What Else Can't God Ji Do?

They never made it to the hospital.

At the entrance to West China Hall, Ji Chuxing dragged Lu Xing inside.

The old Chinese medicine practitioner was inside, wondering when he might get to see Ji Chuxing again, when a group of kids in school uniforms suddenly came running in.

"Doctor, doctor, quick! Help! Brother Xing isn't going to make it!"

A boy shouted at the top of his lungs. The old practitioner's eyelid twitched, and he hurried over.

Ji Chuxing closed her eyes in exasperation, seemingly unwilling to be associated with her friends. "Put him on the bed."

The old practitioner heard a familiar voice and was startled for a moment. "Little Divine Doctor!"

The students from Class 16 who had come running along were all dumbfounded.

They looked at Ji Chuxing, then at the old practitioner, wondering if their ears were blind.

Little Divine Doctor—he meant their God Ji, right?

Lu Xing, who had been unceremoniously hauled onto the sickbed, was completely dumbfounded too. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the wound on his arm.

Just then, Zhao Feifei, Wu Hao, and the others, who had heard the news a little later, came rushing in amid a clamor.

"How is he? How is he? Is that guy Lu Xing still alive?"

Only then did Lu Xing come to his senses. "Damn it! I'm still just fine!"

Zhou Sixue had come with them, her eyes red-rimmed.

Come to think of it, that gang had started bullying them because of her in the first place. She felt guilty, thinking she had dragged everyone else into it.

At the sight of her, Lu Xing, who had just been spewing curses, immediately shut his mouth.

"Um, well, I-I'm doing just fine."

Everyone present: "..."

Brother Xing, something's wrong with you. Why are you being so gentle?

Were you afraid you'd scare us?

Wait, no! How were you just fine? That wound was huge. Were you blind?

Everyone had questions, but no one dared ask!

The old practitioner asked in surprise, "What happened, Little Divine Doctor?"

Ji Chuxing had no time to dwell on the sudden title. She explained mildly, "He got hurt in a fight. Let me borrow this place for a bit; I'll stitch him up."

She made it sound so casual.

Lu Xing froze, then his scalp went numb. "W-wait, what do you mean, you'll stitch me up?"

"A fight? Little Divine Doctor, are you all right?" The old practitioner was horrified.

Ji Chuxing waved a hand and pointed at Lu Xing on the bed. "I'm fine. Let's take care of this big idiot first."

"Oh, all right. Use whatever you need. I'll get you some anesthetic." The old practitioner didn't hesitate. Seeing that Ji Chuxing was unhurt, he was completely relieved and immediately had someone bring over the tools.

Zhao Feifei, Wu Hao, and the others were utterly stunned. By the time they came to their senses, Ji Chuxing was already holding an anesthetic syringe, ready to use it on Lu Xing.

Lu Xing couldn't break free at all. He shouted himself hoarse. "Mom, help!"

Zhao Feifei reacted at once. "God Ji, Lu Xing is allergic to anesthetics. You can't use them!"

His constitution was unusual; anesthetics would incapacitate him and, in severe cases, could kill him.

Ji Chuxing paused. "Got it."

She held out a hand, and the old practitioner immediately handed her a silver needle. When Lu Xing saw how long it was, his legs went weak.

"No, I don't want needles!"

"Boss!"

"Mom, Dad, help! Brother, save me!"

Screams like a pig being slaughtered rang out from inside West China Hall.

"Shut up!"

After the girl's calm voice rang out, everything went completely quiet for three or four seconds.

Then the old practitioner exclaimed, "Wonderful!"

He rubbed his hands together, his face glowing as he looked at Ji Chuxing. "Little Divine Doctor, what a technique! Could you teach me?"

"One hundred thousand yuan for tuition," Ji Chuxing said.

"Done!" The old practitioner rubbed his hands with delight and agreed readily.

It was only a hundred thousand yuan. At his age, he had nothing but plenty of money. He'd thought it would cost a million or so. The Little Divine Doctor was so kind!

The people around them looked at Ji Chuxing with sparkling eyes.

As expected of God Ji, she really was the Omnipotent One!

She could fight and save people too!

Lu Xing lay on the bed with nine silver needles in his arm. His left arm was completely numb.

While struggling just now, he had instinctively grabbed a hand on his right.

It was Zhou Sixue's, and by now her face was flushed bright red!

The guy still hadn't realized it and was holding on tight.

She was too embarrassed to pull away.

A group of boys and Zhao Feifei gathered around to watch Ji Chuxing stitch Lu Xing up.

For the first time in his life, Young Master Lu was being subjected to such a humiliating spectacle. Brother Xing couldn't muster a shred of his usual confidence or dignity. Like a slab of pork, he had been laid on a chopping board and was being stitched and stitched.

