By the time they reached the hospital, Shen Wuxiao had already arranged everything.
Lin Fan was sent in to have the bullet removed, followed by stitches.
Because Lin Fan's situation was special, and secrecy was required, they did not make a big fuss.
He was simply sent to a separate treatment room.
A single doctor was assigned to operate on him.
Shen Wuxiao could easily keep this hospital under his control.
One call to the director, and the director would have to come over and polish Shen Wuxiao's shoes.
Arranging a few things was a piece of cake.
Thus, the doctor treating Lin Fan had also been instructed to take his time.
As for Shen Wuxiao, he was currently sitting on a chair in the hallway outside the treatment room.
Two burly men with sharp glints in their eyes approached and stopped beside Shen Wuxiao.
"Go find someone and get a bucket of shit. Then find two reliable people to come over and stage a medical disturbance."
"Go to that treatment room. Pretend to splash the doctor with shit, but actually aim for the one receiving treatment!"
The two men nodded and quickly left.
Shen Wuxiao grinned wickedly, took out a cigarette, and lit one.
Just thinking about Lin Fan getting splashed with shit made him want to laugh.
As he waited, a nurse who looked like a middle-aged auntie arrived first.
"You can't smoke here. If you want to smoke, go smoke by the stairwell!"
The auntie nurse had her brows tightly furrowed. One look told him she was the fierce sort.
Shen Wuxiao glanced at her, his expression rather vicious. "If I don't smoke, can I smoke you instead?"
As he spoke, Shen Wuxiao shook out his hand as if he were about to make a move.
The nurse auntie jumped in fright and immediately backed down. "It's not like smoking here is forbidden..."
She hurriedly ran away.
She had merely been looking for an excuse to vent the frustration of being cursed at by patients, yet she had unexpectedly run into a baleful star.
Shen Wuxiao could not be bothered to argue with someone like her. He had never cared about rules, and it was not anyone else's place to point fingers at him.
In short: I have no manners, but you still cannot say so!
After waiting nearly ten minutes, Shen Wuxiao received word from his men that everything was ready.
Shen Wuxiao rose and walked into the treatment room.
Lin Fan was lying there, anesthetized below the waist and unable to move.
Originally, Lin Fan had wanted to say that anesthesia was unnecessary.
After all, he was highly vigilant. To him, anesthetics were deadly things.
But after thinking it over, he was only in the city, not at the border.
There was no need to be so jumpy and tense.
So he agreed to be anesthetized for the bullet removal.
There was no need to stubbornly endure suffering that did not need to be endured.
It was just that he had not expected the anesthetic to seem excessive. His lower body felt as if it were paralyzed.
Still, it was no great matter.
Shen Wuxiao walked in and approached Lin Fan. Looking at the doctor carefully operating on him, he lowered his voice.
"Brother Lin Fan, focus on your treatment. I'll go buy some late-night snacks!"
"Once the surgery is over, have something to eat before resting. The hospital room and everything else have already been arranged."
Lin Fan nodded. "Hard work, Brother Sikong!"
Lin Fan also felt that since they were making friends, there was no need to be overly polite about everything.
That would only make them seem too distant. It was enough to remember the favor.
In this unfamiliar place, having someone care for him and help make arrangements was rather heartwarming.
In truth, Shen Wuxiao was simply looking for an excuse to slip away.
Otherwise, when the people he had arranged came to splash shit around, should he stop them or not?
If he stopped them and some of it splashed onto him, he would be finished.
If he did not stop them, his good friend persona would collapse.
So, for certain matters, it was enough to hide. There was no need to force himself.
And so, under the pretense of buying late-night snacks, Shen Wuxiao acted as though he were leaving.
In reality, he hid nearby to watch the show.
About five minutes passed.
Two people suddenly emerged from the elevator.
One was dressed rather plainly, but one look at her face showed that she was the sort of shrewish, mean-spirited woman.
The other wore a white short-sleeved shirt and had large tattoos covering his arms. He looked like the unreasonable sort as well.
A mother-and-son pair of extras, makeup score: perfect!
The classic choices for a medical disturbance!
Most notably, the shrewish woman carried a bucket with a piece of cardboard covering its top.
