- Please

— Trouble Never Ends

Bam!

Doctor Chen Sheng, who had exposed a dirty pay-for-favors deal, was punched by a burly Russian bodyguard and sent flying into the wall opposite the doorway. He even seemed to hang in midair for a moment before smacking to the ground. His face had gone ashen as he gasped for breath, his vision going dark. He almost couldn't catch his breath.

That was the iron fist of capitalist money.

The only thing that could stand against it was the iron fist of the socialist dictatorship of the proletariat.

Poor fool. Did he really not know that loose lips brought trouble?

Li Bai looked at his colleague with sympathy, but he didn't want to do anything about it—not even try to stop the fight.

The guy had it coming. Some things could be said, and some couldn't. How could he have so little common sense?

It took a long while before Chen Sheng finally came around. He struggled to get up, but failed several times.

The doctors and nurses in the corridor were intimidated by the Russian bodyguard's massive frame. No one dared to go help.

Many of them were probably wondering how the young doctor had managed to offend a foreign guest so badly that he'd been beaten. If the story got out, it might even make the headlines.

Some people only wondered. Others took action, secretly pointing their phones at the stony-faced Russian bodyguard and the horrified Chen Sheng.

The former was completely in the right; the latter was terrified and guilty.

The bodyguard was a professional. He knew exactly where to hit someone to cause the least damage while inflicting the most pain.

So even after taking just one punch, the pain still hadn't fully ebbed from Chen Sheng's body. He couldn't even