Chapter 180: Unknown Injury Location (2nd Update)

Chapter 180: Unknown Injury Location

"Oh… Woo… Ah…"

Captain Tang Fei began to moan, her body writhing slightly. Zhou Lang's kisses were not limited to the two protruding points on her chest; as he kissed her all over, she felt as if her entire body was ignited, and her writhing grew more intense.

Seeing such a snow-white body writhing beneath him, Zhou Lang was also very excited. In the past few days, Xiao Xi had gone to protect Li Mengxue, and he hadn't practiced Dual Cultivation with her. His most primitive desires had not been released, so he was now very impulsive.

He began to unbuckle the belt of Captain Tang Fei's hot pants, then the button. When he undid the button and saw the edge of the black lace hollowed-out underwear, blood rushed straight to his head.

He was no longer the green young man he had been two months ago; he was now quite familiar with a woman's body and had some skills in lovemaking. His mouth didn't stop as he gently lifted Captain Tang Fei's buttocks with one hand and quickly pulled off her hot pants.

Now Captain Tang Fei was only wearing a small black panty. A perfect body was almost completely exposed before him…

The two had been intimate for a while. After Zhou Lang removed Captain Tang Fei's hot pants, he hooked his fingers into her panty and prepared to remove this last barrier.

"You bad guy, you're not my man yet, and you want to take my body?"

Just as Zhou Lang lifted Captain Tang Fei's shapely buttocks again and pulled her panty down a little, about to see the mysterious triangular area, Captain Tang Fei pushed his hand away and said with slight anger.

Then, Captain Tang Fei turned over, picked up her clothes, and put them on.

"Alas, I already have three women. It seems you and I are not fated to be together," Zhou Lang sighed.

"Hmph, you've seen me, kissed me, and touched me. I've already set my heart on you. Even if you have ten women, I'll force them to leave you. You're mine."

Captain Tang Fei said domineeringly.

"I've said before, my women are not easy to deal with. But if you insist on doing this, I won't stop you. Just don't come crying to me if you get the short end of the stick," Zhou Lang said.

"I, the bureau chief of a police precinct, crying? When the time comes, it will be your three women who are crying without tears."

Captain Tang Fei snorted.

…

Expert Meeting Room of the City People's Hospital.

Experts from various departments of the hospital gathered together, all frowning deeply.

A few days ago, the Municipal Police Bureau and Xiao Keming had sent a large group of injured people. After several days, not only had their injuries not improved, but they had worsened.

These people were naturally the thugs and gangsters under Xiao Keming, led by World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei, who had been injured by Zhou Lang at Lovers Bar.

Of course, saying that Wu Dewei and the others' injuries had worsened was not entirely accurate. Upon admission, the doctors had examined them, even taken X-rays, but found no injuries on their bodies.

However, these guys kept moaning and groaning, and as time passed, it got worse. The ward was like a torture chamber; over twenty people were in severe pain, their screams and moans constant, making it impossible for other patients in the same ward to rest. Eventually, the hospital had to arrange for these twenty-plus people to be placed in a large, soundproof ward.

"Everyone, although the police have informed us that Wu Dewei and the others are social thugs with criminal records, this hospital is a place to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. Before the police take these people away, we must treat their injuries. But so far, we haven't been able to come up with a plan. If this gets out, it will certainly damage the hospital's reputation. I hope that by the end of today, we can pool our wisdom and come up with a plan," said a white-haired man with a scholarly demeanor, looking at the dozen experts present with a grave expression. He was President Gong Han of the City People's Hospital, a truly benevolent doctor.

"President, we can't even figure out what injuries these people have. How can we come up with a plan?" asked a middle-aged doctor with thick glasses.

Modern medicine relies heavily on instruments. When instruments can't detect the injury, these so-called experts are at a loss. It's truly lamentable, considering that in ancient times, Chinese medicine practitioners could diagnose illnesses simply through observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.

"President, this is a hot potato. I think we should let the police transfer these people to avoid unnecessary trouble," suggested a young doctor.

"The police say these people were injured in a conflict with others. To an outsider, it's just ordinary injuries—no fractures or concussions. If we can't cure them in a few days, outsiders will think our hospital staff are incompetent, right?"

President Gong Han said, "As doctors, healing the wounded and saving the dying is our duty. We cannot abandon these patients just because of difficult cases. How else can we improve our Medical Skills? How can we be worthy of our profession? We cannot do things that weigh on our conscience."

