What About Trust Between People, Uncle?

Song Shuhang took a step back, looked up at the ward number: 570!

She recalled the Doctor Li had once described who had troubled her—a patient with no external injuries, but whose internal organs and tissues showed signs of carbonization. That special patient was in room 570.

The bizarre injuries were unbelievable, and the fact that he was connected to Su Clan’s Seven was another factor.

Only Su Clan’s Sixteen, who Tribulation Transcendence in H City and then ran away from home, could have suffered such strange injuries, which must have been caused by the Tribulation Lightning on June 1st.

Forgive Song Shuhang for not thinking of this at first—because he never imagined that Su Clan’s Sixteen would be a girl!

He had always assumed that Su Clan’s Sixteen was a man when he listened to the conversations of his seniors in the group chat.

How could someone with the name Sixteen, and a personality as warlike as Su Clan’s Seven, possibly be associated with a little girl?

Wait, now is not the time to think about this.

The important thing now is that this uncle, who claims to be a member of the Immortal Family Sect, is going to harm Su Clan’s Sixteen.

What should I do now?

The older man's strength is clearly superior to mine; even if I use Talisman Treasure, I might not be his match.

Should we notify Su Clan’s Seven, the senior member in the group?

No, distant water can't quench a nearby fire.

In the ward

"Hmph, no need for all that trouble!" The uncle gritted his teeth and reached out with his right hand to grab the wall. With this grab, his fingers pierced directly into the wall, leaving five deep finger holes.

The architecture of the Jiangnan University Town Affiliated Hospital is absolutely top-notch, with a very high armor value. And this uncle, with a casual grab, left five finger holes like inserting into tofu.

He may be a bit of a goofball, but his skills are terrifying!

"Once we capture you, this junior of the Su Clan, we can force Su Clan’s Seven to meet us. Then, our Immortal Farmer Sect will settle all our scores with him." The uncle approached the woman on the sickbed, his sharp claws rising again. His fingertips still held traces of plaster from the wall... not very hygienic, huh?

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just need to break your limbs so that bastard Su Clan’s Seven will come looking for us!" The uncle raised his hand and snarled.

Just wait for the claws to fall, and you'll get a free disability certificate for Su Clan’s Sixteen.

Bang!

At that moment, the door to ward 570 was opened again!

The man subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the ferocious expression on his face quickly disappeared—cultivators always try to avoid displaying their power in front of mortals. Even at this moment, the man subconsciously restrained his killing intent.

Then he saw a handsome man rush into the ward.

The man looked up at the middle-aged man, panting, but with a gentle smile, "Found you, uncle!"

The man's hand froze, and his expression froze too—how did he run into this swindler again? Hadn't he learned his lesson from the punch he received yesterday? How dare he come looking for him again?

The woman in the hospital bed quietly turned over and covered her body with the blanket.

"Don't make a move yet, let me finish what I have to say! Otherwise, don't blame me for turning on you!" Seeing the middle-aged man's pained expression, the young man sighed and pulled out a 150-yuan bill from his pocket, "Uncle, I'm not trying to be mean, but you absolutely lack the most basic trust between people! Here, keep the money safe. If you're still worried, check the bill carefully to make sure it's real! Take the money, and you won't have to worry about me cheating you anymore, right?"

"Now, sit down properly and listen to me finish! Look at me, I have proper features and a Righteous Qi, how do I look like a conman? Besides, how many times have I explained to you that you lost the money yourself, why won't you believe me? Now, think back to what happened. Even if you forget whether you lost money, you should remember—before I stopped you, didn't you reach into your pocket for your phone? That's when you dropped 150 yuan. I just picked it up and returned it to you!"

"I just don't understand, why would you think I'm a scammer? And why would you misunderstand me so many times? Is there such a kind-hearted scammer as me? Finding money and wanting to return it to you again and again?"

*Clap clap clap clap... Song Shuhang's mouth was like a string of firecrackers, it hadn't stopped since he entered the room.

The man took the 150 yuan, looked at it, and saw that it was real money.

Seeing Song Shuhang's imposing reprimand, he realized that he might have really misunderstood this young man.

Because he had done something wrong, and the other party was scolding him aggressively, the uncle's momentum had unknowingly weakened considerably.

Come to think of it, I've misunderstood the other person several times; they must have felt really frustrated, right?

Besides, I punched him yesterday.

The goofy uncle felt so guilty.

"And yesterday, I was trying to catch up with you to pay me back, and you actually punched me! It really hurt, you know?! And because of that punch, my WeChat Moments are full of posts about 'an older man punching a young man,' I've lost face to the point of being Pacific Ocean, you know that?! I haven't been able to show my face to anyone for at least a month!"

The slapping continued! Song Shuhang's lips were still moving, going from 'basic trust between people' to 'society needs more love these days,' then extending to 'doing good deeds is a fine tradition passed down from ancient times in China,' and then to 'after doing good deeds, it's necessary to keep evidence to avoid being cheated.'

Song Shuhang was racking his brains to come up with everything he could say, and his mouth was already dry.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the uncle could only nod passively. He nodded once for every sentence Song Shuhang spoke. Now, he was already falling asleep.

"So, in other words, uncle, if it weren't for someone like me who found your 150 yuan, someone else definitely wouldn't have returned it to you!" Song Shuhang cleared his throat.

But he was extremely anxious.

Oh no, I'm about to run out of things to say. I've already covered all the Five Virtues and Four Morals, so what's left to say about 'basic trust between people'?

Are we going to talk about the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues" for women in ancient times?

Why isn't Doctor Li or the nurse here yet? Even if I'm well-read, I'm almost out of things to say...

Song Shuhang's plan was to stall until a doctor or nurse came to change the dressing—because if a doctor or nurse came, the older man might temporarily step aside.

Unfortunately, Doctor Li showed no intention of cooperating and did not return for a long time.

Moreover, the button to summon a nurse was blocked by the older man, so Song Shuhang couldn't find a chance to press it. Otherwise, a simple finger would have summoned a beautiful female doctor, along with a pure and innocent nurse.

There's no way I can make this up anymore.

If he were to actually bring up the traditional virtues of women in ancient times, even the most idiotic older man would realize something was amiss.

Therefore, we were forced to adopt the second option.

Song Shuhang held a pill-like object between his fingers— Stench Pill!

This ridiculously bad name was given by its creator, Medicine Master. All it takes is a forceful impact to crack the outer shell and eject the foul-smelling fumes sealed inside.

According to the Medicine Master, if a cultivator has opened their Nose Aperture but their strength has not reached the Third-Grade and they cannot freely control their Nose Aperture, this stench is a nightmare for them.