The Power of the Bone-Softening Fist Requires a Locked-Door Check

Chi Qingshui looked around in every direction.

Finally, amidst the chaotic crowd trying to break up the fight, she spotted Lin Yu.

"Lin Yu!"

"When did you run over there?"

"You couldn’t even say a word? It’s too dangerous!"

As the bare-chested brute charged forward, the crowd in the hospital lobby instantly surged into chaos.

Another male doctor from the community hospital, along with a taller bystander, stepped in to restrain the man.

This is a harmonious society—can’t things be settled calmly and reasonably?

Besides.

Anyone with half a brain and a shred of sense could tell what was really going on after hearing Nurse Xia Yiwei’s explanation.

The old man had ignored medical advice, leading to complications during his IV drip.

Yet now, his family was trying to pin the blame on the nurse who administered it.

Is that fair?

Is that reasonable?

"Xia Yiwei, go back to your office!"

"I’ll talk to the patient’s family. It’s too dangerous for you to stay here."

"Reasoning won’t always work. The police will be here soon—just step back for now."

The male doctor, who was desperately holding the brute by the waist, had his glasses knocked askew.

Still, he didn’t forget to remind Xia Yiwei to retreat for her own safety.

Xia Yiwei, however, stood her ground calmly, hands tucked into her pockets.

She muttered under her breath:

"Me? Step back?"

Just as she was about to step forward, a familiar figure appeared in front of the brute—

Causing Xia Yiwei to freeze mid-motion.

Xia Yiwei: "Lin Yu? Why are you at the front?"

Why had he rushed to the front?

For the mission, of course!

Lin Yu took advantage of the chaos, moving unpredictably as he "mediated."

"Hey hey hey, calm down, calm down…"

"Big guy, let’s talk this out…"

"Damn, you’re strong—ow ow ow, easy there…"

"Alright, alright, just relax…"

That’s what he said out loud.

But in his mind: So you’re the ‘Flame Tyrant,’ huh? You’re the ‘Flame Tyrant’?!

To an outsider, it looked like Lin Yu was caught between the brute and his two lackeys, seemingly in distress.

But Xia Yiwei stood frozen, her face paling in shock.

Others might not notice—

But she could see right through it!

Lin Yu was taking advantage of the chaos to strike from the shadows!

Chengfu, Hedding, Yanglingquan, Weilu…

What seemed like panicked attempts to break up the fight were actually precise strikes—every shift from palm to fist delivered pinpoint blows to the thugs’ pressure points!

Hitting once could be a coincidence.

Four, five, six, seven, eight times? That was deliberate.

But…

What kind of martial art was this?

Soft yet relentless, coiling like a serpent.

She’d never seen anything like it.

And she was right.

Lin Yu was testing his newly acquired external technique—the "Bone-Melting Soft Fist"!

He’d been wondering earlier what kind of opponent would be suitable to test this technique on.

And now, here was the perfect opportunity.

In a crowded, chaotic scene, wouldn’t it be normal if someone got hurt?

He was just an "ordinary" college student, after all.

Even if something went wrong, no one would suspect him.

[Fist sweeps across, bone shifts half an inch—Quchi point!]

[Tendons tighten three inches, legs steady, fists heavy—Yanglingquan!]

[Energy penetrates the Governing Vessel, fists soft as water, effortless as lifting a feather, dragon shedding its scales…]

The Bone-Melting Soft Fist’s techniques flowed seamlessly through Lin Yu’s body.

Before he could even finish the full sequence, the situation took a turn.

Thud!

The loudest troublemaker, the bare-chested brute, fell flat on his backside.

"Agh—!"

The impact left him red-faced and gasping.

"The hell—who? Who the hell pushed me?"

"Four-Eyes, was it you?!"

"Playing dirty with me? I’ll f—wait, what the—?"

The brute thought the male doctor had tripped him.

But when he tried to get up, his lower body refused to cooperate.

More accurately—

It was like sudden paralysis. From the hips down, he felt nothing.

Did he hit a nerve?

But he’d never felt numbness this intense before.

