Chapter 39

Despite Huang Mao's constant urging, Gao Yunliang was still somewhat timid. Normally, when he played pranks or bullied the weak, it was for the sake of his reputation and to show off, which were typical behaviors of someone still influenced by adolescence. However, this did not mean he was a fool or lacked understanding. He was not short of money, and if he really got involved with these ruthless people who killed for money, he knew his limits. He could bully his subordinates, but in front of those who would do anything, he might be nothing. After all, his aunt's husband could not be an official forever, and he did not want to live a life of constant fear and danger, as it was completely unnecessary.

More importantly, if his aunt's husband found out, he would be skinned alive.

Gao Yunliang refused Huang Mao's proposal, claiming he was angry with his aunt's husband and did not want to rely on his influence. Huang Mao looked at his crushed hand, a flash of anger in his eyes, but he was helpless and followed Gao Yunliang out of the bathroom.

It was late at night, and Lin Zixian was practicing his skills in the dark room with the lights off. After finishing his practice, he suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

His alertness, hidden within him, immediately flared up. Thinking something had happened, he quickly pulled out several shiny cow hair needles from his belt and, like a gust of wind, rushed out of the door, leaped from the third-floor stairs to the second-floor stairs, and moved as agile and silent as a monkey, making no sound at all. He quickly贴墙迅速闪了过去.

As he burst into the second-floor living room, he was stunned by the scene. The room was filled with a spring-like atmosphere.

Liu Yanzhi and Qin Yue were wearing thin silk nightgowns, their curves clearly visible. Zhang Beibei was even more disheveled, her body wet, and she had simply thrown on a robe, apparently without any underwear. Her firm, white thighs were exposed in the air, and she was leaning on the sofa, her wet, thin clothes clinging to her chest, with two red spots prominently visible.

Lin Zixian's sudden, silent appearance had not been noticed by anyone yet. Zhang Beibei was the first to notice and let out a scream, clenching her thighs and covering her chest.

Liu Yanzhi and Qin Yue were also startled. The former grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him, shouting, "Pervert!"

This commotion immediately alarmed everyone upstairs and downstairs. Doors opened, people ran, and the sounds of people going up and down the stairs followed one after another.

Lin Zixian quietly put the cow hair needles back into his belt, lowered his head, and weakly turned to leave, allowing the cushions to hit him without retaliating.

Li Mingcheng, who had run up from downstairs, and Tong Yunan, who had run down from upstairs, almost simultaneously encountered him at the stairwell.

Tong Yunan looked at him with a strange expression, while Li Mingcheng, after a moment of shock, immediately recalled Liu Yanzhi's cry of "pervert" and his eyes widened. He swung his large fist and struck out.

Lin Zixian deflected the punch with a wave of his hand and pushed a palm into Li Mingcheng's chest, causing him to stagger back and collide with the wall.

"I've always known you're no good!" Li Mingcheng's eyes were bloodshot as he charged forward, ready to fight Lin Zixian to the death.

Lin Zixian smiled bitterly, thinking this was a misunderstanding. He grabbed the incoming punch, pulled it to the side, and pinned Li Mingcheng against the wall. Li Mingcheng struggled fiercely but could not break free, and roared, "Sister Yunan, call the police, call the police!"

Lin Zixian turned to look at Tong Yunan, who still had sleep in her eyes, and said with a bitter smile, "It's a misunderstanding!"

Tong Yunan was stunned and was about to enter the living room to see what was happening when Liu Yanzhi, already dressed, came out and, seeing Lin Zixian pinning Li Mingcheng against the wall, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Seeing her calm, Li Mingcheng, who was pressed against the wall, was taken aback and said, "Yanzhi, didn't you call him a pervert?"

Lin Zixian released him and raised his hands, saying, "I was just going downstairs and heard them screaming, thinking something had happened. I rushed in and saw them in their disheveled state, so I immediately turned and left. I really didn't look more..."

Qin Yue, also dressed, came out and said, "Beibei slipped and twisted her ankle while taking a shower. Let's help her to the hospital."

The misunderstanding was cleared, and everyone immediately gathered in the living room. By then, Zhang Beibei had put on a dress, and her white ankle was already swollen and red, looking like a bun.

Tong Yunan picked up a towel to help Zhang Beibei dry her wet hair and said, "How could you be so careless?"

"Li Mingcheng, what are you looking at? Have you never seen a girl's thighs? Go start the car and take Beibei to the hospital," Liu Yanzhi shouted.

Li Mingcheng awkwardly said "oh" and turned to leave. Lin Zixian, however, waved his hand and said, "It's just a minor injury, no need to go to the hospital."

Everyone looked at him, and Qin Yue frowned and said, "It's so swollen, it must be a serious injury!"

