Pluralism

Everyone, including the scarred man, thought Murong Wu was reminding the girl in the room. Only Si Ming Murong Wu's meaning and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This guy is really kind-hearted. He's been bullied like this and he's still worried about the other person's safety. He's practically reached the level of the biblical saying, 'If someone strikes you on the right cheek, also lay your left breast on the table. If someone wants to sue you and take your clothes, also take off your underwear.'"

The scarred man pushed open the wooden door aggressively, as if he was about to rush in, but suddenly froze. He stood there at the doorway, motionless, as if he had become a statue.

"Hey, Scarface Tiger, what are you doing standing here instead of coming in? Did you see a ghost?"

A man from the Golden Flood Dragon Gang stepped forward and patted the scarred man on the shoulder. The man fell backward to the ground. Everyone stared in horror as they saw that the scarred man's face had become a bloody mess, as if it had been corroded by strong acid. Moreover, his body was melting rapidly at a visible speed, turning into a puddle of pus in the blink of an eye.

"Ah--"

The man who had patted the scarred man on the shoulder let out a piercing scream, not because he was frightened by the scarred man's fate, but because his right hand was also melting rapidly, like a candle, with the melting pus dripping onto the ground and making a hissing sound.

"Help! Help me! Miracle doctor, please save me!"

Murong Wu couldn't bear it and hurriedly said to Shang Zhen, "Quickly cut off his arm, otherwise, once the poison spreads throughout his body, even a god can't save him."

Unfortunately, the group had come seeking medical help, and even if they only showed superficial goodwill, no one brought any weapons. By the time they frantically found a usable kitchen knife, the man had already breathed his last—half of his body had turned into pus.

"Monster Race! It must be the Monster Race's evil magic!"

Such bizarre methods are far more terrifying than killing with martial arts. Even the Golden Flood Dragon Gang members, who are all accustomed to risking their lives, were too frightened to rush forward to avenge their brothers.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no worry about running out of firewood. Let's go!"

Shang Zhen made a quick decision to retreat, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he found that his feet had lost all feeling and were stiff on the ground, unresponsive. Moreover, he was not the only one; the other members of the Golden Flood Dragon Gang were also unable to move.

"When did I get poisoned? Oh no, my Internal Cultivation isn't working at all."

"No, don't kill me! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a newborn child. My whole family depends on me to live."

"Miracle doctor, you are so merciful and compassionate, please spare us! We will never dare to do it again!"

Amidst the pleas of the crowd, Wu Xiu emerged leisurely from the house, casually tending to Murong Wu's injuries. She scolded him, "Do you know what you did wrong? You thought that because you saved someone's life, even if they weren't grateful, they should at least treat you with respect. You thought that if you were friendly to others, they wouldn't harm you even if they didn't reciprocate. Unfortunately, only humans understand such principles; animals don't. These guys are just a bunch of beasts who can speak human language. Expecting animals to abide by human principles is laughable in itself."

Seeing the complicated expression on Murong Wu's face, Wu Xiu pressed on, asking, "Alright, the fate of these guys is up to you. Your sister should have taught you the principle of repaying evil with kindness, and how to repay kindness, right? What do you think we should do with these guys who try to repay kindness with enmity?"

Chapter 560 Pluralism

"Miracle doctor, we promise we won't do anything bad anymore, please let us go."

"Miracle doctor, we are truly repentant, please give us another chance."

Upon hearing that their lives were in the hands of that young man, the members of the Golden Flood Dragon Gang begged for their lives, tears streaming down their faces. If their legs hadn't gone numb and were out of control, they probably would have knelt down and kowtowed on the spot.

They could all see that the girl was a ruthless person whose character was completely inconsistent with her appearance. If she were to make the judgment, their lives would be in danger, and begging for mercy would be useless. But it was different with this handsome young man. As long as they acted pitiful, the other party might soften. At this time, talking about manliness and being unwilling to submit would most likely mean certain death.

Murong Wu was filled with grievances. He had kindly saved people, but they repaid his kindness with enmity. Even though he was kind-hearted, he couldn't help but feel resentful. However, when he saw these people looking at him pitifully, he couldn't help but soften his heart. He had never killed anyone before, and he suddenly realized that his words could decide the life and death of these people. So even it became difficult for him to say a word of revenge.

