Third Hospital of Modu Base.
Room 1208.
After learning that Hua Qiang was a peak-level Martial Artist, the hospital director had arranged this for him.
A luxurious private ward.
At that moment, Ye Bingxue was tugging Hua Qiang's ear with one hand, venting her anger without restraint.
"Good for you, Hua Qiang. Your wings have grown hard, huh? You actually dared to make decisions on your own and tell mom without notifying me."
"Dad went through something this serious, and you dared not tell me? Where does that leave me?"
"Were you trying to make me bear the blame of being unfilial?"
"Do you still have any regard for me as your sister?"
"Do you still have any regard for me as your leader?"
"Today, I'm going to teach you a profound lesson and make you remember it. Let's see if you dare pull any more tricks in the future!"
"Ow, ow, sis, let go! My ear's about to fall off!"
The fat Wang Baoyuan and his dad, Wang Fugui, sat nearby, watching the siblings bicker and roughhouse with gratified smiles on their faces.
After Hua Qiang left yesterday, Wang Baoyuan had gone to find Jiang Linglong, Class 18's homeroom teacher, and asked for leave on Hua Qiang's behalf.
After school that evening, he went home and told his dad about it. The next day, the two of them found out which hospital Ye Wendao was staying in and bought many supplements to visit him.
Because the two fat men were as close as fish and water, Ye Wendao and Wang Fugui got along quite well too.
Wang Fugui owned several shops and had a modest fortune, yet he did not look down on Ye Wendao for working at a slaughterhouse or for his family's poverty.
Perhaps that was friendship between men. As long as they saw eye to eye, external factors could be cast aside.
Liu Li and Ye Wendao exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.
The more cheerfully the two of them bickered, the happier and more reassured they became.
If those two had not still been so young, they would already have been looking for a suitable time to hold their wedding.
The stone hanging over their hearts had finally dropped completely.
"Sis, I was wrong. I promise I'll never do it again. From now on, I'll report and ask for instructions at the first sign of anything."
After Hua Qiang surrendered again and again and agreed to countless unequal treaties, his ear finally escaped Ye Bingxue's demonic claws.
Although Ye Bingxue looked fierce and Hua Qiang screamed miserably, his ear had barely changed at all. Everything was under control.
Their acting skills had reached perfection. Even the Oscars owed each of them a little golden man.
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock sounded from outside the door.
Hua Qiang walked over and opened it, only to find Zhang Xiaofeng and Mo Wuqiong standing there.
However, behind Mo Wuqiong stood a woman of peerless beauty.
She wore a leather jacket and leather pants, military boots on her feet, and a ponytail. A trace of resentment hung on her face, beautiful enough to topple kingdoms and cities.
"Eldest Brother, President, Yanran, why are you here?"
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Xiaofeng's forehead.
This little brother of his was a little too thoughtless. How could he put Zhang Xiaofeng first and greet him before the president?
The first form of address should have been President, little brother!
"Nephew Hua, that is not right. Your old brother was attacked by villains and seriously injured. This was a failure on the part of our Martial Arts Association."
"I came first to visit your old brother and check on his condition, second to offer an apology, and third to express our gratitude to you!"
The moment Mo Wuqiong finished speaking, before Hua Qiang could respond, Mo Yanran's resentful voice drifted over.
"Brother Qiang, you went too far. Why didn't you tell me when Uncle was hurt? I could have come to help!"
When Ye Bingxue saw Mo Yanran appear, a strange tension rose in her heart, and her brows furrowed.
But one did not strike a smiling face. They had come to visit her dad, so she still had to keep up appearances.
"The class monitor is here. Come in and sit!"
Mo Yanran looked at Ye Bingxue. "Bingxue, there's no need to call me class monitor outside. It makes us seem too distant!"
"You can call me Sister Yanran, or just Yanran!"
When Ye Wendao and Liu Li saw Mo Wuqiong and Zhang Xiaofeng, two high-ranking members of the Martial Arts Association—especially Mo Wuqiong, the president of the Martial Arts Association at Modu Base—
Such important figures had humbled themselves to come to the hospital and visit them. They were truly overwhelmed by the honor.
Ye Wendao hurriedly tried to sit up and get out of bed, but Mo Wuqiong quickly strode forward and stopped him.
"Old brother, you are injured. Don't move around recklessly. Lie down quickly, lest you pull at your wounds."
"This time, I represent the Martial Arts Association in visiting old brother and expressing our apologies."
"What happened was due to our failure to do our job properly. Our management was not thorough enough."
"For this, I must make a self-criticism to old brother and, on behalf of the Martial Arts Association, offer our deepest apologies."
Zhang Xiaofeng handed over the gift boxes he was carrying, along with a black card.
"Uncle, Auntie, this is a small token from our Martial Arts Association. Please accept it!"
Ye Wendao and Liu Li were somewhat at a loss. They did not know how to respond.
Hua Qiang smiled and accepted the items.
"Dad, Mom, since this is President Mo and the others' intention, there's no need for you to stand on ceremony."
Mo Wuqiong looked at Hua Qiang, unable to hide the smile on his face.
He liked this young man's way of doing things. He was unaffected, sincere, and straightforward.
"Nephew Hua, you rendered great merit this time, and our entire Martial Arts Association at Modu Base has basked in your glory."
"To commend your contributions, our association has also prepared a reward for you."
"I wonder what you require. As long as it is within our power, we will certainly satisfy it!"
Hua Qiang thought for a moment. "President..."
"Call me Uncle!" Mo Wuqiong corrected him unhappily.
Uh... Hua Qiang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately went along with Mo Wuqiong's wishes.
"Uncle Mo, could I choose some cultivation methods or martial skills as my reward?"
"You can. However, the highest-grade martial arts currently stored at our base are only high-tier Mysterious Grade. There is nothing higher."
"Are there any defensive martial arts, or martial arts for group attacks?"
"We do have those. You can go to the Cultivation Hall and choose one cultivation method, one defensive martial art, and one group-attack combat skill."
"In addition, the association is specially awarding you 100 points and one million in cash for your contribution this time."
"Points?"
"Now that's something I can get behind!"
Hua Qiang had already learned that points could be used within the association to exchange for heavenly treasures and earthly materials, as well as cultivation methods and martial arts.
They could even be converted into cash!
Hua Qiang hurriedly greeted everyone, then headed straight for the Martial Arts Association building.
He could not wait any longer...
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