Qin Shitian walked into Chaoyang Mold Company holding a receipt for the surgery fee.
"Hurry up and pay the surgery fee, otherwise your dad won't survive today. The hospital is not a charity, and there is no point in dying on your knees if you don't pay the money."
"What, pay back the money? I borrowed your father's money and I didn't borrow your money, so why should I pay it back to you? If you want to pay back the money, ask your father to come over in person."
"Your dad is not my dad. What does it matter to us if he dies?"
My father was a technician in the mechanical processing department of Chaoyang Mold Company. He was seriously injured by a machine at work and was hospitalized for emergency treatment. He needed 100,000 yuan for surgery.
In order to perform surgery on his father, Qin Shitian raised money everywhere and borrowed money from relatives and friends. He was ridiculed and finally borrowed less than 10,000 yuan. His father's life was hanging by a thread, so Qin Shitian could only come to Chaoyang Mold Company to ask for workers' compensation compensation.
Qin Shitian was taken to the machining center by the beautiful woman at the front desk and entered the supervisor's office.
In the supervisor's office, sitting on a leather computer chair, is a man in his 40s, wearing a suit and leather collar, with a middle-parted hairstyle.
He is Bei Bahong, the supervisor of the machining center. When he saw Qin Shitian, he asked with a kind smile: "Are you Qin Xiao's son?"
"Hello, Director Bei, I am Qin Shitian. My father was hospitalized due to a work-related injury and needs 100,000 yuan for surgery. How much can the company bear?"
"Click"
Bei Bahong slapped a document on his desk, his face darkened and he said, "Who told you about the work-related injury? Your father made a mistake during the operation and damaged the processed alloy material. He has to pay 1 million yuan."
Qin Shitian originally came to ask for work-related injury compensation. The company could compensate him as much as he wanted. If the money was not enough, he could continue to borrow money.
Who would have thought that as his father's direct supervisor, Bei Bahong would just not help him apply for work-related injury compensation. Instead, he would falsely accuse his father of operating errors and demand compensation of 1 million yuan in damages.
"Director Bei, my dad is really injured at work, not due to operational errors. Please show your support and help us apply. We, as a family, will repay you."
"Operation error means operation error. How do you want me to apply? This is an operation error compensation agreement. Your dad can't come to the company, so you can sign it on your behalf!"
Bei Bahong's face was cold, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was domineering.
Qin Shitian frowned. He thought Bei Bahong was unwilling to compensate for work-related injuries, so he blamed him for operating errors and asked him to quit.
His father's surgery was about to take place, and every minute of delay meant that his father's life was in critical condition. Qin Shitian had no time to continue wasting time with Bei Bahong, and said helplessly: "Manager Bei is unwilling to help, so I will go elsewhere to raise money."
"Wait a minute, if you want to leave, you have to sign an agreement before leaving." Bei Bahong suddenly stopped.
Qin Shitian ignored him at all, opened the door and walked out, only to see two men with tattoos on their arms walking towards Qin Shitian, forcing Qin Shitian to return to the office.
Qin Shitian realized that Bei Bahong asked him to sign the agreement not just for casual talk, but for real. Qin Shitian asked confusedly: "Director Bei, what do you mean by this? If my father dies, I will sign this
Even if there is an agreement, there is no way to compensate.”
"Our company has bought high-cost insurance for its employees. If you sign this agreement, if Qin Xiao dies, the insurance company will compensate 1 million, which can just cover the company's losses."
Bei Bahong looked at Qin Shitian with a proud expression.
Qin Shitian finally knew why Bei Bahong, as his father's immediate superior, did not apply for work-related injury compensation for his father. He insisted on slandering it as an operational error. Bei Bahong wanted to get a death insurance of 1 million yuan.
"Snapped"
Qin Shitian lost control of his emotions, slapped Bei Bahong on the face, and cursed angrily: "Bei Bahong, you bastard, I will not sign this agreement."
Bei Bahong was slapped and his face was burning.
In his eyes, Qin Shitian was a lamb to be slaughtered. He never expected that this sheep would dare to attack a wolf like him.
Bei Bahong suddenly became angry and ordered: "Break his limbs, use his blood, put your fingerprints on it, and I will sign it for him."
