The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 89 - 89 89 Betrayal

89: Chapter 89 Betrayal 89: Chapter 89 Betrayal The doctor, carrying his medicine box, was about to leave.

He shook his head at Wang Tiankun and said, “Alas, accept the change with resignation and prepare for the aftermath.

It’s a pity that Boss Lin was such a good person, but his life was not long…” After speaking, he shook his head repeatedly and left the Lin Family troupe.

“Big Brother, what should we do now?” a junior brother asked Wang Tiankun.

Wang Tiankun glanced at Lin Shanhu’s tightly closed room door and, showing no attempt to hide it, a smile appeared on his face as he said, “What should we do?

What do you think?”

The junior brother who had spoken immediately understood Wang Tiankun’s meaning and, with a sly smile, said, “Of course, we should immediately prepare the celebration for Big Brother’s promotion to become the head of the Lin Family troupe!

Congratulations, Big Brother, on your eminent rise!”

Wang Tiankun, listening, let his unsightly grin fully show.

He shook his head, correcting, “Not the Lin Family troupe, it’s the Wang Family troupe now!

Listen, everyone, from today on I, Wang Tiankun, am the head of the Wang Family troupe.

Those who want to follow me, Wang Tiankun, I will not let them suffer.

And if you don’t want to…

Hmph!

Please, leave now!

As for the rest of you, I’m about to take the Dragon Head Chair.

Whoever offers me tea, I will recognize him.

If you don’t wish to—get out immediately!” Finished speaking, Wang Tiankun strutted towards the main hall with the puffed-up air of a crab walking sideways down the street.

Some people who had always followed Wang Tiankun scurried after him, while another group, keeping in mind Lin Shanhu’s kindness, was unwilling to follow.

They all turned their eyes towards Lao Li, as he was the elder with the highest status there, except for Wang Tiankun.

Old Li glanced at Wang Tiankun’s receding back and shook his head.

He spoke to the surrounding brothers, “Do they think they’ll have good days following Wang Tiankun?

Such an ungrateful person, who can forget even the master-apprentice bond, will he even consider the brotherhood among us?”

“Old Brother Li, what do you say we should do now?” a little junior brother beside Old Li asked, feeling as unsettled as shifting clouds, unsure whether a storm was coming or it was about to rain.

“Wang Tiankun certainly will not tolerate us; for now, we should bear it.

Let’s wait until after the master’s funeral,” Old Li told his fellow brothers, his heart mixed with all sorts of feelings.

Everyone nodded, dispersed with sorrowful expressions.

At that moment, Liu Hun had just arrived.

As he walked into the courtyard of the Lin Family troupe, he heard a burst of exuberant cheering.

He wondered if the Lin Family troupe had received some big business deal.

As he stepped into the yard, he happened to see Old Li, with whom he’d had some interactions, and called out, “Old Li!”

Upon seeing Liu Hun, Old Li quickly approached and asked, “Brother Guan, why are you here?”

“I have some things to discuss with the boss.

Is that noise because you’ve got some big deal?” Liu Hun asked Old Li with a smile, somewhat worried that the Lin Family troupe would be too busy to help him with his issue.

Old Li glanced with hatred toward the direction of the cheering and then told Liu Hun, “It’s just a bunch of ungrateful beasts.

Brother Guan, please don’t go there, lest you dirty your eyes.

Master…

Master is in that room…

Go see him…

he’s not doing well…” Old Li started to choke up while speaking, then turned and walked away.

On one side there were cheers, on the other, Old Li was in tears.

Liu Hun felt it was quite strange and couldn’t figure it out, so he walked towards the boss’s room.

Just as he was about to push the door open, suddenly he heard a piercing cry from Lin Mengmei.

He immediately pushed the door and entered, only to see Lin Shanhu lying on the bed with his mouth wide open, painfully silent-screaming toward the ceiling, as if the light of life had reached its end and was burning as fiercely as it could.

“Mengmei, move aside!” As soon as Liu Hun saw Lin Shanhu’s condition, he knew it was a case of revival followed by imminent death.

Without acting quickly, not even Buddha could save him.

Saying so, he pushed past Lin Mengmei and pressed his fingers on top of Lin Shanhu’s head.

Qi surged into Lin Shanhu’s body.

“Liu Hun!

You!

What are you doing?” Lin Mengmei, who had collapsed to the ground crying and exhausted, struggled to her feet and grabbed Liu Hun’s arm to ask.

“Don’t touch me!

I’m treating the boss!” Liu Hun focused on circulating the Qi throughout Lin Shanhu’s body.

He didn’t know if it would work, but he had to try.

“Cough cough cough…

huff huff huff…” After a violent bout of coughing, Lin Shanhu suddenly calmed down and lay on the bed taking deep breaths, as if he had just been through a major battle and was dragged back from the edge.

“Is my father…

is he okay now?” Lin Mengmei asked with hopeful, red-rimmed eyes.

She had been hoping against hope that Liu Hun could save Lin Shanhu.

“He should be okay now!

He just needs to rest!” Liu Hun reassured her, taking her hand.

For some reason, ever since they had physical contact in class once, Lin Mengmei’s heart began to flutter.

And now, with her hand in his, her heart was pounding even more uncontrollably, her cheeks involuntarily flushing red.

