Er Biao Comes Calling

"Master, I heard that Fu Xinyu went to Xiao Su's clinic to cause trouble that day, and it seems the two of them got into a fight."

Daoist Master Xiao Yang began to report the situation he had learned to his master.

Before Daoist Master Xiao Yang left, Yang Tianzheng had already visited Old Daoist Master Xiao's office.

After listening to what Daoist Master Xiao Yang, Old Daoist Master Xiao nodded, indicating that he understood.

Fu Xinyu witnessed Su Ziyang's busy figure and the lively scene when he presented the banner.

Fu Xinyu sat in his consultation room, touching his smooth, beardless chin, a sinister expression on his face.

"Hey, Biaozi. Did you find the person I asked you to find?"

Fu Xinyu dialed Er Biao's number. After leaving Old Daoist Master Xiao's office that day, Fu Xinyu became angrier and angrier, so he called Er Biao again, wanting Er Biao to find a few bad boys to mess with Su Ziyang again.

"Brother Fu, don't take this personally. Please don't make things difficult for him. The fortune teller from the next village said my hand got injured because I offended this guy, and he has his own spirit mediums. My hand got injured because his spirit mediums were unhappy and are now blaming me! The fortune teller from the next village told me to apologize to him before my hand will heal, but I'm worried about it. How do I apologize to him?!"

Er Biao was still weak and blood deficiency, so he spoke in a low voice. After saying so much in one breath, he was clearly out of breath.

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

Fu Xinyu had a privileged upbringing in the city and knew nothing about the customs and traditions of the surrounding rural areas. Therefore, he couldn't understand what Er Biao was muttering, but he understood what Er Biao meant. "I'm not helping you."

"Brother Fu, this is really impossible."

Er Biao said weakly and with difficulty.

"Go to hell! Do you know how much those two boxes of donkey-hide gelatin cost? Five thousand a box, two boxes is ten thousand. I've helped you get a lot of business over the years, haven't I? Now I'm asking you to help me contact a few people, I'll give you ten thousand yuan to find two people for me and you won't even do it! Am I being too kind to you?!"

Fu Xinyu was rejected by Er Biao, and in a fit of rage, he burst into a tirade of curses.

Fu Xinyu was swearing loudly when a patient who was about to turn around and enter Fu Xinyu's consultation room heard Fu Xinyu cursing and quickly backed out, turning around and walking into another consultation room.

Fu Xinyu saw the person come in and then leave, completely ignoring them, and continued making phone calls.

"Brother Fu, I really can't do this job anymore. I'll refund you the 10,000 yuan for the donkey-hide gelatin. Consider it my payment, okay? Please calm down."

When Er Biao heard Fu Xinyu scolding him, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he smiled and offered to Fu Xinyu's money.

So you mean I owe you 10,000 yuan?

Fu Xinyu became even angrier upon hearing this and continued to curse.

"You son of a bitch, I've spent at least forty or fifty thousand yuan on you this year. And now you're arguing with me about ten thousand yuan? Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Brother Fu, that's not what I meant. Haha, I'm just sick, you know, the fortune teller said..."

Er Biao's words were immediately interrupted by Fu Xinyu: "What kind of 'immortal'? How can you be so feudal and superstitious? You're not even willing to make money?! You have to find me a few people today, or don't blame me for turning my back on you, you little Kara!"

After Fu Xinyu finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

He tossed his phone onto the table, took a sip of the cola on the table to calm himself down, and then heard the WeChat notification sound on his phone.

"Damn it, you scoundrel. Trying to shirk responsibility, all you want is more money. I know you're the kind of person who's a petty scoundrel! Heh."

However, Fu Xinyu was clearly wrong this time. The message was indeed sent by Er Biao, but it wasn't the contact information of some petty thug. Instead, it was a voice message along with a transfer of 10,000 yuan.

Fu Xinyu opened the voice chat and heard Er Biao's voice. "Brother Fu, don't be angry with your brother. This really can't be done. I have to listen to my grandma, and even more so to the fortune teller in the next village. I've returned the money to you. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends. Remember to think of me if you ever need anything in the future!"

"Grass!"

Fu Xinyu cursed and slammed his phone onto the table with a bang.

In fact, Er Biao is a few years older than Fu Xinyu, but he always calls Brother Fu Brother Fu" because Fu Xinyu is rich. Er Biao knows the principle that money talks in this society. Even when Fu Xinyu insults him, he just smiles and doesn't say a word back. This shows that Er Biao is definitely not a brainless hoodlum.

Er Biao looked at Fu Xinyu, who hadn't accepted his money yet, and gave a wry smile. Sure enough, when he sent Fu Xinyu another message, all he got was a red exclamation mark.

