The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 349 - 0349 After-Sales Service

Chapter 349: Chapter 0349 After-Sales Service

Vajra looked at Long Fei, then back at Zheng Bin, with a troubled expression.

He scratched his head and said to Zheng Bin with sincere simplicity, "Your dad is my benefactor, I can’t hit you. He is Buddha Master, I don’t dare hit him either. I’ll stay neutral, you guys go ahead and fight!"

"Your mom!"

Zheng Bin felt an urge to die. If he could beat Long Fei, he wouldn’t be relying on this big oaf.

Long Fei approached him with a smile, a playful look on his face, "Young Master Zheng, it looks like we need to have a good chat!"

Zheng Bin backed away in terror, cursing at Long Fei, "Don’t get cocky, my dad is Zheng Wansan. If you dare to hit me again, I’ll make sure you leave Qingdong City horizontally!"

"Oh really?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow and gestured to Vajra, "Disciple, your master is going to show you a divine skill of hitting someone from a distance!"

He stepped forward with his right foot and delivered a palm strike through the air at Zheng Bin.

Inner strength burst forth, creating an invisible current of air.

It was like a high-pressure air cannon, with a loud thump and shake.

At a distance of three meters from Long Fei, Zheng Bin’s body was suddenly swept up by the surge of air, and with a cry of anguish, he was sent flying.

His body felt like his organs were tumbling, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his throat, and he rolled on the ground like a dead fish, staring at Long Fei and groaning.

Vajra’s head began to sweat as he thought to himself that his master really had been given power by Patriarch Buddha.

Without even making contact with a fist, he could knock someone to the ground!

The gangsters had never seen anything like this and rolled on the ground, clutching their heads, too scared to even glance at Long Fei.

Long Fei asked Vajra, "Do you want to stay by my side?"

He really envied such a good fighter.

Vajra shook his head, "Master Zheng has been kind to me, I can’t betray him. Once I’ve repaid his kindness, I’ll come find you, Master, to cultivate!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, surprised that this big guy was quite loyal.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Alright, since your worldly attachments are not yet severed, I won’t insist. Take your Young Master with you. Go back and tell your Master Zheng to keep a low profile for a while, or he might bring disaster upon his house!"

Vajra nodded, went over to pick up Zheng Bin with one hand as if he were picking up a little chicken, and left.

The gangsters got up from the ground, helped each other, and stared at Long Fei in panic as they also fled.

Long Fei dusted off his hands; winning two billion from a fight was a very lucrative deal.

He looked at Zhang Xuan’er, who seemed reluctant to accept the situation. She hurried over and knelt beside the old man, crying out anxiously to him.

He had to give her credit for having a conscience; having been injured for her sake, she still knew to be grateful.

With an attitude of providing after-sales service, Long Fei went over to take the old man’s pulse and spoke to Zhang Xuan’er, "This isn’t good. Your dad’s injury is serious."

The old man’s ribs were broken, and he was in a coma, but he hadn’t died yet.

He was surviving on sheer inner strength—if it were an ordinary person, they would have been long gone to meet King Yama.

An Internal Energy Grandmaster was beaten to this state by Vajra’s sheer physical strength, which was a joke in the Ancient Martial World.

"Nonsense, even an idiot could see that!"

Zhang Xuan’er glared at him and corrected, "Don’t talk nonsense; he’s not my dad!"

Of course, Long Fei knew that, but he was purposely teasing her.

He carried the old man back to the room, found some paper and pen to write down a few medicinal herbs, and called over the waiter to go to Hundred Herbs Hall to get the medicine.

Zhang Xuan’er followed him, pleading, "Are you capable or not? With such a serious injury, it is better to take him to the hospital, no?"

"You don’t trust me, go ahead and send him to the hospital!" Long Fei said. "I guarantee that within a day, he will be meeting King Yama."

And he wasn’t just scaring Zhang Xuan’er; hospitals didn’t understand inner strength, and to blindly operate on the old man...

If his energy leaked out, there would be no saving him.

Zhang Xuan’er had also witnessed his display of divine skills.

She sat down and caught her breath, watching as Long Fei took out a silver needle and inserted it into the old man’s body.

The skilled technique made it look like he really had some ability.

When the last silver needle was inserted at the old man’s throat area, the old man coughed dryly, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhang Xuan’er was so frightened that she stood up, and An Xiaoke also furrowed her eyebrows.

An Xiaoke was aware of Long Fei’s medical skills.

Healing facial paralysis was easy for him, but since this was a matter of life and death, An Xiaoke still sweated for him.

Long Fei had her bring over a towel to clean the fresh blood from the old man’s mouth and nose.

The old man stared at Long Fei with a trace of surprise, "Did you save me?"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "Don’t get excited just yet. I know how to get your essence blood flowing smoothly again. Your ribs haven’t been set back in place yet, a wrong move could injure your internal organs."

The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He had been competing in martial contests all his life and had never been defeated so miserably.

He turned his head and instructed Zhang Xuan’er, "Miss, call the master and have him send my senior brother over. The mainland is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; I was careless."

"I know!"

Zhang Xuan’er’s eyes reddened as she nodded and took out her cell phone to go to the bedroom.

Long Fei frowned, wondering if this Miss Zhang had no plans of returning home?

She didn’t come to Qingdong City just for travel, did she?

After the waiter brought back the medicinal herbs, Long Fei gave him two hundred as a tip and closed the door.

He had An Xiaoke go next door to wash the large bowl they had used for their meal and bring a clean one back.

An Xiaoke pursed her lips, wondering when she had become his serving maiden?

Strangely, she seemed to have no objections.

Although her heart resisted, her legs involuntarily obeyed his command and she obediently went to wash the salad’s glass bowl and bring it over.

It must be said that the medicinal herbs from Hundred Herbs Hall were indeed reliable.

Long Fei held the herbs in his hand and, using his inner strength, ground the herbs into powder as if they were being crushed by a millstone.

A large bowl was soon filled halfway.

He had An Xiaoke fetch some hot water to mix into the powder until it became a paste, then tore off a bedsheet to spread the black medicinal paste onto it.

Zhang Xuan’er came out after the call and furrowed her eyebrows as she eyed the concoction.

An Xiaoke too curiously surveyed Long Fei, not expecting him to also know how to make a plasters.

After Long Fei finished preparing, he placed his hand on the old man’s sunken rib area and reminded him, "Old sir, this might hurt a bit, just bear with it."

"Bring it on! I’ll be fine!"

The old man braced himself with a do-or-die attitude, clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes tight.

This step, called bone setting, required the use of internal energy to realign the old man’s broken bones to their original positions.

In Western medicine, you would rely on inserting steel pins to fix the two broken ends of the bone back together.

Long Fei didn’t need to do that. His hand was on the old man’s broken bone.

Inner strength surged into the fracture from four directions, using essential qi to push the bones back to their original place.

The sunken area on the old man’s body bulged as if being inflated, and with a ’crack’ sound, even though he was prepared, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pain, his face showing bulging veins and his body drenched in sweat.

After setting the bone right, Long Fei wrapped the bedsheet around the old man’s waist, pressing the plaster firmly against his body.

Now it was time to recover.

Healing bones and tendons took a full day. For someone the old man’s age, it might take a year of bed rest with the aid of tonics.