Chapter Eleven: The Thief's Revenge

  It was almost five o'clock when He Zhouran walked out of the operating room, and this operation actually took more than four hours, which is also one of the longer operations that Wang Zhi participated in.

  The two walked out of the operating room, and Zhou Boran looked at Wang Zhi with an even more astonished gaze. Although he had imagined Wang Zhi's medical skills to be high from the start, when he actually saw them, they were even more shocking. Zhou Boran was extremely puzzled in his heart, wondering how Wang Zhi, who was only twenty-three years old, could have honed such superb medical skills.

  It is known that the way of medicine is not like other academic fields, which can be reached at a surprising height in youth through innate talent and personal epiphany. Medicine is an extremely rigorous field that requires not only superhuman talent and insight but also long-term practice and clinical experience. However, everything Wang Zhi has shown seems to have overturned this phenomenon, displaying astonishing medical knowledge and skilled medical techniques at a young age, making it hard for people to believe.

  "Doctor, how is my son?" Just as the two of them had walked out of the operating room, a woman in her sixties rushed over from the corridor opposite, asking with tears in her eyes.

  "It's alright, the critical period has passed, with good care and nursing, there is still a possibility of recovery." Looking at the old man's haggard face, Wang Zhi's heart was touched, and before Zhou Boran could speak, he said softly.

  "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Hearing Wang Zhi's words, the old man was so excited that he became incoherent, repeatedly saying "thank you" and bowing constantly.

  "Hehe, this is what we should do, you don't have to be so polite." Zhou Boran also quickly helped the old man up and said softly.

  Having escaped the old man's thanks, Wang Zhi and Zhou Boran walked side by side. At this time, many doctors and nurses around them no longer felt surprised at this scene. The medical skills that Wang Zhi had just shown were even better than those of Zhou Boran, which was also why Professor Zhou was so enthusiastic about Wang Zhi.

  "Are you hungry? Let's go eat together." Zhou Boran asked with a smile.

  "A bit." Wang Zhi rubbed his belly and nodded, then walked with Zhou Boran towards the cafeteria.

  The food at the hospital canteen was not bad, with four dishes and a soup. As a senior professor, Zhou Boran had special treatment, and the quality of the four dishes was even better. Wang Zhi and Zhou Boran sat at a small table, eating and chatting.

  "That patient can really recover, I think even in the best case scenario he'll be paralyzed." Zhou Boran asked after taking a sip of soup.

  "You're really spoiling my appetite, talking about this during dinner." Wang Zhi smiled wryly and glanced at Zhou Boran. As a doctor, the surgery he had just performed wouldn't affect his appetite, but bringing it up during dinner still made him feel somewhat depressed.

  "You're still young, haha." Zhou Boran smiled and glanced at Wang Zhi with a look that treated him as a peer, appearing very casual and natural.

  "Hmm." Wang Zhi smiled casually and continued eating, neither confirming nor denying Zhou Boran's evaluation. Young, maybe.

  "You really decided to go to the Chinese medicine department. Based on your surgical skills just now, it's absolutely no problem in surgery." Zhou Boran asked casually after dinner.

  "Let's go to the TCM department and take a look, I want to see how far traditional Chinese medicine has fallen." Wang Zhi let out a casual sigh, his voice somewhat melancholic. In Wang Zhi's long life, traditional Chinese medicine was his only pursuit, and whenever he mentioned its decline, he felt an inexplicable sense of sadness.

  "Alright, whatever." Zhou Boran seemed to not have noticed the vicissitudes in Wang Zhi's voice and smiled casually: "It's getting late now, go back early, tomorrow I'll introduce you to them. Who knows how those old guys will thank me after seeing your skills?"

  Outside the hospital entrance, a sly-looking young man lightly poked his companion: "Maozi, that guy has been gone for so long, is he already gone?"

  The little thief rubbed his eyes uncertainly and said, "There shouldn't be, I didn't go back for long." This little thief was the one who had just been slapped by Wang Zhi, and he was now covering half of his face, staring only at the door.

  "Look, he's out." Just as Maozi himself was starting to have some doubts, he saw a familiar figure slowly walking out of the hospital.

  "Hurry up and inform the boss." Another guy reminded urgently.

  "This is natural, we two are no match for him." Ma Zi rubbed his still sore face and said with a huff.