"If you don't mind, I can take a look," Lin Zixian said. Seeing everyone looking at him strangely, he quickly explained, "I mean no harm. I know a bit about treating injuries and can help Beibei. If it's really bad, we'll take her to the hospital."

Qin Yue looked at Zhang Beibei and said, "Should he help you?" Zhang Beibei nodded slightly in agreement.

At this point, Lin Zixian didn't hesitate, and he knelt in front of the sofa, lifting Zhang Beibei's injured right ankle with one hand and quickly massaging the swollen area with the other. Zhang Beibei winced in pain, her eyes welling up with tears.

Lin Zixian's examination was quick. He released her ankle and turned to the others, saying, "It's a sprain, and the ankle is slightly dislocated."

"Ah! The bones are dislocated," Liu Yanzhi exclaimed. "We should take her to the hospital quickly."

As Li Mingcheng was about to run to start the car, Lin Zixian calmly looked at Zhang Beibei and said, "I'll help you reset it, but it might hurt. Try to bear it."

Seeing his calm, confident, and deep gaze, Zhang Beibei nodded again, almost involuntarily.

Lin Zixian placed her foot on his thigh, secretly gathering his energy, and quickly rubbed his hands together until they were hot and red. He then suddenly grasped her swollen ankle and moved it rapidly, causing Zhang Beibei to twist in pain.

His large hands suddenly bent her foot, and a "crack" sound of the bones realigning was heard. Lin Zixian released her foot and gently placed it down, and Zhang Beibei slumped on the sofa.

Tong Yunan asked nervously, "How is it?"

Lin Zixian stood up and said, "I've helped her disperse the bruising, and the ankle is back in place. It shouldn't be a big problem now. Get some ice to help reduce the swelling. In a few days, she should be back to normal, but for the next few days, she should avoid putting too much weight on the injured foot and rest as much as possible."

Liu Yanzhi immediately shouted at her servant, "Go get some ice from the fridge!"

Li Mingcheng quickly ran downstairs and returned with a bowl of ice.

Lin Zixian took the towel from Tong Yunan, spread it on the table, and scattered a few handfuls of ice on it. He then quickly rolled the ice into a long strip, picked it up, and walked to the sofa, binding Zhang Beibei's injured ankle with it.

His actions were quick and skilled, as if he had done it many times before, leaving everyone amazed and confident in his judgment of Zhang Beibei's condition. Liu Yanzhi even asked, "Lin Zixian, are you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"

Actually, others had the same question, suspecting he was a specialist in treating injuries. Lin Zixian was taken aback and, scratching his head, said, "No, but I learned a bit from an old TCM doctor."

Everyone understood, nodding in agreement.

Lin Zixian then instructed that someone should stay with Zhang Beibei tonight to take care of her, and not to leave the ice pack on for too long to avoid affecting circulation. When Zhang Beibei's ankle felt swollen and warm, they should reapply the ice, repeating this several times until morning, which should reduce the swelling.

Qin Yue volunteered to stay with Zhang Beibei for the night.

As everyone was about to return to their rooms, Zhang Beibei suddenly called out, "Big Brother Lin, can I walk slowly tomorrow?"

Everyone turned around, and Lin Zixian frowned and said, "Do you have school? If you follow my advice, you should be able to walk slowly by tomorrow, but it's best to take a few days off to rest, or it will take longer to recover."

"I have an important test tomorrow and can't afford to miss it," Zhang Beibei said, clearly anxious.

"This is easy," Liu Yanzhi said, pointing at Lin Zixian. "Since you're the most free here and have nothing to do, you can take her to school tomorrow. Having a doctor who treats injuries around is great, and a man like you shouldn't lack manners, right?"

This was hard to refuse, and Lin Zixian, scratching his head, agreed. He asked Zhang Beibei what time she needed to go to school, and everyone dispersed.

Back in his room, Lin Zixian hung a map of Donghai City on the wall, a habit he had. Wherever he went, he always bought a map to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

After locating the position of Donghai University, he noticed it was not far from here, which was probably why Zhang Beibei had chosen to rent a place here. After getting a rough idea of the time, distance, and directions, he went to rest.

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Lin Zixian, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and became alert. He got out of bed, walked to the window, and peeked through a crack in the curtains. He saw Tong Yunan quietly opening the iron gate in the courtyard and closing it before leaving, seemingly not wanting to disturb everyone's sleep.

Lin Zixian frowned, wondering what she was doing so early. A small grocery store shouldn't open this early, and he subconsciously wanted to follow her but decided against it.

He let down the curtains and checked the time, finding he had no more sleep. Thinking about having to take Zhang Beibei to school later, he decided to practice his daily routine, "Chao Tian Yi Zhu Xiang." Normally, he would practice his internal skills every day without delay, as it was the only thing the old man Lin Bao would nag about...

PS: Do not imitate treating injuries at home; seek medical help if needed!

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