Uncle, Where’s the Trust Between People?
Uncle, Where’s the Trust Between People?
He recalled Doctor Li mentioned a patient she was at a loss with; the patient had no sign of external injuries, but her organs and other parts inside her body had traces of carbonization. That special patient was at ward No. 570.
Inconceivable, strange injuries, and an identity that was related to Su Clan’s Seven.
It could only be that person—Su Clan’s Sixteen who had undergone tribulation in H-City, then ran away from home. Her weird injuries that showed her being fine externally but burnt internally should have been caused by the thunder tribulation on June 1st.
Forgive Song Shuhang for not thinking of this from the start; he never thought Su Clan’s Sixteen was a girl!
When he listened to the seniors chat in the group, he always thought Su Clan’s Sixteen was male.
With the name Sixteen and the same bellicose personality as Su Clan’s Seven, how could he have associated that with a girl?
Wait, now was not the time to think about all this.
What was important now was that the uncle who claimed to be from Immortal Farming Sect was going to harm Su Clan’s Sixteen.
What should he do now?
The uncle’s strength was obviously above his; even if he used a talisman, he still might not be a match for the uncle.
Should I contact Senior Su Clan’s Seven who’s in the group?
No, water from afar quenches not fire.
Meanwhile, inside the ward.
"Hmph, no need for me to take the hard way!" the uncle gnashed his teeth in anger and clawed towards the wall with his right hand. The claw attack penetrated straight into the wall, leaving five deep finger-shaped holes.
Jiangnan College Town’s affiliated hospital was definitely built well to protect against nails. Yet, the uncle’s claw attack was as if it penetrated tofu, leaving five finger-shaped holes.
Though he might be a bit silly, his strength was formidable!
"As long as I catch you, Su Clan’s junior, I can compel Su Clan’s Seven to come meet us. When the time comes, we Immortal Farming Sect will settle all grievances with him." The uncle closed in on the girl on the hospital bed, raising his sharp claws again. On his fingertips was residue of the wall’s lime plaster… that’s not very hygienic now, was it?
"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I only need to break your four limbs and get that bastard Su Clan’s Seven to find us on his own accord!" the uncle raised his hand-claws high up and said fiercely.
As soon as the claws descended, he would gift Su Clan’s Sixteen a certificate of disability.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the ward 570’s door opened again!
The uncle instinctively withdrew his hand and his ferocious expression quickly vanished—cultivators always tried to avoid displaying the powers of cultivators in front of mortals. Even at a time like this, the uncle still instinctively restrained his murderous intent.
Soon after, he saw a handsome young man rush into the ward.
The man lifted his head to look at the uncle. He panted, but still revealed a warm smile, "Found you, Uncle!"
The uncle’s hand froze, as did his expression—why was he seeing this scammer again? Did that punch yesterday not teach him a lesson? In spite of everything, the scammer still had the courage to look for him?
Meanwhile, the girl on the hospital bed quietly turned over and covered her body with the blanket.
"Don’t punch me just yet, listen to everything I have to say! Or don’t blame me for losing it!" the young man saw the uncle reveal an annoyed and pained expression, then sighed in relief and took out a hundred fifty note, "Uncle, I’m not scolding you! But, you definitely lack the most basic trust between people! Come, take the money. If you still aren’t assured, just check if the money is genuine or fake! Take the money, you won’t have to worry that I’m scamming you, right?
Alright then, sit down properly and listen to all I have to say! Look at me, my upright features with an expression full of righteousness, what part of me looks like a scammer? And, I already explained to you multiple times that you dropped the money, why can’t you believe it? Now, recall carefully the scene at the time. Even if you can’t remember if you really dropped the money, you should still recall—before I called to stop you, did you try to take out your phone from your pocket? It was right then that you dropped the hundred fifty RMB. I only picked it up to return it to you!
I just can’t figure out why the heck you would think I’m a scammer? And also mistake me so many times? Are there such kind-hearted scammers like me? Picking up money then trying to return it to you over and over again?"
"Pop pop pop…" Song Shuhang’s mouth was like firecrackers, failing to stop since the moment he entered through the door.
The uncle accepted the hundred fifty RMB and looked at it—the money was genuine.
Then, seeing Song Shuhang’s state of momentous rebuke, he knew that, perhaps, he really was mistaken about this youngster.
Because the uncle had done something wrong, on top of the youngster’s aggressive rebuke, the uncle’s imposing manner unconsciously weakened more than a notch.
It made sense after some thought. He mistook the youngster multiple times; the youngster must’ve felt aggrieved, right?
Moreover, he even punched the youngster yesterday?
The silly uncle felt very guilty.
"And yesterday, I wanted to catch up to you to return the money, but instead you punched me! It hurt like hell, you know! Moreover, that punch resulted in stories about an uncle pking a youngster filling up the moments in my friend circle. My face has been lost all the way to the Pacific Ocean, don’t you know! At least for this entire month, I don’t have the face to see anyone!"
"Pop pop pop," still continuing! Song Shuhang’s glib talk went up and down, from ‘the basic trust between people’ to ‘society needs a little more love lately,’ then extending to ‘doing good deeds is a fine tradition in Huaxia, passed down from the ancient times till now,’ then ‘when you do good deeds nowadays, you need to leave proof in case someone swindles you for it.’
Song Shuhang racked his brain for all related content despite his mouth already being dry.
The uncle who realized he was in the wrong passively nodded. After Song Shuhang spoke a sentence, the uncle would nod once. Now, the uncle was already drowsy from listening.
"So what I’m saying, Uncle… If it weren’t someone like me that picked up you're hundred fifty RMB but someone else, they definitely wouldn’t return the hundred fifty RMB to you!" Song Shuhang cleared his throat.
However, he had his heart in his mouth.
It’s over. I can’t improvise any longer. He even finished explaining the five excellent and four bad in Confucianism, what else could he possibly say about the basic trust between people?
Should he start talking about the ancient four Confucian injunctions for women?
Why isn’t Doctor Li or a nurse coming? Even if I read extensively, I’m about to run out of content to talk about…
He planned to do his best to stall for time until a doctor or a nurse came to change medicine, because the uncle might temporarily retreat at that moment.
Unfortunately, Doctor Li had no intention of cooperating, taking very long to return.
Furthermore, the nurse alert button was behind the uncle’s back, Song Shuhang couldn’t find a chance to press that thing. Otherwise, a light touch could summon a beautiful female doctor along with a pure nurse.
No more ideas; he really couldn’t make up more stuff.
Even if he really blabbered about the four Confucian injunctions for women, no matter how silly the uncle was, the uncle would still notice something was fishy.
So, he was forced to use the plan B.
Song Shuhang pinched a medicinal pill-shaped object in his fingertips—the stinking pill!
Its creator Medicine Master coined that horrible name. It only needed a forceful collision, and once the shell cracked open, the extremely putrid mist sealed inside would be released.
According to Medicine Master’s description, if a cultivator had opened the Nose Aperture but hadn’t reached the Third Stage and could not freely control the Nose Aperture, this stench would be a nightmare for that cultivator.