  "Ah! Should I take the bus or walk back?" Standing at the hospital entrance, Wang Zhi was a bit hesitant. The experience of taking the bus this morning was still fresh in his memory, and the murky smell and crowded feeling made him feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

  "Never mind, I'll just walk back." After hesitating for half a day, Wang Zhi still decided not to take the bus and walked home. Having lived in the fresh environment of ancient times for so many years, Wang Zhi really didn't dare to compliment the air of modern cities.

  Just after walking for a short while, Wang Zhi felt that someone was staring at him from behind. His heart slightly stirred and he instantly quickened his pace, heading towards a place with fewer people.

  After turning two streets, he came to a secluded small forest and stopped his footsteps, quietly waiting for who was following him.

  Just then, a slightly old-fashioned van suddenly sped over and stopped beside Wang Zhi, while the two men who had been following Wang Zhi also quickly caught up.

  Seeing the guy who was following him, Wang Zhi really wanted to cry but had no tears. This thief was really something else, how could he say it, he was asking for death himself. Wang Zhi didn't bother to calculate and let that guy off at first, but unexpectedly he came again, what a nuisance.

  The old van hadn't even come to a complete stop when the door swung open with a loud creak, and six burly men poured out, led by Bao Ge and his henchmen, each carrying steel pipes, surrounding Wang Zhi in the center with menacing looks.

  "Hair boy, come see if it's really this little guy." Leopard brother slightly raised his head and asked the hairy boy.

  "Yes, Brother Leopard, it's this guy, I recognize him lightly." With Brother Leopard's backing, Maozi's courage increased a lot, staring at Wang Zhi with gritted teeth.

  "Little kid, you hit my little brother and took his harvest." Hearing Maozi's confirmation, Bao Ge turned around and casually glanced at Wang Zhi with disdain.

  "Haha, I did hit him, but as for the stuff, I didn't take it," Wang Zhi said casually.

  "Get out of my face, you clearly robbed me of a day's worth of earnings and still dare not to admit it. You'll be sorry later." Upon hearing Wang Zhi's words, Maozi hastily shouted loudly, with a pair of threatening eyes staring at Wang Zhi.

  "Say that again." Wang Zhi was getting angry, his eyes turned cold, staring at Maozi, a flea kept biting him continuously, anyone would not be able to bear it.

  "The... " The bearded man was stared at by Wang Zhi and immediately retreated backwards.

  "This kid is quite arrogant, daring to threaten my little brother in front of me." Leopard Brother smiled, his smile a bit gloomy, it was clear that Wang Zhi's performance made him feel very face-saving.

  "You're a punk." Wang Zhi looked at Leopard with disdain, considering how to deal with these people. If he killed them all, wouldn't that be a bit excessive?

  "You..." was countered by Wang Zhi with one sentence, and Bao Ge suddenly became furious, waving his big hand, and the several men under him rushed towards Wang Zhi like a pounce.

  Wang Zhi watched with a cold eye, unmoving, as several men holding steel pipes charged at him with vicious intent.

  "Bang!" Wang Zhi suddenly kicked one of the men who rushed to him first, and with a swift motion, he threw another man over his shoulder. He lightly tapped the ground with his toes and instantly sprang into the air, sweeping his leg sideways to kick the other three men 7-8 meters away before landing smoothly on the ground, smiling at Leopard Brother and Maozi.

  Maozi saw Wang Zhi easily take down five of the gang's best men, and his eyes turned to himself. In an instant, he was scared out of his wits, almost peeing in his pants. Bao Ge was also suffering, looking at Wang Zhi's pale face, his legs trembling nonstop, one hand shaking uncontrollably in his pocket.

  "Take it out, maybe you still have a chance." Looking at the constantly trembling Leopard Brother, Wang Zhi reminded him in a low voice. He had already seen that Leopard Brother's pants were hiding a handgun.

  "Don't force me." Bao Ge took a few steps back, looking at Wang Zhi's trembling body and said. At this time, Bao Ge was filled with regret in his heart. Although Zhang Bao had some ferocity, he also had some discerning eyes. Looking at Wang Zhi's light and casual movements earlier, Bao Ge could be certain that Wang Zhi was definitely a master, a high-handed person just like Nan Tian, the underground king of Jianghuai.

  Seeing Bao Ge's hesitant expression, Wang Zhi smiled lightly and walked slowly towards him.