Without Morality, Morality Cannot Hold Me Hostage

When An Yi suddenly appeared, everyone was stunned.

Where the hell did this guy come from?

He just started hitting people out of nowhere?!

The bespectacled young man, who had been kicked, felt like his bones were shattered, his vision swimming with stars. Furious, he shouted, "Why the hell are you hitting me? Do I even know you?!"

An Yi sneered arrogantly, "I don’t need a reason to beat someone up!"

Of course, he hadn’t used much force—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been any fun.

"Filthy peasant!"

The bespectacled student, noticing An Yi’s flip-flops, cheap streetwear, and overall delinquent demeanor, seethed with anger and tried to get up to fight back.

Before he could even rise, An Yi suddenly appeared behind him and stomped on his back, pressing him back down. With a sinister grin, An Yi taunted, "I just wanted to see what makes your life so damn precious!"

The rescue team members were dumbfounded by An Yi’s actions.

But the young doctor’s eyes lit up with excitement instead.

"Let Zhang Yang go!"

The blond-haired student and another classmate, though clearly intimidated, gritted their teeth and charged at An Yi.

They were just students, raised in sheltered environments—they’d never encountered a scoundrel like An Yi before.

An Yi extended his fingers and struck like lightning, jabbing at pressure points on their ribs.

A skill derived from his medical expertise—acupressure!

This wasn’t like in the movies where people got paralyzed—he didn’t know if that was even real, and he certainly couldn’t do it.

But hitting the right spots to cause excruciating pain and temporary paralysis? That he could manage.

The blond and his friend howled like slaughtered pigs, collapsing to the ground in agony, twitching uncontrollably.

"Damn it, this is a society ruled by law! You thug—"

Before Zhang Yang could finish, An Yi pressed his flip-flop against his head, smashing his face into the floor and breaking his nose.

An Yi grinned. "You’ve got a sharp tongue! If you already know I’m a thug, why bother preaching to me?"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting! This is a hospital—you can’t fight here!"

The young doctor flailed his arms, shouting uselessly without actually intervening.

"Yang!"

The girl, seeing her boyfriend pinned underfoot, glared at An Yi. "We’re students of Donghai University! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"

Mentioning Donghai University, she lifted her chin like a proud peacock.

An Yi paused.

Same school?

What a damn disgrace.

"Guess schools only filter out idiots, not scumbags," An Yi mused philosophically, still grinding Zhang Yang’s face into the floor.

Zhang Yang, cheek pressed against the tiles, snarled at the rescue team members, "Aren’t you supposed to serve the people?! Why the hell are you just standing there?! This bastard is assaulting us—are you all blind?!"

The rescue team members, who had initially considered stepping in, now looked displeased.

"They’re a rescue team, not your personal bodyguards. Here’s a tip—call the Law Enforcement Bureau for this kind of thing."

An Yi hauled Zhang Yang up like a chicken and flashed a smile at the rescue team. "Sorry, folks. We’re just classmates messing around. Don’t mind us."

With that, he grabbed the blond and the other student, dragging all three away.

"Let go! We’re Donghai University students!"

"What a coincidence—so am I!"

"You’re going to jail! We’ve already reported you!"

"Sorry, the Law Enforcement Bureau just got demolished. They’re a little busy right now."

An Yi stopped in front of the lone girl.

"I—I barely know them! They dragged me into this expedition!"

Trembling, she put on a pitiful act, batting her eyelashes. "I’m a girl… you can’t hit me."

An Yi smirked. "Says who?"

The girl froze.

"I’ve got no morals!"

"Morals can’t shackle me!"

With that, An Yi marched off, dragging Zhang Yang and the others behind him.

The girl’s smug face was soon swollen like a pig’s head.

After a dazed moment, she burst into tears and ran off, clutching her face.

What An Yi did to them in the bathroom remained a mystery.

But for someone who’d once shoved a live rat up someone’s ass, torture was second nature.

One rescue team member bit their lip. "Is… this okay?"

Sure, it felt satisfying to watch, but still…

Old Chen scratched his head. "Should we check on them?"

The young doctor chuckled, blocking their path. "Don’t worry, that’s Dr. An. I know him—he’s a very reasonable, kind man. No need to be concerned."

Director Zheng’s eyes widened. "Wait—An? You mean…?"

"That’s right!"

The young doctor—Xu Yi—beamed. "Dr. An is a miracle worker. With him here, Old Wu will pull through!"

"That young guy’s really that good?!"

"Thank heavens! I knew Wu would be fine—good people always get their luck!"

An Yi emerged from the bathroom, refreshed.

Xu Yi, who’d been waiting, hurried over. "Dr. An! Dr. An!"

"Oh, Dr. Xu."

An Yi glanced at him.

This was the same doctor who’d treated Aunt Zhou—Xu Yi.

Xu Yi flushed with excitement. "You actually remember my name?!"

"Nope. But your badge says it."

An Yi grinned. "Still, you did great with Aunt Zhou last time."

"Ah, it was nothing…"

Xu Yi fidgeted before hesitantly adding, "Dr. An, we have a patient in a comatose state—similar to Zhou Chuanfang’s case. Head trauma. Would you…?"

An Yi raised a brow, amused. "No need to be so formal. Healing the sick is our duty as doctors."

Xu Yi nearly jumped for joy. "Thank you, Dr. An! Thank you!"

"But I do charge."

"Of course, of course!"

By the bedside, An Yi wiped sweat from his pale face, carefully retracting the silver needles. He exhaled heavily.

This treatment had drained him.

And it had taken half the damn day!

At his rates, that was 100,000 yuan a day.

Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme—unless he found another big fish like Qiu Xu’s dad.

On the bed lay Old Wu, a rugged man in his thirties and a member of the rescue team. His color had improved significantly since the fall.

"Come in. He’s stable now."

An Yi stored the Nine Yang Divine Needles back into his system.

Old Wu’s wife and Old Chen rushed in, tense at the sight of his unconscious form.

"Dr. An, my husband…?" the woman asked, voice trembling.

"His injuries were severe. It’ll take a day or two for him to wake up," An Yi said calmly.

Just then, Old Chen gasped. "Look! His fingers moved!"

"He really did! A miracle! Old Wu’s recovering!"

"Incredible! The doctor’s a genius!"

The woman wept, wiping her tears. "Dr. An, thank you for saving my husband. Our family… we’ll never forget your kindness."

"Don’t thank me yet."

An Yi rubbed his temples at their gratitude. "I did say I charge."

"Yes, yes, we understand. Whatever your consultation fee is, we'll scrape together every penny to pay you back."

An Yi casually picked up an apple from the table, tossed it lightly, then tucked it into his pocket. Turning away, he waved a dismissive hand at the crowd behind him.

"We're even now!"