"Sister Zhong Ling, where are we going?"
Du Yunyun, carrying a medicine box, looked at Wang Zhongling beside her curiously.
After Wang Zhongling packed up her things and checked again, she was sure she hadn't missed anything.
"We're going to give free consultations to our neighbors. Some patients are elderly or have difficulty moving, so they can't come to our TCM clinic. Therefore, when it's not too busy, your brother takes us to visit them and provide medical care."
As they spoke, they had already walked out of the TCM clinic.
This was Du Yunyun's first time participating in a free clinic, and she found it very novel. She kept asking Wang Zhongling questions along the way.
Wang Zhongling also liked Du Yunyun, a girl with excellent academic performance and diligence, so she patiently answered all her questions.
Soon, they arrived at the first house.
As soon as Du Fei and the others entered, the people inside were full of joy, calling him Doctor Du one after another, with great affection.
After about ten minutes, Du Fei finished examining the patient and rushed to the next house.
And so, house after house, in two hours, they had visited more than ten.
This was all thanks to Du Fei's excellent medical skills. Moreover, some patients had simple problems that Du Fei could solve in a few strokes.
"Sister Zhong Ling, it seems my brother is quite popular here."
Along the way, besides the houses they visited for the free clinic, many people they met on the road greeted Du Fei enthusiastically as soon as they saw him. Their tone was very polite, which surprised Du Yunyun greatly.
Wang Zhongling smiled faintly. "More than popular, your brother's prestige on Jianghua Street is simply unrivaled. After all, most people on Jianghua Street have visited the TCM clinic at some point. Even if they haven't, their relatives and friends have. With your brother's superb medical skills, how could they not be friendly?"
There was something Wang Zhongling didn't say: Du Fei had always insisted on selling the medicine from the TCM clinic at the lowest possible price to patients, and even gave it away for free to those in difficult circumstances.
Coupled with these occasional house calls for free clinics, who wouldn't like such a doctor?
"Sister Zhong Ling, hearing you say that, I suddenly feel that my brother's image has become much taller."
Du Yunyun looked at Du Fei's back not far in front of her and felt very proud.
Just then, Du Fei turned his head and looked at Du Yunyun and Wang Zhongling. "What are you two whispering about? Don't tell me you're badmouthing me?"
"Brother! Why do you judge a gentleman by a villain's measure? Sister Zhong Ling and I are praising you."
As soon as Du Yunyun heard Du Fei's words, the joy on her face diminished significantly.
Then, just as she was about to speak again, Du Fei's expression changed slightly, and he quickened his pace, entering a small courtyard on the right.
As soon as Du Fei entered the courtyard, he saw three of Hu Qiang's subordinates, each holding a dagger, and Hu Qiang glared at him ferociously.
"Doctor Du!"
"Doctor Du, why are you here?"
"Doctor Du, this has nothing to do with you. Please hurry back to the clinic."
Most of the people in the courtyard knew Du Fei. When they saw him walk in, their expressions changed.
They were all afraid that Hu Qiang and his lawless henchmen would attack Du Fei, so they urged him to leave.
However, Hu Qiang stepped forward and came to Du Fei. "I didn't hear clearly just now. Could you repeat what you said?"
At the same time, Hu Qiang deliberately leaned his ear closer to Du Fei.
Seeing this situation, the people in the courtyard knew that something bad was about to happen.
But before they could speak, Hu Qiang's subordinates glared at them, and their daggers moved forward slightly.
The implication was clear: anyone who dared to speak out would be stabbed.
Everyone's heart was in their throat, and they watched Du Fei nervously.
Doctor Du was practically a living bodhisattva on Jianghua Street. If he were injured by Hu Qiang and his thugs, or if anything happened to him, these scoundrels would be committing a heinous crime.
However, with the daggers clearly in front of them, the people in the courtyard did not dare to move.
"I said, you and your boss are social tumors. You create no value for society and only know how to bully the weak and old!"
Under everyone's gaze, Du Fei said loudly.
Hu Qiang and his subordinates were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting anyone to dare to speak so boldly in front of them.
After reacting, Hu Qiang sneered, "Damn it, you've got guts, but..."
Just as he was halfway through his sentence, a dagger suddenly appeared in Hu Qiang's hand, and he stabbed it directly at Du Fei.
This guy was insidious, attacking while talking.
"Brother!"
This scene was witnessed by Du Yunyun, who had just entered the courtyard. She let out a surprised cry and covered her mouth with her hand.
However, what happened next was far beyond the expectations of Du Yunyun and everyone else.
Crack!
Thump.
First, there was the crisp sound of bone breaking, followed by something falling to the ground.
Since everything happened in an instant, by the time everyone looked over, they only saw Du Fei standing there calmly.
And Hu Qiang, who had just stabbed at him, was holding his wrist, sweating profusely. On the ground in front of him lay a gleaming dagger.
"Brother Qiang!"
"Brother Qiang!"
"Brother Qiang, are you alright?"
Seeing that Hu Qiang had suffered a loss, his three subordinates no longer cared about threatening others and rushed over.
At the same time, the three of them pointed their daggers at Du Fei, their eyes filled with hostility.
"Hiss."
Hu Qiang gasped for air.
His wrist had been broken, and the pain was excruciating, but the guy was tough enough to endure it without crying out.
When he recovered, he looked up at Du Fei with bloodshot eyes. "I didn't expect you to be a martial artist! But what good is it if you're good at fighting? My boss has hundreds of men. How many can you fight with your bare hands?"
Although Hu Qiang's wrist was broken by Du Fei, in his opinion, what was the point of being able to fight in this day and age?
People who can fight don't necessarily dare to kill. His boss was the cruelest person he knew. When he was young, he was cornered by five or six enemies, but his boss casually grabbed two butcher knives from a nearby pork stall and chased his enemies from one end of the street to the other.
Besides, his boss had hundreds of men. How many could a mere Du Fei, no matter how skilled, fight against?
"Get lost!"
Du Fei had no intention of wasting words with a thug like Hu Qiang.
As soon as Hu Qiang's three subordinates heard this, they were about to rush forward and fight Du Fei to the death.
But Hu Qiang stopped them with a hand. He had failed to ambush Du Fei, and now that Du Fei was prepared, he figured these three wouldn't be his match.
"You wait for me. In a few days, I will personally bring people to your door. I hope you can still be as tough as you are now!"
After saying this, Hu Qiang glared at Du Fei again fiercely, and then led his men away from the small courtyard.