Er Biao is quite meticulous; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to study the medical system and become a professional medical dispute instigator.

If Fu Xinyu accepted the money I returned, it means there's a possibility of future contact, though that possibility is slim.

However, if Fu Xinyu doesn't accept the money, then this "god of wealth" will most likely break off relations with him, and he will have completely offended Fu Xinyu.

"Why."

Er Biao sighed as he looked at the red exclamation mark.

"Damn it, we've offended another money-making machine!"

As Er Biao spoke, he put on several layers of coats, then put on woolen socks, slipped on his shoes, grabbed a box of donkey-hide gelatin, and went out.

After walking down to the supermarket in the residential area, Er Biao gritted his teeth and bought another carton of Zhonghua cigarettes. Then he walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus.

The man who had just been frightened away from Fu Xinyu's room took two steps inside and ended up in Su Ziyang's consultation room.

"Hello, doctor!"

Su Ziyang was currently standing in the clinic, treading on Eight Trigrams, pondering how he could avoid being punished that evening.

As Su Ziyang exerted his strength, and given the looseness of his white coat, which amplified the sound, the force inside Su Ziyang's clinic crackled and popped.

Seeing Su Ziyang radiating a powerful aura, the patient quickly retreated, muttering as he walked out, "Damn, are all the doctors in this clinic crazy? They're not proper doctors at all. They're either swearing or hitting thin air. I'd better get out of here. If I don't get treated, I'll get beaten up too!"

And so...

By sheer coincidence, the Jingchengdao Medical Clinic saw its first cancellation since its opening...

When Su Ziyang finished work in the afternoon, he ran into Yang Tianzheng, who was waiting for him in the square.

"Master, hehe!"

Su Ziyang studied for a day but couldn't come up with a way to avoid Yang Tianzheng's ten moves. However, he came up with a way to avoid punishment: he would sneak away tonight, hide at home, and pretend he hadn't returned.

That way, you won't get beaten or punished.

Returning to the community square was an inevitable route, so Su Ziyang didn't go to that secluded corner at the agreed time. Instead, he planned to take a detour and sneak home.

However, Yang Tianzheng had already guessed Su Ziyang's intentions and had been waiting for Su Ziyang there for a while.

"My dear disciple, where are you going?"

Yang Tianzheng looked at Su Ziyang with a smile.

Su Ziyang saw Yang Tianzheng's chilling smile and broke out in a cold sweat. He forced a smile and said, "I was just about to look for you. What are you doing here?! Hehe, Master!"

"Enough talk, take this! You think you can run away, huh!"

Yang Tianzheng leaned forward and unleashed a powerful punch. Su Ziyang had no desire to fight Yang Tianzheng and turned to run away.

Of course, he still couldn't escape and was eventually caught by Yang Tianzheng and taken to the daily training area.

Su Ziyang was putting his senses into it this time, but Yang Tianzheng still managed to step on his foot and knee him to the ground.

"I won't hit you today, but a gentleman's word is his bond! You practice here, I'll be watching!"

Yang Tianzheng sat down on the chair next to him and gestured for him to sit down.

Su Ziyang sighed helplessly, and then began to move back and forth in the four directions of east, west, south, and north according to the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps.

Su Ziyang didn't understand why Mr. Mengfei wanted Yang Tianzheng to train him like this. It was like forcing growth. He couldn't understand it, but he still had to obediently do as he was told.

Surrounded by a group of experts, Su Ziyang felt particularly insignificant.

Actually, Su Ziyang is not lazy; his daily schedule is so full that he doesn't even have time to look at his phone.

Starting at around 5 a. m., Su Ziyang practices the Midnight-Noon Heaven and Earth Art, followed by half an hour of Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps). He prepares to start work; when there are patients, he's busy, and when there aren't, he has to quickly study, fearing his master's scolding.

After get off work in the evening, I can rest for a while, but after dinner I have to copy scriptures, memorize texts, and then meditate and practice exercises.

However, recently, Su Ziyang has had to endure beatings and sparring training.

Su Ziyang practiced the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps for a maximum of half an hour each day, but now, after an hour and a half, Su Ziyang felt fatigue in his feet and his stomach rumbled with hunger.

"Hello sir, is this the takeout you ordered?"

Just when Su Ziyang was at his hungriest, a food delivery driver stopped next to Yang Tianzheng.

Yang Tianzheng gave his phone number, picked up his takeout, and opened the package to find a skewer of grilled lamb wrapped in aluminum foil.

The aroma wafted into Su Ziyang's nostrils in waves, making Su Ziyang swallow hard.

