My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 475 - 308 The First Heartbeat

Chapter 475: Chapter 308 The First Heartbeat

With a conflicted heart, Meng Lang and his company had just left the hotel restaurant when they unexpectedly encountered two people.

"Master Meng, thank you for heroically saving my master’s life today. Please accept my bow!"

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, the big man who was nearly six feet tall knelt down with a thud as soon as he saw Meng Lang.

"Thud!"

"There’s no need for that, please get up."

Meng Lang was startled, mostly by the commotion Li Lei’s kowtow caused.

When Li Lei stood up, his forehead bore a red mark, evidence of the force applied.

"Master Meng, I am a simple and rough man, I don’t know how to express gratitude in fancy words, but I, Li Lei, will remember this great favor for the rest of my life!"

Yan Feng, who had come with others, looked on in surprise at the grateful expression on Li Lei’s face.

Li Lei had sought him out to meet Meng Lang, and he had thought it might be to continue a challenge unconvinced by defeat, not expecting a special trip to express thanks.

"Weiwei, what’s going on here?"

Yan Weiwei then recounted the incident of encountering Li Lei and his disciple at the scenic spot, and Meng Lang administering emergency first aid to Master Li.

"What? You also know medical techniques?"

Yan Feng was astounded.

Being able to perform the Spring Leg to perfection was shocking enough, and hadn’t Hu Yifei said this guy’s driving skills were also top-notch?

Now, to sell insurance, you not only have to be able to drive, be skilled in self-defense, but also be proficient in pulse diagnosis?

How much is the annual sales target?

"My master said, if it weren’t for your few needles, he might already be seeing King Yan by now.

He also said that despite our previous offense, you were willing to lend a hand without holding grudges, showing the magnanimity of a true gentleman.

Had he not been bedridden now, he would have made it a point to come and express his thanks in person!"

The reputation of Master Li and his people in the circles wasn’t too good; they were known to be ruthless with their Twelve Road Spring Leg against rivals in the climbing community.

Under such circumstances, Meng Lang’s proactive effort to save someone earned him even greater gratitude from Li Lei and his disciple.

"It was just a helping hand, haha!"

"To you, it was just a helping hand, but to me, it’s as heavy as a mountain.

I originally planned to take my master out for a show of filial piety today, but I didn’t expect the tomb’s air to be too stuffy...

If something had happened to my master, I could never have forgiven myself for the rest of my life!" Li Lei said with a look of self-reproach.

Meng Lang initially felt that this Li Lei was too brutal in his approach and thus didn’t have a very good impression of him.

The reason he had been willing to help save Master Li, aside from wanting to test out the newly learned skills, was also to avoid Xiao Yu witnessing a parting through death too soon, potentially leaving her with childhood psychological trauma.

However, seeing the deep bond between Li Lei and his disciple, Meng Lang’s previous bad feelings lessened considerably.

"Master Meng, I’ve never truly respected anyone in my life, but you’re the first person who has completely won my respect!"

Li Lei said with a sincere expression.

He had been begrudging about being knocked down with a kick until he heard that all his subsequent opponents had ended up the same way...

This time, seeing Meng Lang save Master Li’s life with just a few silver needles made him realize that Meng Lang was a truly powerful expert who kept his skills hidden!

"This time, besides thanking you, I also have a presumptuous request, and I hope Master Meng will agree!"

Meng Lang looked at him with curiosity.

"What request?"

"I hope you can save my master!" Li Lei gestured as if he was about to kneel again.

Meng Lang quickly stopped him, "Hold on, don’t be in a rush to kneel. Save your master?"

"Master Meng, to be frank, my master’s condition has been deteriorating over the past few years. We’ve nearly visited all the renowned hospitals in the country, but all the doctors are at a loss.

However, after you administered the acupuncture today, my master felt significantly better, and his coughing has also greatly subsided. And that was just with three needles.

I can tell that you’re definitely an expert in medicine.

So I thought..."

"You want me to treat your master’s illness?" Meng Lang looked peculiar.

Wait a minute! Isn’t this clutching at straws?

Even though I administered first aid to your master, I’m someone without a medical qualification certificate, without a license to practice medicine, without a permit to practice at a medical institution.

And you actually trust me with treating him?

"Stop joking, how can I do it? I’m not a doctor," Meng Lang said with a laugh, waving his hand and directly refusing.

However... everyone was looking at him with weird expressions.

Are you a racing driver, yet haven’t you beaten Xu Jingfeng?

Are you a martial artist, yet haven’t you become the "Hero of Guanzhong"?

Are you a doctor, yet haven’t you just saved Master Li’s life?

When you say you can’t do something, please remember all the things you’ve done before...

"Master Meng, whether it’s possible or not, please I beg you to give it a try! You are my only hope right now!

