Chapter 14

"What's going on? What's this?"

Through the dense crowd in the small courtyard, Lin Sha, who had just stepped into the front hall, which was also the pharmacy, couldn't help but lightly raise his eyebrows.

In the front hall, the air was filled with a faint血腥味 and a pungent smell. His face immediately turned serious.

"Someone is injured, and it's a gunshot wound?"

He didn't think that a firecracker injury would cause such a commotion!

The atmosphere in the front hall was also tense and heavy. His cheap master, Wong Fei-hung, was helping a wounded person. Lin Sha glanced over and his pupils slightly contracted; it was a middle-aged man he didn't recognize.

The eldest disciple, Porky Rong, was furious, his body radiating a killing aura as he panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, clearly enraged.

Toothpaste So was busy assisting, passing medicine and bandages, sweating profusely.

Despite this, no one spoke, the atmosphere so heavy that it almost made it hard to breathe.

"Lin, Lin, Lin Sha, you're back!"

Toothpaste So, having finished his task, wiped the sweat from his forehead and managed to smile at Lin Sha.

"What's going on?"

Lin Sha frowned, not quite used to such a heavy atmosphere.

"A, a fish, fisherman, was, was beaten by, by the British!"

Toothpaste So, who had become very close to Lin Sha in recent days, stammered an explanation.

"Why would the British shoot this uncle?"

Lin Sha was even more confused. Although he wasn't very familiar with the history of the late Qing period, he knew that those Western powers, who considered themselves civilized, wouldn't randomly harm people, especially not with guns!

"Alright, the bullet is out. Ah So, get the medicine quickly!"

At this moment, his cheap master, Wong Fei-hung, stood up, took a hot towel from his fellow disciple Ling Yun-kai, and while wiping his hands, gave instructions.

"Master, what medicine?"

Lin Sha quickly interjected, knowing that Toothpaste So was still learning Chinese and might not recognize the names of certain medicines.

"Golden wound medicine!"

Wong Fei-hung finally noticed Lin Sha and smiled, nodding, "Ah Sha is back!"

"Master, what exactly happened?"

While helping to get the medicine, Lin Sha asked curiously.

"What else, the foreigners bullying us Chinese!"

Before the cheap master could answer, the eldest disciple, Porky Rong, who had been silent, spoke up with a loud, angry voice.

"Shi Rong, don't talk nonsense!"

Wong Fei-hung gave Porky Rong a disapproving look, instantly suppressing him.

"Now, with so many foreign ships in the port, their flags are all different. This uncle couldn't tell the American flag from the British flag, so he boarded the wrong ship and got injured!" Wong Fei-hung explained, somewhat helplessly.

"Really? The American flag and the British flag are quite easy to recognize!"

Lin Sha was somewhat surprised. For someone making a living at the docks, not being able to distinguish between the flags of foreign countries, he didn't know what to say.

"This..."

Wong Fei-hung's face showed a hint of surprise, which quickly disappeared as he shook his head, "Fortunately, it wasn't a vital injury. The bullet was removed, and he's saved!"

At this moment, Ling Yun-kai walked over with a tray. On the tray, besides the blood-stained medical tools, there was a round lead bullet lying quietly.

"Master, this is the bullet from the foreign gun!"

Despite his anger, the eldest disciple, Porky Rong, picked up the bullet with curiosity and said.

"Eldest brother, didn't you play with guns when you were in the Black Flag Army?"

Lin Sha, unable to stand it, snatched the bullet from Porky Rong's hand, examined it carefully, and said solemnly, "Master, this lead bullet is toxic. We don't know how big the wound is. It's best to clean it with strong alcohol several times to prevent infection!"

"From now on, the treatment of the uncle's wound will be your responsibility!"

Wong Fei-hung was taken aback by this and then smiled, assigning the task.

"Don't worry, Master!"

Lin Sha nodded, though he found it a bit troublesome, he thought it was good to help save a life when he had the ability.

"Master, how should we handle the uncle's situation?"

Porky Rong, feeling embarrassed by Lin Sha's question, suddenly interjected.

Wong Fei-hung shook his head, his face full of helplessness, and sighed, "The capital is promoting the Self-Strengthening Movement, but in the end, it's still the Chinese who suffer in such disputes!"

Lin Sha also felt helpless, deeply feeling the sorrow of a weak country. The foreigners were rampant on Chinese soil, injuring people without consequence and even pursuing the 'culprits.' How outrageous and unfortunate!

"Can we even live like this?"

The eldest disciple, Porky Rong, suddenly roared, startling everyone.

Porky Rong, full of anger, paced back and forth, his face furious as he raised his arms and shouted, "The court is so weak, bowing and scraping to the foreigners without any backbone. We can only bear our grievances in silence!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Porky Rong, eyes full of madness, rushed out of the front hall and shouted to the group of militia youths in the courtyard, "Militia brothers, let's go find trouble with the foreigners and show them that we Chinese are not to be bullied!"

"Eldest brother, are you crazy?"

Lin Sha, seeing the situation, quickly leaped up and grabbed Porky Rong's arm, shouting angrily.

"Let go, I'm not crazy, I can't stand this humiliation!"

Porky Rong struggled fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, shouting.

As if infected, the dozen or so militia youths in the courtyard began to stir.

"I can't stand this humiliation either!"

Lin Sha, almost thrown off by Porky Rong, felt a surge of anger and shouted, "But the foreigners have warships, cannons, and guns. What do we have?"

With a powerful swing, he forcibly pulled Porky Rong back into the front hall and shouted at the restless militia youths, "What do you have to fight the foreigners with, just your hot blood and bare hands? This isn't bravery, it's suicide!"

Like a bucket of cold water, the militia youths were silenced by Lin Sha's words, their spirits dampened and listless.

"What do you suggest we do?"

Porky Rong's anger was still intense, shouting at Lin Sha, "We suffer grievances, and we can't even vent them. I can't stand this life!"

"If you can't stand it, you still have to!"

Lin Sha's heart was burning with anger, feeling that Porky Rong was being unreasonable, and shouted, "The foreigners are strong, and if we don't want to die, we have to endure. If everyone is like you, what hard bones would China have left? We would all be dead, and the country would be beyond saving!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, you two!"

Seeing the two of them getting more and more angry and on the verge of a fight, Wong Fei-hung quickly intervened to mediate...

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