153: Chapter 153: Treating the Living Dead 153: Chapter 153: Treating the Living Dead In just a few seconds, the big man caught by Wang Yan had already been kicked up and down dozens of times.
Every time Wang Yan kicked the big man in the stomach and saw his painful expression, Master Hei and the others felt a wave of pain in their own stomachs, as if each kick was landing on them.
Moreover, Wang Yan showed no sign of stopping.
The big man being kicked had his face twisted in agony, with blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth.
At this point, Master Hei was utterly astounded.
He originally thought Wang Yan was just a frail doctor, and as long as he guarded against the Silver Needle, there was nothing else to worry about.
But now, seeing the big man kicked into the air so effortlessly by Wang Yan, Master Hei realized he was gravely mistaken.
This proved that Wang Yan was not a simple doctor.
He was not only a doctor but a master of hidden depths.
Thinking of this, Master Hei instinctively reached for his waist, trying to draw a gun.
But when he reached, he grasped at nothing, realizing his waist was empty.
Master Hei quickly looked at his henchmen behind him, only to see that everyone was reaching for their guns but none found anything.
Master Hei couldn’t help but feel regretful, recalling that when he set off earlier, to prevent being caught by the police like Master Xing, and out of disdain for Wang Yan, he had ordered all his men not to bring guns.
But now it seemed he had made a grave mistake, without guns, they couldn’t possibly defeat the fierce Wang Yan.
Just then, after Wang Yan had kicked the big man dozens of times, he finally stopped.
The big man’s body then fell to the ground, knees hitting the ground in front of Wang Yan, his body bent and blood spilling from his mouth, looking extremely pained.
Wang Yan didn’t glance at the big man again, slowly standing up, and only when he stood up did he release the big man’s hand.
As soon as Wang Yan let go, the big man’s body immediately went limp, clutching his stomach with both hands, curling up into a ball, groaning softly on the ground.
Seeing the big man’s state, he seemed more miserable than death.
Wang Yan lifted a foot and kicked the big man into the corner of the wall, his eyes coldly fixed on Master Hei, stepping towards the door.
Master Hei immediately backed away in fear, and his dozens of henchmen shrank their necks, retreating continuously.
Wang Yan took a step forward, and the henchmen took a step back, gradually retreating to the doorway of Three Principles Hall, and then out to the street.
Even outside the Three Principles Hall, Wang Yan kept walking forward, and Master Hei and the dozens of men continued to retreat.
Under the incredulous gazes of the bystanders, they saw Master Hei and dozens of big men actually being driven to the corner of the street by Wang Yan alone.
When they reached the corner, there was no way further to retreat.
But they still kept backing up, as if wanting to embed themselves into the wall.
Wang Yan stopped three steps in front of Master Hei.
At this moment, drops of cold sweat had already seeped from Master Hei’s forehead.
Though Wang Yan was alone, the scene of him easily handling the big man was deeply etched in the minds of Master Hei and the others, leaving them no thought of resisting Wang Yan.
Wang Yan’s gaze remained fixed on Master Hei, who forced a smile, but it did nothing to change the coldness in Wang Yan’s eyes.
By now, Master Hei wished he could escape from the place as far as possible, particularly seeing the cold aura exuding from Wang Yan, which gave Master Hei a sudden illusion.
He felt that the person standing in front wasn’t a frail, naïve young doctor, but a veteran of many battles and bloody duels, a chieftain of the martial world.
Especially since Wang Yan was silent, it made Master Hei’s nerves feel almost on the verge of snapping.
Wang Yan stared at Master Hei, seeing the limitless fear and dread in his eyes.
When his fear reached its peak, Wang Yan suddenly let out a cold humph.
This cold humph, released just as Master Hei and the others’ nerves were at their breaking point, exploded in their ears.
Though the sound was low, it was like a thunderclap in their ears for Master Hei and his men.
The sound startled dozens of big men, making more than half of them collapse to the ground as their legs gave way.
Only four or five people, including Master Hei, could barely remain standing.
Wang Yan’s eyes widened, and he spoke his first sentence: “Why come here?”
Hearing Wang Yan’s words, Master Hei swallowed and quickly answered, “We came to smash the place…
No, we came for treatment.”
“Who’s the patient?” Wang Yan asked again.
“It’s…
it’s…” Master Hei quickly turned to look at his underlings, but anyone he looked at quickly lowered their head in fright, not daring to meet Wang Yan’s gaze.
Master Hei spotted the stretcher being carried by four men behind him, pointed to the “dead man,” and said, “It’s him.”
“Isn’t he already dead?” Wang Yan asked again.
“He…
he is dead, but, but, sir is the Divine Doctor, surely you can bring the dead back to life.” Master Hei’s mind was completely scrambled, his words incoherent, but his sole purpose was to not anger Wang Yan.
Wang Yan looked up at the “dead man” covered by a white cloth that the four men were carrying and shouted in a low voice, “Bring my Silver Needle and prick him.”
The forceful shout made Master Hei feel as if his ears were ringing, nearly causing him to fall to the ground.
As soon as Wang Yan shouted, the “dead man” on the stretcher suddenly trembled, then sat up and flipped off the stretcher.
Despite being carried by the four men, the person rolled over and fell from a height of a man, landing with a thud on the ground.
Yet this person didn’t seem to feel any pain, immediately getting up and running desperately towards the street entrance, shouting, “I don’t want the needle, I don’t want the needle.”
In the blink of an eye, the person disappeared without a trace, only his screams were faintly heard from beyond the corner of the street.
It turned out Wang Yan had already seen through the act, and one low shout scared him into fleeing on his own.
But Master Hei couldn’t help but lament.
Originally, the “dead man” was just for show, who would have thought he’d be exposed on the spot.
Yet Master Hei was an old hand, and with a quick glance, he immediately raised his hands, embodying admiration as he shouted, “Truly a Divine Doctor, reviving the dead, Wanghai City has a Divine Doctor.”