on the ground. The fall didn't hurt the child much, and it had already sat up. However, seeing its father being beaten, the child started crying even louder.

The child's cries didn't move Zhao Zhu much. He scanned the corridor and walked straight to the trash can, picked up the broom leaning against it, and then swung it against the wall. The broom's head fell off, leaving only a metal handle, about a meter long, which felt quite handy.

"Damn it, kid, if you have the guts, don't run. I'll call for help," the man, who had just recovered, staggered to his feet and fumbled for his phone in his pocket.

However, before he could dial the number, Zhao Zhu's stick hit his face. The man let out a much more painful scream, covering his face and falling to the ground. Zhao Zhu didn't hold back; the stick left a bloody mess on the man's face, and it seemed that his nose was broken.

"Call for help? Go ahead, call! You were showing off in front of me, weren't you? I'll make you show off, show off, keep showing off!"

Zhao Zhu cursed and kept swinging the stick, hitting the man mercilessly. The ferocity of his actions made everyone around him back away. The children covered their eyes, and some parents couldn't bear to watch. To everyone, it looked like a small thug had met an even tougher one, and they were fighting right in the hospital.

The nurses and doctors were also stunned, mostly frightened by Zhao Zhu's ferocity. Only Zhu Wanqi, seeing the man's cries weakening, finally came to her senses, rushed forward, and hugged Zhao Zhu's waist, shouting:

"Stop, stop, you're going to kill him, you're going to kill him."

Zhao Zhu's body trembled, and he took a deep breath, looking at the man who was almost unconscious on the ground. He threw the stick to the ground, turned around, and said to Zhu Wanqi:

"It's your shift's end. Go change your clothes. I'll wait for you in the car."

"This..." Zhu Wanqi was stunned. Was she supposed to just change her clothes and go eat after beating someone like this?

"Hurry up," Zhao Zhu urged.

"Okay."

Zhu Wanqi didn't think much more and turned to leave for the changing room.

Zhao Zhu walked to the corner of the corridor, where about seven or eight security guards were standing. The leader had a scar on his face and was about the same age as Zhao Zhu. Seeing Zhao Zhu approach, the scar-faced man hurriedly offered him a cigarette.

Zhao Zhu didn't even look at it, knocking the cigarette out of his hand and said:

"Take care of this."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao. I'll handle it perfectly. You go eat."

Zhao Zhu smiled, patted the scar-faced man's face, who didn't mind at all, feeling honored to be patted by Zhao Zhu.

Zhu Wanqi quickly changed her clothes and came over. Zhao Zhu waved to her and then held her hand, walking down the stairs.

The scar-faced man waited respectfully until Zhao Zhu's figure disappeared down the stairs, then wiped the sweat from his face and said:

"Damn it, keep your eyes open. No one is to touch Nurse Zhu."

The other security guards nodded in agreement.

"Go, take that deadbeat to the ward. Send someone to copy the surveillance footage. We'll have something to say when we go to the police station."

"What about the child?"

"Are you stupid? The child has a fever. Let the doctors take care of it. Can you treat it?"

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In the car, Zhao Zhu fastened his seatbelt, took a pack of wet wipes from the front box, and wiped his face. Only now did he feel his originally heated emotions gradually cooling down.

Zhao Zhu had been in many fights before, but he had never beaten someone to near death like that. He knew that it was the negative emotions accumulated since entering the cursed "Terror Web Novel" world that had erupted. These emotions included fear, worry, and anxiety. In the mission world, Zhao Zhu remained calm because he was a psychiatrist and could temporarily suppress unnecessary emotions, but he couldn't just suppress them. So, the man had unfortunately become the outlet for Zhao Zhu's emotions, though it was also his own fault.

Zhu Wanqi got into the car and asked with concern, "Brother Zhu, are you okay?"

Zhao Zhu reached out and gently touched Zhu Wanqi's cheek. She was stunned, not expecting Zhao Zhu to do this. She didn't know how to react—should she avoid it or accept it?

"Does your face still hurt?"

Zhu Wanqi had been slapped by the man earlier.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Zhu Wanqi said, pursing her lips, while Zhao Zhu's hand remained on her face.

"You look very pretty today."

Zhu Wanqi was silent. Indeed, she had dressed up specially today. Since Zhao Zhu's status was higher than hers, as a woman, she wanted to look her best to avoid feeling too inferior. She wore a pink shirt with a light green shawl, a khaki skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, which, combined with her beautiful face, was quite alluring.

"Let's forget about what happened. It's fine. Now, you should think about where we should eat."

"Ah, anywhere is fine. Brother Zhu, you decide. I'll pay, as we agreed. And you helped me just now..."

"Alright, let's go to your place."

"Huh? To my place?" Zhu Wanqi was confused. "My mom is at work, and no one is home to cook. I can't cook either..."

"Didn't you say I could choose? Let's go to your place and eat you."

Zhu Wanqi blushed, biting her lip, not knowing how to respond.

"Ha ha, just kidding. Let's go have Korean barbecue for lunch." Zhao Zhu started the car. At that moment, his phone rang. He stopped the car and picked up his phone. A message from the "Terror Web Novel" group popped up, which was a group announcement:

"The Terror Web Novel world 'Ghost Possession' will open in a week. Participants: Xiong Zhiqi, Su Zhe, Liu Yuxi..."

Zhao Zhu glanced at it and didn't see his name, feeling relieved. Although he had expected not to be assigned another mission so soon after completing one, he was still glad to confirm it. He looked at the list again and only remembered Xiong Zhiqi, whom he had seen in the group that morning.

Out of habit, Zhao Zhu found Xiong Zhiqi in the group member list, clicked on his profile, and saw that he was in the same city as Zhao Zhu.

"Hey, brother, we're in the same city. Want to have a meal together?"

After sending the message, Zhao Zhu restarted the car. It was only a ten-minute drive to a high-end Korean barbecue restaurant. As he got out of the car, Zhao Zhu received a QQ message from Xiong Zhiqi:

"Bro, you're the best. Knowing I'm about to be in trouble, you're inviting me to a farewell meal. Tell me where, and I'll turn my sorrow into appetite and eat to my heart's content!"

The message was followed by a string of crying emojis.

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