From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor

Xu Chunliang’s little drama scared the hell out of Zhou Yisheng, who hadn’t wet his pants since he was four. He was overwhelmed with shame and anger.

Xu Chunliang reached out to unblock Zhou Yisheng’s mute acupoint. Zhou Yisheng immediately called for help, but found his voice weak and powerless, as if the volume control had been turned down. In fact, Xu Chunliang had controlled his Qi Sea, resulting in a lack of energy and weakness.

Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Now let’s have an open and honest conversation. If you tell the truth, I won’t make things difficult for you. But if you try to mess with me, I have endless ways to torture you."

Now completely under Xu Chunliang’s control and unable to seek help, Zhou Yisheng could only protest in silence.

Xu Chunliang lightly touched him somewhere, and Zhou Yisheng cried out in pain: "Ashi..."

The Ashi point, also known as the indeterminate point or the Heavenly Response Point, is what Western medicine often refers to as the tender point.

Such acupoints are generally determined by the ailment, mostly located near the affected area, but can also be in distant locations, without fixed positions or names. The method for locating these points is pain as the indicator, which means "pain indicates the point."

In fact, with Xu Chunliang’s current skills, hitting any part of Zhou Yisheng’s body would cause him pain. However, the severity of pain varies. Xu Chunliang was very familiar with the meridian acupoints, causing Zhou Yisheng unbearable pain but not too much physical harm.

Zhou Yisheng felt that any action would hit his sore spot, causing an unbearable mix of soreness and pain.

Xu Chunliang asked, "Do you owe Zhu Mingyuan money?"

Seeing Xu Chunliang raise his finger, Zhou Yisheng quickly nodded.

"How much?"

"I promised him a year-end bonus of 100,000..."

Xu Chunliang said, "Why didn’t you fulfill your promise? I hate deceitful merchants like you the most!" He jabbed a finger into Zhou Yisheng again.

Zhou Yisheng was on the verge of collapse from the pokes: "Stop poking... I... I’ll pay him back... I’ll pay him back..." He really thought Xu Chunliang was helping to collect debts, wasn’t sure what kind of relationship they had. Why was Xu Chunliang stepping in for Zhu Mingyuan?

Xu Chunliang asked, "Have you got something on him?"

Zhou Yisheng shook his head vigorously. Those were his trump cards against Zhu Mingyuan, telling others would render them powerless.

Seeing that Zhou Yisheng still wouldn’t tell the truth, Xu Chunliang pinched his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth, and stuffed a black pill the size of a sheep dropping, called the Three Yin Evil Blood Pill.

Zhou Yisheng only felt a foul taste in his mouth, the pill melted as soon as it entered, and he didn’t even have time to spit it out.

Xu Chunliang said, "Since you refuse to speak, it will be hard for you to talk in the future." He couldn’t be bothered wasting words on a scoundrel like this. Standing up, he said, "Three conditions. One, pack up and get out of Changxing immediately. Two, not a penny less than the debt owed. Three, honestly confess whether the bogus tiger bone plasters that framed Huichun Hall were your doing? Give me an answer before the end of the day."

After speaking, Xu Chunliang stood up and left, smashing Zhou Yisheng’s phone on the ground before leaving.

Zhou Yisheng watched helplessly as his phone shattered into pieces. There was no justice, no law. This guy was so arrogant; does he really think no one can deal with him? The whole situation left him trembling with anger, actually not much strength left after Xu Chunliang’s torment.

Xu Chunliang left the door open when he left. When the receptionist passed by the office, she saw the boss lying on the sofa. She was about to leave but couldn’t resist looking again, only to find Zhou Yisheng collapsed on the sofa, with a wet patch on his pants, and a puddle on the floor between his feet. Realizing something was wrong, she hurried to call for help.

The medical staff at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostic Center rushed over when they heard something happened to the boss.

The receptionist, who was the closest to him, approached with concern and asked, "President Zhou, can you hear me?"

Staring at her heavily made-up face, Zhou Yisheng suddenly shouted, "I’m fine! What are you all doing? What are you doing here?" When people are down on their luck, they don’t want their embarrassment seen. Now everyone at the center knew he wet his pants.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone around smelled an incredibly foul odor. The receptionist, who was closest to him, was the first to be overwhelmed by the stench and fainted.

Zhou Yisheng was puzzled. He hadn’t done anything, how could she have been scared into fainting? Her nerves must be really weak. He stood up and took two steps forward: "Call the police, I want to call the police..."

The medical staff who had rushed in earlier quickly retreated cleanly, the smell was too suffocating, a minute longer would make anyone feel faint.

Every breath Zhou Yisheng took was filled with the stench, everyone smelled it, but he himself didn’t seem to realize. Walking out of the office, he asked a nurse, who was belatedly arriving, "Can I borrow your phone?"

The nurse rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

Zhou Yisheng still didn’t quite understand what was happening, pointing to the nurse on the ground: "What is wrong with her?"