After hearing the order, the two tattooed men rushed towards Qin Shitian, kicked Qin Shitian over, and stepped on Qin Shitian's limbs with their feet, making a cracking sound like bones breaking.
"Ah! Bei Bahong, you will pay the price for what you did today."
Qin Shitian's limbs were broken, but the two tattooed men still did not stop. They also broke Qin Shitian's sternum and back spine, causing Qin Shitian to faint from the pain.
"Qin Shitian, if you want to blame, blame your dad. He is meddling in other people's business. He insists on saying there is a problem with the machine and wants to report it. This is not blocking my way of making money and seeking death."
Bei Bahong looked disdainful. He pinched Qin Shitian's fingers, dipped them in Qin Shitian's blood, and put his fingerprint on the signature of the operational error agreement.
"Throw him out." Bei Bahong ordered.
Two tattooed men put Qin Shitian into a sack, carried him and threw him into a flower bed on the side of the road.
Qin Shitian was an orphan who was adopted by his father when he was an infant. The cross hanging around his neck was his only token.
The cross was soaked in a pool of blood, absorbing Qin Shitian's blood. Qin Shitian felt his chest feel warm in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Shitian's mind exploded: "The younger generation, Qin Shitian, will inherit the inheritance of Longmen Medical Dao."
A kind old man with white hair and blue clothes appeared in Qin Shitian's sea of consciousness: "I am the ancestor of Longmen medicine. You have my inheritance. You should abide by the rules of Longmen, hang pots to help the world, and save the common people."
Subsequently, countless information was integrated into Qin Shitian's mind, including medical techniques, Taoist techniques, martial arts techniques...
This information is integrated with Qin Shitian's memory, as if he was born with it.
The cross became hotter and hotter, and then turned into a dagger, and a burst of energy was transmitted into Qin Shitian's body. Qin Shitian's muscles and bones gradually strengthened, and the broken bones were gradually repaired.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Qin Shitian gradually regained consciousness. As a conditioned reflex, he held the dagger in his hand, tore the sack open and got out from inside with a wave of his hand.
The cross disappeared, and Qin Shitian subconsciously looked at the dagger in his hand. It was crystal clear like mutton-fat jade, but it was extremely sharp.
With just a thought, special energy can be directed into the body through the hilt of the sword.
Qin Shitian looked at Chaoyang Mold Company not far away and thought of what Bei Bahong said when he was unconscious.
Qin Shitian said coldly to himself: "Bei Bahong, I will repay the humiliation and torture you gave me a hundred times. If you purchase machinery, pass it off as good, embezzle public funds, and frame my father, I will send you to prison."
Qin Shitian did not seek revenge immediately. He sorted out the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine in his mind and bought a set of silver needles at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. He put the dagger into the mineral water and soaked it, diluted the special energy in the dagger in the mineral water, and then
He put the dagger in his pocket and rushed back to Longshi Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
Longshi Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, ICU ward.
Duan Qiantong, the attending doctor, checked Qin Xiao's eyelids, then glanced at the monitoring equipment on the bedside, and ordered the nurse: "The patient's heart has stopped beating and there are no vital signs. Let's proceed to the next step!"
"Okay, Doctor Duan, I'll contact the funeral home immediately."
The female nurse found a piece of white cloth from the shelf and prepared to cover Qin Xiao's body.
Duan Qiantong's eyes were indifferent and he glanced at Qin Xiao on the hospital bed. He didn't have the slightest sympathy. Instead, he said mockingly: "If the patient's family can pay 100,000 for the surgery and I perform the surgery, they might be able to survive. What a poor man."
, I can’t afford even this little medical expense, I deserve to die.”
At this moment, Qin Shitian came in from outside, stopped the nurse and asked: "Stop, what are you doing?"
When the nurse saw Qin Shitian, she was shocked and said, "The patient is dead."
"Nonsense, my dad is not dead yet."
Qin Shitian received the inheritance of Longmen Medicine. He could see at a glance that his father's heart had indeed stopped beating, but he was not really dead. It was a state of suspended animation. His father could still capture the life force.
Qin Shitian unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and poured half of the bottle of mineral water into Qin Xiao's mouth. Duan Qiantong saw it and said disdainfully: "People are dead. Drinking mineral water is useless. Do you think it is holy water?"