Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 253 - 253 253 Who Understands the Loneliness of Being Invincible 2 Thanks for the Reward

253: 253: Who Understands the Loneliness of Being Invincible 2 [Thanks for the Reward] 253: 253: Who Understands the Loneliness of Being Invincible 2 [Thanks for the Reward] Behind him tightened, and the next moment he was standing in front of Tang Feng.

“Fatty, did I say you could leave?”

“Big brother, I was wrong.”

This fat man was quick to comply; he might act tough outside, but once his facade was broken, everything was soft on the inside, not resilient at all.

Ye Zixin was speechless as well, realizing that to survive in this world, one must indeed have thick skin.

Just a moment ago, they were all blustering, and now they were as obedient as dogs, too dramatic indeed.

However, she also saw the cruel reality of the world, that only by being stronger than others could one live a better life.

Perhaps being the woman of such a man wasn’t so bad after all.

Her beautiful eyes lingered on Tang Feng, gazing at him foolishly, completely captivated by his overbearing side.

Not just her, but the waitstaff of the entire restaurant and the dozen or so customers in the distance all had admiration in their eyes.

If they had such skills, they would be cool no matter where they went.

Ah Gui and Huang Ke lay on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, quietly waiting for their fate, in the vast restaurant, only the sound of Tang Feng chewing meat could be heard.

It was quite unsettling.

At this time, the sound of police sirens began outside, and upon hearing this, Ah Gui and Huang Ke breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to get up.

All of a sudden, they found that the severed limbs and broken legs on the ground were gone, vanished, and Ah Gui trembled all over, as if he had truly seen a ghost.

There was not a drop of blood on the ground either, as if nothing had happened just now.

It was horrifying.

Was it really okay to be this scary in broad daylight?

At this time, several police officers entered, and the leader looked puzzled at Tang Feng and the two kneeling on the ground.

“Who called the police?

Didn’t you say there was a fight?

Wasn’t it said the blood was flowing like a river?”

Anger surged, as it was so tiring to travel such a distance!

“Officer, I made the call.

The fight hadn’t actually broken out, I was…overreacting, so I called.”

“Playing the fool!” It was only when he walked up to Tang Feng that he saw clearly the two on the ground.

He instinctively gasped, “Huang Ke, Ah Gui, what are you two doing?”

Neither man dared to answer, only giving Tang Feng a feeble glance.

Thump!

“Get up, I will handle this for you,” Qin Shaotian said, slapping the table.

“Brother Shaotian, it’s voluntary,” Ah Gui and Brother Huang hurriedly said.

Qin Shaotian’s eyes widened in surprise, trying to grasp the situation, and he took a deep look at Tang Feng.

“Comrade, do you think you’ve come to the wrong place?” Tang Feng remained composed.

“Kid, who are you?” Qin Shaotian was not just a simple martial artist; he came from a prominent family, so nobody would believe he lacked intelligence.

What he didn’t expect was his words to have no effect.

“Who I am is not your concern.

Is it right for you to disturb a law-abiding citizen while eating?” Tang Feng said.

Tang Feng’s words made everyone sweat; he spoke so confidently and justifiably.

Qin Shaotian felt an unreleasable frustration building inside him.

After all, the man was right; there had been no fight, no crime committed, and as for those kneeling, it was their own choice.

“Brother Shaotian, we’re fine, you should go back first.”

Qin Shaotian was dumbfounded, as even Brother Huang, who usually came to him for protection in times of trouble, had backed down.

The fierce and brutal Ah Gui didn’t even dare to raise his head, was it really necessary?

“You really don’t want me to intervene?” Qin Shaotian still didn’t believe it.

“Brother Shaotian, please, just go,” Huang Ke implored, glancing up at Tang Feng before quickly bowing his head again.

Qin Shaotian couldn’t be bothered anymore, issuing a light command: “Stand down.”

They came swiftly and left just as swiftly.

Tang Feng remained unaffected, not sparing Qin Shaotian another glance.

Ye Kexin, standing beside him, was so mesmerized that her cheeks flushed red, looking as though she was ready to throw herself into his arms at any moment.

After dozens of breaths had passed, Tang Feng finally finished eating the second plate of roast duck and felt pretty good about it.