The male doctor adjusted his glasses, staring at the brute still sitting on the floor.

Great, now they’re switching from assault to fraud?

"What the hell are you two staring at?"

"Get me up already! Let’s teach this four-eyed bastard a lesson!"

Humiliated, the brute barked orders at his lackeys.

These new recruits were useless—couldn’t even handle something this simple without being told.

But it wasn’t that they were hesitating.

They had problems of their own.

The yellow-haired lackey dangled his arm limply:

"Boss, my arms—I think they’re jammed or something!"

The green-haired lackey’s legs trembled uncontrollably:

"Boss, holy shit, I can’t move my legs—they’re totally numb!"

Lin Yu smirked inwardly.

So this is the Bone-Melting Soft Fist, huh?

The three thugs weren’t actually crippled.

The soft fist’s precise strikes had temporarily disrupted their meridians, causing momentary weakness.

In a few minutes, they’d recover completely.

As expected of an external technique from the Joyous Sect—every move carried a hint of wicked flair.

Imagine using this on a resistant woman—

Very illegal. Very, very illegal.

Still basking in the success of his technique, Lin Yu suddenly felt a slender arm yank him out of the crowd.

"Lin Yu! Out—get out, now!"

Only after pulling him to safety did Chi Qingshui finally relax, rubbing her sore arm.

The moment she saw Lin Yu caught in the middle of the chaos, she hadn’t hesitated to dive in after him.

She wasn’t there to break up the fight—just to pull Lin Yu out.

With his slim build, how could he possibly hold his own against those thugs?

The last thing they needed was for him to get hurt before even seeing a doctor.

Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel smug.

See?

She does care about me.

All that aloofness, all those sharp words—just an act.

Women, truly creatures of contradiction.

"Lin Yu, Chi Qingshui, over here."

A gentle voice called from behind.

They turned to see Xia Yiwei, who wordlessly guided them away from the crowd with a hand on each of their shoulders.

Before the onlookers could get their fill of the spectacle, police officers arrived in the hospital lobby.

"What’s going on here? Everyone, step back!"

At the officer’s command, the crowd quickly dispersed.

Only the three troublemakers and the drunk, IV-dripping old man remained.

The male doctor stepped forward to explain:

"Officers, I was the one who called."

"These men were causing a disturbance and attempted to assault our staff."

"And now, since they failed, they’re pretending to be injured as part of a scam."

The bare-chested brute shot him a venomous glare.

A scam?

What kind of scam involves not being able to stand up?!

With the police present, he didn’t dare say much.

But once this was over, that four-eyed bastard and that bitch of a nurse were dead meat.

…

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host! You’ve successfully completed the timed mission!]

[Subdued the Flame Tyrant and resolved the crisis for the Joyous Sect elder!]

[Rewards: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 100 Spirit Stones!]

With the police handling the situation, the commotion settled quickly.

Within minutes, the bare-chested brute was escorted away for questioning.

Xia Yiwei, surprisingly, wasn’t asked to accompany them—after a brief discussion, she was allowed to stay.

She then led Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui to a private examination room.

"Chi Qingshui, could you please go find the optometrist from earlier and ask him to issue a consultation slip under Lin Yu's name?"

"I'll take a look first to see what the problem is."

Xia Yiwei was washing her hands by the sink as she spoke.

Chi Qingshui nodded obediently:

"Got it, Sister Yiwei. Thanks for your help—I’ll go right away."

Once Chi Qingshui left, Xia Yiwei quickly walked to the examination room door.

Click!

She locked the door from the inside.

Lin Yu: "???"

Since when did checking for a stomachache require locking the door?

But that wasn’t all.

Xia Yiwei then went to the blinds.

Whoosh!

She pulled them shut.

Lin Yu: "???"

Was closing the blinds really necessary?

Uneasy, Lin Yu rose from the chair and asked,

"Sister Yiwei, what’s all this about?"

Xia Yiwei maintained her warm smile.

She walked to the examination bed, patted it, and said,

"Come on, Lin Yu, lie down!"

"Let your sister take a look—where exactly does it hurt?"