Although Wu Xiu said these guys were beasts in human skin and there was no need to reason with them, how could Murong Wu, a person who wouldn't even kill a small animal, do that?

"I know that most of you are just trying to fool me, not genuinely admitting your mistakes."

As soon as Murong Wu spoke, the hearts of the Golden Dragon Gang members sank. They quickly swore oaths, claiming that they were truly repentant and begged the divine doctor to give them a chance to be good people.

"Shut up!" Wu Xiu was annoyed by the noise. With a flick of her sleeve, she released a cloud of green mist. Anyone who came into contact with it felt their body go numb and they couldn't even speak.

She turned to Murong Wu and said, "Continue."

"But doctors aren't executioners; they don't have the right to decide life and death. I believe that as long as even one person truly repents, my kindness will have been worthwhile. As for those who continue to work in the gang, when they do bad things in the future, please think about what happened today. Showing others some mercy is giving yourself three ways out."

Murong Wu turned to Wu Xiu and said, "Master, leave Chief Shang here and let the others leave."

Shang Zhen's eyes widened, wanting to defend himself, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Oh, these guys are all accomplices. Are you sure you want to let the tiger return to the mountain?" This half-baked answer made Wu Xiu somewhat dissatisfied, but not exactly disappointed.

"A minor punishment is a warning; they should be given a chance to reform. The one who hurt me was the gang leader, not them. I shouldn't hold a grudge. Although they were accomplices, these lower-ranking gang members sometimes had no other choice."

"What's there to be forced about? If you don't want to obey orders, just leave the gang. You're all able-bodied, why are you afraid of not surviving? You're nothing but a bunch of cowardly bullies. The higher-ups oppress them, so they oppress the lower-class commoners."

"By your standards, Master, 99% of the people in the world are useless. The vast majority are unable to control their own destiny. Heaven has a benevolent heart; let them have a way out."

"Hmph, Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. The idea that Heavenly Dao has a benevolent nature towards life is nothing but wishful thinking."

"Master, that's Daoist School saying. Shouldn't School of Medicine's attitude be that of a parent? If a child makes a mistake, a beating is enough. The right way is to urge them to correct their mistakes. How can you beat a child to death with a stick? Even tigers don't eat their cubs."

"You're not that old, but you speak with an air of superiority, spouting platitudes like an old sow wearing a bra, one after another. It's really strange. You received the same education, yet your sister is decisive and ruthless, without a trace of womanly compassion. How come you've become such a pedantic gentleman?" Wu Xiu stroked her chin. "Could it be a matter of bloodline? Are you and your sister not actually siblings?"

Murong Wu said seriously, "Master, you can't joke about something as important as our parents' reputation!"

Wu Xiu realized her mistake and said, "Tch, so young, yet so thoughtful. Never mind, I won't make those kinds of jokes again. We'll do as you say with these people."

With a flick of her sleeve, it was impossible to tell what she had done, but all the members of the Golden Flood Dragon Gang were released from their paralysis and returned to normal, except for Shang Zhen, who remained frozen in place.

"Thank you so much, doctor! I will never forget your great kindness!"

"The divine physician has a miraculous hand and a kind heart, and has repeatedly forgiven us. If we still do not repent, we will truly be heartless and ungrateful."

"The gang leader..."

Some people turned their gaze to Shang Zhen, hesitating to speak, seemingly wanting to plead for him. Wu Xiu immediately said, "Either get out now, or stay here with us. You have three breaths to decide."

The group immediately scattered. They dared to ask Murong Wu for favors and pester him relentlessly, but they didn't dare to utter a single word in front of Wu Xiu. They knew exactly who was easy to talk to and who wasn't.

Wu Xiu snorted, but didn't make things difficult for them. Actually, it wouldn't matter if she released them all; she had already planned her next move. Once these escaped guys had recovered from their wounds and continued to do evil, she would take Murong Wu to see the victims, point to their corpses, and say, "This person was killed by you."

Then, take Murong Wu to see the victim's family, force him to apologize, tell the family the truth, confront their grief and anger, and add a few hurtful words like "You ruined this family," "Your momentary pity caused someone else's family to be torn apart," and "Your kindness is built on the suffering of others."

With this drastic approach, I don't believe this disciple won't change his overly kind-hearted nature.