There was no need to say it. Inside was definitely Lao Ba's beloved cuisine, secret sauce.
Their target was clear as day. They headed straight for that treatment room.
They even kicked the door open violently.
Bang!
The door flew open, and the shrewish woman spoke first. "Doctor Zhang, you must give me an explanation today!"
"That's right! Otherwise, we'll see you in court!" The tattooed man was equally fierce.
Doctor Zhang had already stopped working. He had been furious at someone barging in.
But seeing their aggressive anger, he was clearly taken aback.
"What's going on?" Doctor Zhang asked blankly.
The commotion also drew a considerable crowd.
Even though it was late, there were still many people accompanying patients.
There were also doctors and nurses on night duty.
"What's going on? You dare ask what's going on?"
"Everyone, come look! A heartless quack doctor!" The shrewish woman began wailing and throwing a fit!
"My dear grandson only came here to get his foreskin cut, but in the end, in the end, the whole thing got cut off!"
"This damned quack doctor even said that it could only be blamed on it being too small!"
"Geneva, give us our money back!"
The people outside were shocked and began whispering among themselves.
Lin Fan was speechless.
What the hell was this? He was in the middle of surgery.
And he had actually been unlucky enough to run into a medical disturbance!
Doctor Zhang had just removed the bullet from him and was applying medicine and stitching him up. He was halfway through the stitches—what was this nonsense?
Doctor Zhang was equally dumbfounded, completely baffled.
He was not even in charge of circumcisions.
"I'm warning you not to talk nonsense! I'll sue you for slander, you know that? I'll sue you for slander!"
Doctor Zhang became emotional as well. Looking at the people outside, he pointed at the pair. "He's slandering me! He's slandering me!"
"The facts are right there. What are you trying to deny? You must give us an explanation today, or we'll see you in court!"
The tattooed man began making trouble without reason.
The shrewish woman went even further, directly grabbing and pulling at Doctor Zhang.
When she shoved him away, Doctor Zhang had not had time to release the hand holding the stitching thread.
With that shove, the thread snapped taut and broke!
Lin Fan watched helplessly as his wound split open again, blood flowing everywhere.
"Fuck!"
Though he had been anesthetized, he was still an expert martial artist and could move, just not nimbly.
But just as he tried to sit up, the doctor and shrewish woman had already started fighting. Both of them crashed down onto Lin Fan.
They even started fighting on top of him, clawing at each other and yanking hair!
"Fuck!" Lin Fan cursed again.
But the doctor was genuinely angry, while the shrewish woman was acting.
So she was shoved straight to the ground.
Taking the opportunity, the shrewish woman began rolling around and throwing a fit, flailing her limbs as she struggled nonstop. "Sari Lang, Sari Lang, the doctor is killing people!"
"Old man, come back quickly and see this! See how these heartless people are bullying a widow and her child!"
Seeing this, the tattooed man charged forward with a vicious expression. "Geneva, you dare hit my mother!"
The tattooed man immediately rushed up and began grappling with the doctor.
Meanwhile, the shrewish woman seized the chance to get up, grabbed the bucket, and lifted the cardboard cover!
The people outside saw what was inside clearly, and their faces turned green.
Magic damage!
All the spectators hurriedly retreated.
"You want to make my family line die out? I'll splash this quack doctor to death!"
The shrewish woman held the bucket by its handle with one hand and gripped its bottom with the other, then hurled it out.
Splash!
Such a huge bucket!
But perhaps because the bucket was too heavy and she lacked the strength.
She could not splash the doctor at all. Instead, she dumped the entire thing right onto Lin Fan.
Lin Fan shuddered.
He only felt freezing cold from head to toe.
The moment that bucket went out, the scene suddenly fell into dead silence.
Every movement froze as well.
Even the doctor and tattooed man, who had been fighting, stiffened in place.
Only one person was still moving.
It was Lin Fan, the clay figurine lying on the small operating table!
His features could no longer be seen. He looked as though he had been plastered over with mud.
"Sniff, sniff..."
Lin Fan's eyes nearly split apart, and his head spun.
"Ah!!"
This time, he cried out.
But after that cry, he suddenly paused. "Blergh... yue~~"
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