"Oh, watching you practice makes me so tired. I'm getting hungry, I'll eat first! You keep practicing, there's still one hour and ten minutes left, keep going!"

Yang Tianzheng held up the lamb skewers in his hand to Su Ziyang and began to eat them with great satisfaction.

"Oh my, you know what? The skewers here are really good. They're quite a local specialty! Especially the beef tendon, it's so chewy!"

Yang Tianzheng ate and commented, which made Su Ziyang grit his teeth in anger.

Su Ziyang had always thought of Yang Tianzheng as upright and serious, unlike Daoist Jin and Mr. Mengfei. But today, Su Ziyang finally understood the meaning of "birds of a feather flock together"—none of Mr. Mengfei's friends were serious people.

An hour later, Su Ziyang's legs were shaking as he walked, his clothes were completely soaked, and sweat dripped down his face.

Yang Tianzheng had long since finished his skewers and was now dozing off in his chair.

It was already nine o'clock. Su Ziyang looked at the sleepy Yang Tianzheng, said nothing, and slowly slipped away, thinking he would just leave Yang Tianzheng there.

Su Ziyang had only taken two steps when he heard the alarm clock ringing from Yang Tianzheng's arms.

Yang Tianzheng opened his eyes and coughed lightly as he watched Su Ziyang trying to sneak away.

"Master, hehe, you're awake!"

Su Ziyang shook the sweat dripping from his arms and said with a forced smile.

"Hmm. You're awake. Go back now. I'm leaving too, I'm tired! You practiced for 3 minutes less, but since you worked hard today, I won't punish you! Go back now."

Su Ziyang never expected that Yang Tianzheng could set an alarm for him, and it seemed that the guy wasn't asleep at all, he was just pretending.

Su Ziyang dragged his tired body toward the residential area.

The pale yellow streetlights cast long shadows. Just as Su Ziyang entered the residential area, someone walked up to him and shouted, "Oh my god, Doctor Su! You're finally back!"

Su Ziyang's relaxed state of mind instantly tensed up again. Looking at the person behind him, Su Ziyang could make out the person clearly in the dim light of the street lamp.

"Aren't you the one who was spitting all over the hospital the other day?"

Su Ziyang was clearly annoyed with Er Biao.

"What are you doing? Disrupting medical practices is unacceptable. Come and block me, buddy! This is a society governed by law. I advise you to think twice before you act!"

Su Ziyang was still sweating profusely, and he spoke softly; he was simply too exhausted.

Hearing Su Ziyang's words, Er Biao quickly chuckled, "Doctor Su, what are you saying? I wouldn't dare to confront you even if you gave me ten lives!"

Su Ziyang raised an eyebrow, looked at Er Biao's beaming face, and said, "Then what are you doing here? I'm tired, I'm going home! I have nothing to say to someone like you!"

Su Ziyang ignored Er Biao completely and strode into the residential area.

"Oh, Doctor Su, please don't go yet, I have something to say. I know I offended you last time, please ask your spirits to be merciful and let me go. I will mend my ways from now on!"

As Er Biao spoke, he smiled broadly and then handed Su Ziyang the Zhonghua cigarettes he had been carrying for half a day and a box of Dong'e Ejiao.

Su Ziyang shook his head at the donkey-hide gelatin and Zhonghua cigarettes Er Biao handed him. "I don't know what you're talking about. You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police!"

Su Ziyang walked past the things Er Biao handed him and continued inside.

"Doctor Su, killing someone is just a matter of beheading. I've even consulted a spiritual healer, and they said it was because I offended you. I've come to apologize to you with the utmost sincerity. Please forgive me this time, and I promise I'll never do anything immoral again!"

Er Biao's voice was soft, almost like a sob.

Seeing Er Biao Er Biao's condition, Su Ziyang beckoned to him, "Come home with me, I need to change my clothes. I'm soaking wet!"

When Er Biao saw that Su Ziyang had agreed, he immediately beamed with joy and followed Su Ziyang home with great enthusiasm.

Upon entering, Er Biao quickly scanned the rented house of Su Ziyang, but did not find anything in Su Ziyang's house that resembled the kind of large altar of immortals that he had seen before.

"Please sit down, I need to go rinse off! You can't steal things, can you!"

Su Ziyang was a little worried about Er Biao, but the clothes sticking to his body were really uncomfortable.

"No, no, no, Doctor Su. Although I'm not a good person, I don't do anything dishonest, so please don't worry!"

Er Biao definitely doesn't steal; he thinks it's wrong. Besides, given his current attitude of begging Su Ziyang, even if he were scared to death, he wouldn't dare to take anything from Su Ziyang's house.

Su Ziyang thought for a moment and realized there was nothing valuable in the room, so he took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.