The doctors, nurses, and patients at the treatment center all escaped one by one while pinching their noses. A patient who was undergoing acupuncture didn’t have time to get up and was directly knocked out by the fumes.

Zhou Yisheng looked at the empty treatment center, wondering what was happening. All he wanted was to make a phone call to the police.

There was no need for Zhou Yisheng to make the call himself. Concerned employees called the Security Department, and enthusiastic bystanders dialed 110. It was terrifying—a man had lost control of his bladder and openly released toxic gas at the Changxing Hospital Traditional Chinese Medicine Treatment Center, causing two medical personnel and one patient to be poisoned on the spot. The exact casualties were unknown.

Yu Xiangdong led a team of security guards to the scene immediately. They were about to enter when medical personnel stopped them. "Section Chief Yu, don’t go in; don’t—it’s dangerous, dangerous!"

After Yu Xiangdong understood the situation, he thought to himself that bad breath, no matter how bad, couldn’t be dangerous, right? He had never heard of anyone being suffocated by bad breath.

However, since he had been warned, he couldn’t enter recklessly. He signaled to his security guards, letting others test the waters first. Young people needed a chance to prove themselves.

A strong and sturdy security guard pushed the door open and entered. This guy was one of Yu Xiangdong’s most capable men, not even wearing a mask. He didn’t believe in the rumors and walked in to see Zhou Yisheng standing at a distance, with an unconscious nurse lying at his feet.

The security guard smelled the foul odor too. It was indeed nasty, but not enough to knock someone out, right? He slowly approached Zhou Yisheng.

The security guard asked, "President Zhou, what’s going on?"

Zhou Yisheng, in tears, said, "Xu Chunliang..." He only managed to say three words, unable to explain further.

The security guard felt a pungent stench hit him, and it was too late to hold his breath. Damn, the smell hit his lungs directly!

The onlookers at the door saw the scene where the burly security guard was knocked down by Zhou Yisheng. The guard’s huge body blocked Zhou Yisheng, and no one saw how it all happened.

Yu Xiangdong was startled and shouted, "Zhou Yisheng, don’t do anything rash!"

Zhou Yisheng, with a mournful face, said, "I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!"

As he spoke, the stench surged. Yu Xiangdong made a quick decision, ordering the entrance to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Treatment Center to be sealed off. Zhou Yisheng was simply too dangerous; he was like a walking stink bomb, causing panic wherever he went.

Zhou Yisheng picked up the department phone and called Yu Xiangdong.

Seeing his name gave Yu Xiangdong a headache. Could there be any danger in picking up the phone? After hesitating, he finally answered.

Zhou Yisheng was on the verge of a breakdown, complaining incessantly into the phone, "It’s Xu Chunliang who harmed me. He pointed at my acupuncture points, stabbed me with a knife, and stuffed a pill into my mouth. He’s nothing but a thug, Zhao Feiyang’s henchman. I want to call the police and have him arrested..."

Yu Xiangdong got irritated hearing him attack hospital leaders, "Old Zhou, you’d better say less. There are still four people at the center, and your presence already poses a threat to their lives. Quickly find a mask to wear, open the windows for ventilation. If anything happens to them, you’ll be responsible. Also, after doing these, find a closed room to stay in, as far away from them as possible. Preferably, go to the men’s restroom and close the door."

Zhou Yisheng was on the verge of tears. How had he become so despised? It was all Chunliang’s fault that he was in such a state.

Yu Xiangdong notified the emergency department to rescue. All rescuers were equipped with face shields and N95 masks. If possible, he would’ve preferred to find gas masks.

Five minutes later, all emergency personnel were in position. Yu Xiangdong led the charge, entering the treatment center to rescue people alongside everyone else.

Zhou Yisheng indeed went to squat in the men’s restroom. Before entering, he followed Yu Xiangdong’s instructions and opened all the windows. After ensuring airflow, the stench in the center diminished significantly.

When the rescue personnel arrived, the sturdy security guard had already regained consciousness, but symptoms continued as he began to vomit.

The emergency staff rescued the four injured individuals and planned to temporarily close the treatment center. Zhou Yisheng slipped out of the restroom and contacted Yu Xiangdong through the internal line, but Yu Xiangdong had no intention to answer his call.

Furious, Zhou Yisheng slammed the phone down, cursing vehemently. The whole of Changxing was against him, the whole world opposed him.

Just then, the phone rang again. Zhou Yisheng eagerly picked it up. "Hello?"

Xu Chunliang’s voice came through the receiver, "Zhou Yisheng, if you dare slander me again, I’ll sue you for defamation!"

Zhou Yisheng shouted, "Xu, you hurt me, but I can’t talk about it? I want to sue... cough, cough, cough..." He felt acid reflux from his stomach, and a stench rose. No wonder he could knock out four people just now.

Xu Chunliang said, "Think over what I’ve told you." He hung up the phone.

Zhou Yisheng went to the window and looked outside, seeing temporary police lines set up. This was clearly meant to isolate him in the treatment center.