"President, we really have tried our best. We simply cannot find where these people are injured. I suggest we have the police transfer them to a provincial hospital. Actually, I'm worried about delaying treatment. You've seen that these patients scream like pigs being slaughtered in the ward. They can't eat anything, only drink a little water every day. If this continues, something bad is bound to happen. If these twenty-plus people die in our hospital, not only will our reputation be ruined, but as the head of the hospital, you will also bear significant responsibility," said the middle-aged doctor with thick glasses.

"This matter is too serious. We don't mean to shirk responsibility."

After hearing the middle-aged doctor's words, President Gong Han fell silent. As a hospital president, he had to weigh the pros and cons. If these twenty-plus patients really died in the hospital, his responsibility would be secondary; the most important thing was that these twenty-plus lives would be lost, which he could not bear to see.

"President, I think Dr. Fang has a point. Let's talk to the police and have these patients transferred," said a bald vice president named Luo Qingyu, who was about to retire and didn't want any trouble that might implicate him.

"All of you, leave. Let me be alone for a while, unless you have diagnosed where the patients are injured and come up with a treatment plan," President Gong Han said slowly. He was already over sixty, and at this moment, he seemed to have aged a bit more.

Since the president said so, the hospital's experts all left.

Zhu Yan, as the chief physician of orthopedics and neurology, naturally attended this expert consultation. While the other experts left, she lingered, hesitating to go.

"Zhu Yan, why haven't you left yet?"

President Gong Han noticed this and asked Zhu Yan. She was a young backbone of the hospital, excellent in Medical Skills and proficient in her work. He had always thought highly of this young Beautiful Doctor.

"President, since we can't find the cause of the patients' injuries, why not invite other medical experts to take a look?" Zhu Yan hesitated before saying. At this moment, she thought of Zhou Lang, who had miraculous Medical Skills. However, she hadn't contacted him yet and didn't know if he would be willing, so she was a bit hesitant and uneasy when suggesting this to President Gong Han.

"In Feiyun City, our hospital is the best. Not to brag, the best doctors are also in our hospital. If all our experts combined can't do anything, doctors from other hospitals will likely be even less capable," President Gong Han immediately dismissed Zhu Yan's suggestion.

"There are also medical experts among the common people…"

"You're right. I'm getting old and muddled. Why can't I think flexibly?"

Just as Zhu Yan was about to say she knew a miracle doctor, President Gong Han slapped his forehead and said with a joyful expression, "How could I forget Zen Master Fangzhi of Feiyun Peak? Even if the master doesn't come, if just one of his Disciples, Monk Jiechi or Monk Jiechen, comes out, this problem will be solved."

Before Zhu Yan could speak again, President Gong Han had already left the meeting room to make a phone call, asking his driver to bring the car. He was preparing to go to Feiyun Peak to invite Zen Master Fangzhi.

In Feiyun City, few people knew of Zen Master Fangzhi, but he was definitely an old monk with profound Buddhist teachings and Medical Skills. In a special circle, he was considered a true Grandmaster, respected by many influential people. Otherwise, when General Qin's legs were on the verge of paralysis back then, he wouldn't have come to Feiyun City to seek out Zen Master Fangzhi.

"It seems that the Zen Master Fangzhi the president mentioned is also highly skilled in medicine. I won't contact Zhou Lang for now," Zhu Yan thought, seeing that President Gong Han had already left, so she didn't follow.

…

Around three in the afternoon, three monks entered the large ward where Wu Dewei and the other twenty-plus patients were.

One of the old monks was over seventy, with a white beard. He was the Grandmaster-level expert Zen Master Fangzhi, who lived in seclusion on Feiyun Peak. The other two middle-aged monks were his Disciples, Monk Jiechi and Monk Jiechen.

They were the ones President Gong Han had invited.

Hearing that the president had invited three monks to treat the twenty-plus patients, some experts from the hospital followed in, curious to see how these monks would treat them.

Some doctors were secretly unconvinced. They thought that modern monks might not even be proficient in chanting sutras, let alone treating such difficult cases.

If these monks were better than them, what was the point of having doctors?

But President Gong Han showed great respect to Zen Master Fangzhi and his Disciples, so the doctors dared not say anything.

"What the hell are you doing? We've been in the hospital for days, and you still haven't given us the right treatment. If you don't treat us soon, when I get better, I'll have my boys smash this hospital!" Wu Dewei, who had been moaning on his hospital bed, glared at President Gong Han when he saw three monks enter. At this point, the fool still didn't know that Vice Mayor Yan Jialin and Xiao Keming had been arrested, so he remained arrogant!