He took out a stack of soft banknotes and handed them to Ye Kexin, “Go pay the bill.”

Then, looking at the two people kneeling on the ground, he said, “You can get up now.”

“Thank you, big brother,” the two of them said as they got up, both feeling numbness in their legs, not having experienced such treatment in many years.

“From now on, Fatty will take care of Ye Kexin’s safety.

Any problem with that?” Tang Feng took a liking to this girl, but that was as far as it went.

“Big brother, rest assured, no one can hurt her when I’m around,” Huang Ke patted his chest and said.

“Ah Gui, give me your phone number.

I have some tasks for you,” Tang Feng instructed.

“Big brother, can I also have your number?” Fatty Huang may have been a spoiled brat, but once cowed, he was a likable person.

“Sure!”

“Big brother, may I leave now?” After taking down the number, Huang Ke didn’t dare to stay any longer, unsure if the situation might change.

“Go ahead.”

Feeling a great relief, Huang Ke turned and left briskly.

“Ah Gui, find out about the items on this list; call me when you have some information,” Tang Feng made a list.

Since he occasionally visited Capital City, it wouldn’t do to not take full advantage of its resources.

His cultivation had been slow recently, with three layers of the Foundation still unformed, and not a single clue in sight.

Now that resources were available, perhaps there would be some gains.

After Ah Gui left, Tang Feng took Ye Kexin back to her home.

“Brother Feng, my home is a bit messy,” Ye Kexin said cautiously, fearing Tang Feng might become upset.

Tang Feng hadn’t expected Ye Kexin to live in a slum.

Her father worked odd jobs, her mother was bedridden, and the family’s burdens were heavy.

He decided to help them.

Mrs.

Ye had been chronically ill, thin as a rail; if it hadn’t been for Tang Feng, the hospital probably wouldn’t have been able to do much.

Terminal lung cancer.

A certain death sentence.

She herself had closed her eyes, awaiting death.

It was her daughter she couldn’t stop worrying about.

It was the way of mothers, suffering so much themselves yet still thinking of their children.

In a loving family like this, Tang Feng was even more willing to help, knowing it was fate.

For his current mental state, he wouldn’t deliberately avoid it, but would act according to his heart.

With a single Elixir, and infusing her with Spiritual Energy, in just over ten minutes, Mrs.

Ye’s condition had stabilized.

With some recuperation, she would recover completely, no need to waste money at the hospital anymore.

Upon hearing this news, Ye Kexin was so overjoyed she burst into tears.

She instinctively knelt before Tang Feng, swearing to repay his kindness even if it meant working like an ox or a horse.

Smiling, Tang Feng shook his head, helped her up and said, “I’m helping you now, but when you’re capable, help others in need.

That will be enough.” Tang Feng left feeling that he should use his abilities to help more people.

Just as Ye Kexin knelt down that very moment, his seventh layer of Foundation had a reaction.

But he hadn’t quite figured out what it was.

Only by practicing medicine and healing might he unravel the mystery.

Tang Feng considered the promotion of his cultivation to be of utmost importance, so he pondered deeply as he walked through the slums, thinking this might be where he would find the answers.

In the following days, Tang Feng didn’t return to his villa but rented a storefront in the slum dwellings to offer free medical consultations.

When he hung out the red banner, it immediately caused a sensation among the local residents and soon people were bringing their sick family members to the clinic, both old and young.

At first, there was apprehension, fearing this free treatment was a prelude to being charged.

But after Tang Feng treated several illnesses without asking for a penny, the news spread excitedly by word of mouth, and he earned the nickname of a living Bodhisattva.

Tang Feng had a set of Golden Needles on hand and put the most common Elixir Medicine Bottles on the shelf behind him, which were enough to cure ordinary people’s ailments.

In just a few short days, his reputation grew, and to his delight, it wasn’t the recognition but the formation of the Foundation that surprised him.

Faint strands of golden light began to construct the seventh Dao Platform.

Although it was slow, he had finally found the right path.

So he became even more enthusiastic.

However, as the number of patients increased, he noticed that sometimes some patients lacked golden light, and instead, black light appeared, nearly disrupting his Dao Platform.

This made him frown.