"I don't know what you mean?" Da Zhang was stunned. It seemed that Miss Xia was in bad condition.
"The injured has not passed the critical period yet. If he can survive tonight, he will be fine." Wang Gensheng said calmly.
"What if I can't survive it?" Dazhang asked quickly.
Wang Gensheng shrugged and said frankly: "Then you'll just die."
The boss-looking man suddenly became furious: "What are you saying? Believe it or not, I will kill you right now."
Da Zhang hurriedly stopped the man and said to Wang Gensheng: "Doctor Wang, can Miss Xia survive?"
"Haha, if it were another doctor, he might not have been able to survive, but it was me. It would be difficult for the injured to survive." Wang Gensheng said coldly.
From Wang Gensheng's confident eyes, Da Zhang also found confidence.
"Doctor Wang, you have helped me a lot again, how should I thank you?" Da Zhang said guiltily.
"How would you like to thank me?" Wang Gensheng asked.
"Accept me as your apprentice, and I will also be a doctor in the future, saving lives and healing the wounded." Da Zhang laughed.
"Go away, are you thanking me? You're just going the extra mile and repaying kindness with hatred." Wang Gensheng scolded.
Da Zhang blushed, but thought that Miss Xia had turned the corner, so he felt relieved.
Pointing at the man, he said to Wang Gensheng: "Doctor Wang, let me introduce you, this is the boss of Linshan branch of Fenghuo Hall who has a stomachache."
Wang Gensheng burst out laughing: "Haha, don't you have a stomachache? Just open a few boxes of Pediatric Sanjiu Weitai and drink it later."
The man suddenly became furious: "Dazhang, you still can't speak clearly. My name is Du Ziteng, it's not that I have a stomachache."
"Is there something wrong?" Wang Gensheng still couldn't help laughing.
His father was really educated and complained about stomach ache. By the way, his mother must have had severe stomach ache when she gave birth to him.
Du Ziteng couldn't stand Wang Gensheng's mocking eyes and punched Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng grabbed his fist, twisted it slightly, and with a click, his wrist was dislocated.
I went and now it's not my stomach that hurts, but my wrist that hurts.
Du Ziteng's face was twisted into a knot, but he refused to scream. After all, he was also the leader of a branch of Fenghuo Hall, so he still had some endurance.
"Lao Du, you just have a bad temper. Dr. Wang is treating Miss Xia. You should be more polite. Why bother asking for trouble?" Dazhang said with a frown.
Du Ziteng didn't take Wang Gensheng seriously at all. How could a small village doctor be so confident?
He stretched out his dislocated hand in front of Wang Gensheng. It was obvious that he wanted Wang Gensheng to connect it for him and had no other intention.
"My stomach hurts. If you want your wrist to stop hurting, please beg me first and apologize to me." Wang Gensheng looked proud and turned his head to the side.
"Wang Gensheng, I beg your grandma to help me..."
Du Ziteng cursed loudly. He didn't like to apologize to others by nature. Asking him to apologize was like digging into his family's ancestral grave.
Bang bang bang...
Three slaps sounded, no sparks were produced, but it made Du Ziteng's eyes flash with stars.
"Grandma, if you dare to sneak up on me, I want you..."
Du Ziteng cursed again, followed by the cliché words "life is worse than death", but unfortunately, Wang Gensheng did not give him a chance.
His hand was once again pinched by Wang Gensheng, like an iron vice.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Du Ziteng not only hurts in his wrist, but also in his head.
"Kowtow to grandpa and apologize, I can heal your hand." Wang Gensheng said calmly, as if he was sincerely speaking.
Du Ziteng would rather die than give in, and asked loudly: "If you want me to kowtow, I'll apologize. Don't even think about it."
"In this case, I can only twist your hand off and feed it to the dog." A trace of anger flashed in Wang Gensheng's eyes.
The master said not to hurt people's lives, but he never said not to hurt people.
Du Ziteng was so angry that his stomach really hurt, and he was shaking with pain: "Wang Gensheng, if you dare to do this, I will make you sleep forever."
Wang Gensheng just didn't believe this evil, so he tried again.
With a click, Du Ziteng's wrist grew a section. If the leather hadn't been connected, his hand would have fallen to the ground.
"Oh my god, it hurts so much, I, I...fuck..." Du Ziteng just held back, but now he couldn't help it. The pain in his hand made him tremble all over:
"Why are you still standing there? Just chop him to death."
More than a dozen people raised their steel knives at the same time. It was freezing under the lamplight. With this posture, Wang Gensheng must be chopped into pieces.
However, when they rushed to Wang Gensheng, the knives they raised stopped in mid-air.
This little village doctor is really extraordinary. He actually has a gun in his hand. At this moment, the black muzzle of the gun is pressed against Du Ziteng's forehead.
"Haha, you have a knife and I have a gun, let's see who is faster." Wang Gensheng sneered, as if he was about to pull the trigger at any time.
Du Ziteng's head hurt terribly, but he refused to admit defeat: "Wang Gensheng, if you have the guts to shoot, let's see how many people you can kill."
Dazhang stood aside and trembled with fear. This was one of his own, and now he was actually using knives and guns. It was too unfriendly.
But looking at Wang Gensheng, his expression changed slightly, and he stopped saying anything. He might as well kill Du Ziteng with his vigor.
"I smashed all the knives. In a few days, a scrap collector will come, and I will sell them as scrap metal. They are just throwing away materials and playing with knives. It's just boring."
Wang Gensheng pointed to a hammer beside the courtyard wall and shouted coldly.
Come on, these knives are used by Fenghuo Hall disciples to eat, and Wang Gensheng actually let them smash them and sell them as scrap metal.
All of them were filled with righteous indignation, but they were helpless. Du Ziteng was helpless in Wang Gensheng's hands, and he did not dare to take action rashly even though he was trying to avoid it.
"Whether you smash it or not, I will count to three, one..."
Wang Gensheng's finger was already hooked on the trigger. With just a slight hook, Du Ziteng's head not only hurt, but also left a hole in his head.
With a crackle, the steel knives were thrown to the ground.
A man swung a hammer and it crackled, and the steel knife turned into a twist. Let alone cutting people, it is very difficult to cut tofu nowadays.
"two……"
Wang Gensheng was still counting the numbers persistently, even though all the knives were smashed.
Du Ziteng wanted to bite Wang Gensheng, but unfortunately there was a gun on his forehead: "Wang Gensheng, the knife was smashed, what else do you want?"
"My stomach hurts. You haven't kowtowed to me yet to apologize. Of course I have to continue counting the numbers." Wang Gensheng said seriously.
"Wang Gensheng, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost." Du Ziteng cursed.
"three……"
Wang Gensheng ran out of patience. After shouting the third number, he directly pulled the trigger.
Du Ziteng closed his eyes and waited for death. His grandma met a cruel person today.