Suddenly, several chattering voices sounded beside him.

"God Ji, that stitch is crooked."

"God Ji, how about making Brother Xing's stitches a little more artistic?"

"God Ji, wait, what I mean is, how about twelve stitches? Twelve is Brother Xing's lucky number."

"Shut up!" Lu Xing finally couldn't take it anymore. "Get the hell out! Anyone who takes another look, I'll gouge his eyes out."

But who was afraid of Brother Xing now? With God Ji around, Brother Xing could only be a lackey.

Ji Chuxing thought the earlier suggestion was workable. "All right, twelve stitches it is."

With that, she deftly tied off the thread, put down the tools, and went to wash her hands.

The old practitioner was happy to clean up for Ji Chuxing. He even cradled Lu Xing's hand and examined it closely.

"What fine stitching! Such excellent technique. When I was thirty, I still couldn't stitch a wound this well."

Zhao Feifei basked in the reflected glory. "Of course! This is our God Ji!"

"Exactly. What else can't God Ji do?"

Lu Xing chose to shut himself off, turning his head away so that out of sight would be out of mind.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize his right hand was holding something. He turned to look and met Zhou Sixue's red-rimmed eyes.

Lu Xing: "..."

Young Master Lu's ears turned scarlet, and he immediately let go.

His wound wasn't anything too serious. The beating had split his skin open, and a few stitches were all he needed.

Ji Chuxing still wanted to hurry to the underground casino, so she planned to have Wu Hao and the others take Lu Xing away.

Wu Hao was bewildered. "Where are you going, God Ji?"

After witnessing Ji Chuxing's medical skills, the group had been stunned, but then they accepted this new development quite happily.

No wonder she had become Class 16's God Ji. She was God Ji, after all; her potential was limitless.

Zhao Feifei was worried too. "Who were those people just now?"

Ji Chuxing frowned and thought for a moment. "Leopard."

Zhao Feifei: "??"

Lu Xing struggled for words before explaining, "Master Bao."

Zhao Feifei's face went pale for an instant. "Master Bao from South Street?"

Lu Xing's wound was gradually starting to hurt. He drew a sharp breath. "That's him. Damn it, Zheng Kuan and I fight all the time, but Master Bao never steps in!"

Surely Master Bao wouldn't take God Ji's life just because she had fought.

Ji Chuxing, meanwhile, gave a simple account of what had happened.

When the people around her finished listening, they looked at Ji Chuxing with admiration.

Awesome!

As expected of God Ji!

Just listen to that tone: "Master Bao? What the hell is he?" They wouldn't dare say that to his face even if they had a hundred thousand times the courage!

Zhao Feifei admired her for a moment before coming to her senses. She slapped Lu Xing hard on the shoulder, making him yelp in pain.

"Are you stupid?"

Zhao Feifei was so angry she wanted to kick Lu Xing. "You're not from South City. Your usual little scraps with Zheng Kuan are one thing. You both get hurt, so neither of you comes off worse. Master Bao knows about your Lu Family, so of course he wouldn't really do anything to you. But today, it would have been one thing if God Ji had only beaten Zheng Kuan up, but this afternoon she also..."

Most importantly, she had brazenly said, "Master Bao? What the hell is he?"

Although Zhao Feifei was shouting in her heart that God Ji was so cool, she was still worried. "Master Bao has connections on both sides of the law and a lot of clout in South City. They say the power backing him is huge. None of South City's wealthy families want a conflict with him. Now we're in trouble!"

Ji Chuxing didn't seem afraid. She looked thoughtful. "Is that so?"

Zhao Feifei's face was full of worry. "God Ji, come hide at my place for a couple of days."

The Zhao Family might be in chaos too, but it was still safer than being out there. Surely Master Bao wouldn't go to the Zhao Family to seize her.

But it was already too late.

Police officers had arrived outside the pharmacy. "Who is Ji Chuxing? Please come with us!"

Zhao Feifei instinctively shielded Ji Chuxing behind her. "What are you doing?"

Her attempt to conceal Ji Chuxing only made it more obvious, and the police saw through it at once. "Ji Chuxing is suspected of intentional assault. Please come with us."

Zhao Feifei refused to move aside, but Ji Chuxing patted her shoulder. "It's okay."

The old practitioner hurried out from inside. "Wait, you can't take her away!"

"The police are handling a case. Do not obstruct us in the performance of our duties."

Ji Chuxing gave the old practitioner a reassuring look but said nothing.

She was taken away.

Lu Xing struggled up from the bed. "God Ji!"

It was the first time he had used that title so willingly. He wanted to chase after her, but Zhao Feifei and Wu Hao stopped him.

Zhao Feifei gritted her teeth. "I'm going back to the Zhao Family!"

Lu Xing said, "I'll call my brother!"