I may not have much savings, but I can come up with tens of thousands, as long as you’re willing to treat my master’s illness, whatever your conditions are, I won’t hesitate to comply, even if it costs me my life!

If you don’t agree, then I’ll just kneel here and not get up!"

With that, Li Lei started to kneel again.

Meng Lang was helpless; what era were they in that people still resorted to kneeling at the drop of a hat.

Didn’t he see that the onlooking crowd was about to take out their phones to record?

"Stop, stop, stop!" he said, unable to bear it, and stopped Li Lei.

After thinking about it, he said.

"Your master’s illness is a chronic condition, it won’t be cured overnight, and I am leaving Anxi City tomorrow..."

"How about this, if you still insist, then come find me in Su City in a few days. I promise you, I’ll try my best."

"Really? Thank you, Master Meng! Thank you, Master Meng!"

Finally having sent away the endlessly grateful Li Lei, Meng Lang heaved a sigh of relief.

"Do you really want to treat Master Li’s illness? I mean, this isn’t like playing with racing cars, if something goes wrong, you could be sued." Yan Weiwei kindly reminded him.

"Don’t worry, we have lawyers over here," Meng Lang said with a chuckle.

Haitang was speechless. This guy still liked to meddle in other people’s business.

He was always scared of this and that, but whenever someone needed help, he never hesitated to step up...

But... could that also be considered one of his strengths?

After thinking for a bit, she spoke up.

"According to current laws, what you’re doing is unlicensed medical practice, essentially ’illegal medical practice’."

"However, if it’s just helping friends in need with some medical assistance, without the intention of making a profit, theoretically, it shouldn’t be a big problem.

"Of course, if it leads to adverse consequences, like disability in the patient, and they want to sue you, then it could get quite troublesome."

"Then it’s fine, I’m not in it for the money anyway."

I’m doing it for the people...

Meng Lang silently added in his heart.

Although this Baji Fist expert’s strength may fall slightly short of mine, he’s still definitely at the pinnacle amongst ordinary people.

Even though Cheng Biao’s security company has Ah Xing as their pillar, no one would complain about having too many experts at their disposal.

If the "assassins" know to come in groups, wouldn’t it make sense to at least try to outnumber them on Earth’s home turf?

Advantages are accumulated slowly, just like the fighting members are.

One Li Lei is far from enough. Ideally, I’d like to attract all the top fighters in the country to my security company...

This is the personal "umbrella" I’m preparing for my brothers in the future.

I might not be able to establish the Ancient Martial Artists Army just yet, but training a special Ancient Martial Arts Team should be no problem.

If not reaching the level where Dark Energy is a common practice, achieving small breakthroughs like Weiwei did would certainly be promising, right?

Match that with overclocking potions, and my fighters would definitely not be inferior to any assassin in individual strength!

Then, even in a direct confrontation, I won’t be pummeled to disorientation like the last few times...

"You good-hearted fool..." Yan Weiwei pouted. "Just make sure you don’t end up killing someone."

"Don’t worry, I’m only going to use conservative treatments; there won’t be any risks, and besides... I did say a few days, right?"

"What’s the difference after a few days?"

"A few days from now... I might have made great progress in my skills," joked Meng Lang.

"Why don’t you just say you’ll become an immortal in a couple of years?"

"Hey! That’s not entirely impossible..."

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

Yan Feng couldn’t help but roll his eyes too.

Hey! My old man is still standing right here!

"Cough! Weiwei! Come here, I need to talk to you," Yan Feng said with a cough.

Yan Weiwei glanced at him, knowing that her three years of freedom were still in Yan Feng’s hands, so she obediently followed him.

Meng Lang and Haitang exchanged a look, then proceeded to their room with Xiao Yu first.

"What do you think Elder Yan wants to talk to Weiwei about?"

"What else? He’s laying his cards on the table."

"Hmm... I hope Weiwei gets her wish."

"Don’t worry, I can guarantee that there won’t be a problem."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Intuition!"

"A man’s intuition?"

"Of course, women’s intuition isn’t the only kind that can be accurate. There are many things I can guess even with my eyes closed!"

"You’re bragging!"

"Oh? You don’t believe me? How about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Let’s bet that I... can guess whether you did something naughty while I was asleep last night or not?"

Haitang suddenly stiffened all over.

"Sister, what’s wrong? Did you really do something bad last night?" Xiao Yu asked curiously.

"Don’t... don’t listen to his nonsense. Let’s go inside and pack up, we have to get up early tomorrow!"

"Hey! Sister, don’t push me..."

"Bang!"

Watching the hurriedly closed door, Meng Lang curled the corner of his mouth.

So... there was a kiss after all...

Recalling that annoyed and flushed face glimpsed through the crack of the door just before it shut...

The most beautiful sight in the world...

Perhaps these initial heartbeats remained unknown to others...