Could it be that I like him…

As soon as this thought emerged, Lin Mengmei immediately dismissed it from her mind, and she felt somewhat ashamed to be entertaining such thoughts while her father was gravely ill.

“Water…

Mengmei…

give me some water…” After regaining calm, Lin Shanhu asked Lin Mengmei for water.

Lin Mengmei hurriedly brought a bowl of water to Lin Shanhu’s lips and then wiped the spillage around his mouth with a towel, asking, “Dad, are you feeling better now?”

Lin Shanhu’s face gradually regained its color, and he smiled weakly at Lin Mengmei, “Much better.

Just a moment ago, I thought I was done for; it was all thanks to Brother Guan.”

Lin Mengmei immediately turned and knelt in front of Liu Hun, thanking him profusely.

Liu Hun quickly lifted her up, saying, “I just know a little about lifesaving techniques.

I wasn’t sure I could do it myself, but thankfully, Boss Lin was strong enough to pull through.”

After resting on the bed for a while, Lin Shanhu was able to sit up slowly with the support of Lin Mengmei.

This miracle seemed utterly unbelievable to Lin Mengmei and even more astonishing to Lin Shanhu.

He knew his own body, especially that moment of returning lucidity, like a candle in the wind about to be snuffed out when Liu Hun appeared and saved him.

“Brother Guan, you are my savior!

I, Lin Shanhu, will never forget your kindness in all my life.” Lin Shanhu was too weak to do more than feebly gesture his hands toward Liu Hun.

Liu Hun smiled and felt the timing was right to bring something up, so he said, “No need to be so formal, Boss Lin.

Actually, I came here to ask a favor from the Lin Family Troupe.”

“Congratulations to Boss Wang!

Kudos to Boss Wang!

May the Wang Family Troupe prosper for a thousand generations!”

“May the Wang Family Troupe prosper for a thousand generations!”

“May the Wang Family Troupe prosper for a thousand generations!”

“…”

The uproarious noise coming from outside interrupted Liu Hun and Lin Shanhu’s conversation.

The passionate shouts clearly reached Lin Shanhu’s ears, and he immediately said to Lin Mengmei, “Mengmei, help me out to see what’s going on!”

“Dad…” Lin Mengmei had wanted Lin Shanhu to rest, but meeting her father’s determined gaze, she could only nod in agreement.

So, she and Liu Hun helped Lin Shanhu out the door, following the sounds to the main hall where the cheering crowd was toasting Wang Tiankun, paying no mind to the three of them arriving behind them.

Wang Tiankun, holding his teacup like he was hosting a grand feast, declared, “Brothers of the Wang Family Troupe, Lin Shanhu is gone!

From now on, follow me, Wang Tiankun!

I will not let you suffer any losses!

I hate what Lin Shanhu did just as much as you do!

So, I promise to divide all the money we make in the future evenly among you.

I won’t take a penny of it for myself!

As long as you all follow me, Wang Tiankun, loyally, you’ll all live the good life—everyone gets a share!”

“What a Wang Family Troupe!

Cough cough cough…” Lin Shanhu roared with fury like a real tiger, but couldn’t help coughing again.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Lin Mengmei and Liu Hun supporting an enraged Lin Shanhu at the entrance of the main hall, with Lin Mengmei wearing an expression of disgust as if looking at dog feces.

“Master…

Master…” Wang Tiankun was shocked and afraid, not expecting Lin Shanhu, who had seemed at death’s door mere moments ago, to suddenly come back to life—baffling him entirely.

“Shut your filthy mouth!

You are not worthy to call me master!” Lin Mengmei berated Wang Tiankun, then, with Liu Hun’s help, she escorted Lin Shanhu step by step to the Dragon Head Chair to sit down, while Wang Tiankun obediently stepped aside.

After catching his breath with some difficulty, Lin Shanhu glared at Wang Tiankun and demanded, “Wang Tiankun!

Tell me, what is this Wang Family Troupe?

How can you say you hate what Lin Shanhu did just as much?!”

“Master…

I thought you were…”

“Don’t call me master!

Beast!

Beast!

How could my eyes have been so blind to have taken in a beast like you and even considered entrusting my daughter and the troupe to you!” Lin Shanhu exclaimed, his chest tight with stifled anger, forcing him to clutch at his chest and then order Wang Tiankun, “Get out!

Just get out!

The Lin Family Troupe cannot harbor a beast like you!”

Wang Tiankun took a deep breath, his face showing a change as if he had made a decision, and then he sneered coldly, “Me, leave?

Why should I?

Everyone here heard it; you handed the troupe and Lin Mengmei over to me.

That means the troupe is now mine, Wang Tiankun’s!

A person must not go back on their word.

Isn’t that what you taught us?”

“You’re shameless!” Lin Mengmei shouted furiously at Wang Tiankun.

“What?

I’m shameless?

When I strip you bare in bed, then you’ll know what shameless means,” Wang Tiankun sneered at Lin Mengmei, then pointed at Lin Shanhu and said, “Lin Shanhu!

You’re always talking about morality and righteousness.

Well, I have to ask.

All these years, we brothers have been working and performing to the bone.

Where’s all the money gone?

Did you buy a mansion with it?

Or is it for Lin Mengmei’s education?

Isn’t that shameless?

Isn’t that living a good life off the blood and sweat of your brothers?”