Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 349: Medicine in the Dish

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Medicine in the Dish

"You six are at fault here, sharing half of the responsibility for this case!"

Officer Feng pointed at the six young men and then at Su Linglong, "Their injuries are somewhat related to you, so you’ll also take half of the responsibility. Each party bears half...Thus, you six will apologize to this young lady; and young lady, you should take out two or three hundred yuan as compensation for the medical expenses of the injured parties. No objections, right?"

Officer Feng felt he was being quite fair.

"We object!"

The six young men and Su Linglong all expressed opposition to Officer Feng’s decision.

Officer Feng was ready to close the case and leave when the objections made him frown and he said irritably, "If you have objections, speak them!"

"My two companions are hurt so badly, two or three hundred yuan is too little, at least a thousand!"

One of the six young men said, with the others nodding in agreement.

"I’m not responsible at all, I won’t pay even a penny!"

Su Linglong also stated her opinion very firmly.

"You sort it out amongst yourselves then!"

Seeing that neither party was willing to give in and that his own mediation was useless, Officer Feng gradually lost his patience. He left these words behind, waved his hand, and walked away with several colleagues.

Once Officer Feng left, the six young men were at a loss.

In their eyes, Su Linglong was a complete violent woman; they didn’t dare to insult her, nor could they beat her. After looking at each other for a while, they could only leave dejectedly, not even mentioning the medical expenses anymore.

"Who would have thought that our Class Leader Su has learned to be unreasonable too! Ha ha..."

Seeing Su Linglong sit back down opposite him, Fang Bai said with a laugh.

Su Linglong replied with a giggle, "My brother said, when dealing with a scoundrel, you have to use scoundrel methods on them, reasoning with them is useless!"

"Your brother is right!"

Fang Bai’s expression became serious, and he said solemnly, "Linglong, remember, what we martial artists cultivate isn’t just martial arts techniques, but also our state of mind. As long as you believe it’s right, go ahead boldly without fear or hesitation. Only then can you forge ahead on the path of the Martial Dao, overcome all obstacles, and reach the pinnacle!"

"Mhm, I’ll remember that!"

Su Linglong nodded resolutely.

The incident that had just occurred was nothing more than a minor interlude for Fang Bai and Su Linglong, which did not affect their mood for eating.

About fifteen minutes later, a restaurant waiter brought over a dish of stir-fried broccoli.

"We didn’t order this dish, did you deliver it to the wrong table?"

Su Linglong asked curiously.

"Our boss said, this dish is complimentary for you two! We hope that the incident just now didn’t affect you, and that you’ll continue to patronize our small restaurant in the future!"

The waiter diligently placed the broccoli on the table and said respectfully.

Fang Bai and Su Linglong exchanged glances and couldn’t help but laugh.

They understood the restaurant owner’s feelings, worried that these two regulars might be angered by today’s events and not return.

"Since it’s a gift, let’s not be shy!"

Fang Bai and Su Linglong picked up their chopsticks at the same time, ready to taste the broccoli.

"Wait a second!"

All of a sudden, Fang Bai halted his chopsticks, sniffed slightly, then his gaze fell on the broccoli in front of him, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"What’s wrong?"

Su Linglong was about to stuff the broccoli into her rosy little mouth when she stopped at the sound of his words.

"This dish can’t be eaten..."

Fang Bai’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes and then disappeared; he dropped his chopsticks and said to the waiter who had just turned to leave, "Call your boss over, I have something I want to ask him."

When the killing intent surged within him, the temperature in the entire restaurant seemed to drop a few degrees; some customers who were eating felt a chill come over them and couldn’t help but shiver.

The waiter caught the fleeting killing Qi in Fang Bai’s eyes, shuddered in fear, and then quickly ran off.

A few minutes later, Li Fuzhi appeared before Fang Bai and Su Linglong with a smile on his face and asked, "Young brother, did you need me for something?"

Fang Bai glanced at Li Fuzhi, pointed at the plate of broccoli, and asked indifferently, "Did you make this dish?"

"Yes! What’s the matter? Is the dish not to your taste, young brother?"

Li Fuzhi wondered, thinking could it be that this plate of broccoli was too salty or too bland?

On second thought, it seemed unlikely; as a chef for nearly thirty years, he had never made such a low-level mistake!

"During the cooking process, did anyone go into the kitchen?"

Fang Bai asked another question that left Li Fuzhi utterly baffled.

"The only ones who can enter the kitchen are my wife and the waiters who handle delivering the dishes."

Li Fuzhi scratched his head and said, not understanding what Fang Bai was getting at.

"Where is your wife?"

"She’s busy in the kitchen right now!"

"Have her come over; I want to ask her a few questions."

"Young brother, what exactly happened? You can just tell me directly!"

Li Fuzhi said in complete confusion.

Fang Bai beckoned with a finger, signaling Li Fuzhi to come closer, then whispered in his ear, "Someone has poisoned this plate of broccoli!"

"What? Poison?"

Li Fuzhi almost jumped up, his eyes widening as he exclaimed, "Impossible! That’s impossible!"

Fang Bai smiled and said, "If you don’t believe it, feel free to take a few bites yourself... don’t worry, this poison won’t kill you, but it will leave a person with aching muscles and too weak to muster any strength."

Of course, Li Fuzhi didn’t believe it.

He himself had fried the broccoli, then it passed through his wife’s hands to the waiter delivering the food, and finally to the table in front of Fang Bai and Su Linglong.

He and his wife would never poison the food, and the waiter delivering the dishes was a close relative well-known to him, so they had no reason to poison it either.

If there was no issue on his end, then the talk of poisoning must be Fang Bai’s nonsense.

What Li Fuzhi couldn’t figure out was what Fang Bai’s purpose was in doing this. He and his wife had been running this little restaurant diligently, treating their customers with integrity, and had never offended anyone!

In order to prove there was nothing wrong with his cooking and to smash Fang Bai’s "conspiracy," Li Fuzhi picked up the plate with the broccoli, grabbed the chopsticks and devoured a large portion of the dish.

"Look, I’ve eaten so much and nothing has happened to me, how could there be poison... eh..."

Before Li Fuzhi could finish his sentence, he felt lightheaded and weak at the knees; his body swayed, and he would have fallen to the ground if he hadn’t braced himself on the table in time.

"You believe me now? If the two of us had eaten this dish, we would end up just like you!"

Fang Bai looked at Li Fuzhi with a shocked expression, as if he had seen a ghost, and said coolly, "You don’t need to explain, I know the poison wasn’t placed by you."

Li Fuzhi was like someone struck with a severe illness, completely weak, his eyelids dry, unable to muster any energy, but his consciousness was still clear. He turned to look at his wife, Liu Qing, who was sitting at the cashier’s desk, and called out feebly, "Liu Qing... Liu Qing..."