"Ow!"
Liu Wen fell on top of Su He, trying hard to prop herself up, but found that her legs were pinned under the electric scooter, unable to exert any strength.
"Officer, I'm a little dizzy..." After speaking, Su He's vision went dark and he passed out.
"Su He, Su He..." Seeing the pool of blood under Su He's head, Liu Wen panicked in an instant, gently patting Su He's face without any reaction. She checked his breathing, fortunately he was still breathing.
A group of reporters and anchors gathered around, recording videos and narrating while not going forward to help.
The security guards rushed out from the duty room, moving away the electric scooter, and shouted at the reporters and anchors: "Help contact emergency services at 120, and let the hospital prepare."
A police car drove over, three police officers carried Su He onto it, and Liu Wen followed them.
...
On the hospital bed, Su He opened his eyes.
"You're awake?" Liu Wen stood up, face full of apology, "I'm sorry, I wanted to ride the electric scooter out for you, but I couldn't control it..."
"Water...water!"
Su He said hoarsely.
"Oh!" Liu Wen hurriedly poured a glass of water for Su He and brought it to his mouth.
"The doctor said you have a minor concussion and need more rest!"
Su He smiled and said, "I'm familiar with this..."
"If you feel uncomfortable you must tell me. I'll pay the medical expenses, compensation for lost wages, and nutrition expenses. Your electric scooter has been taken for repairs..." Liu Wen said it all in one breath, bowing her head as if waiting for Su He to blame her.
"I know... you go back to work, I'm fine!"
Perhaps from losing too much blood, Su He was weak all over now, eyelids heavy, and fell back asleep as soon as he finished speaking.
"Doctor!" Liu Wen hurried out anxiously.
...
The next day Su He could get out of bed, but Liu Wen insisted on not letting him be discharged. Bored, Su He went to Dong Yong's ward.
"Doctor on rounds, take off your pants!" Seeing Dong Yong sticking out a butt cheek Su He nearly laughed, but as he smiled the tape attaching the bandage pulled, giving him a headache.
"Like hell!" Dong Yong was lying in bed playing on his phone. He glanced back at Su He and continued watching the livestream. Suddenly he looked back at Su He again.
"No, wait... Weren't you hit in the head? How did you get plastic surgery done...What's going on, confess honestly. Why do you suddenly look so handsome!" Dong Yong crawled off the bed and walked in front of Su He, carefully observing him.
"Move over!"
Dong Yong slowly shuffled to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, lamenting: "Back in my day when I was not yet bald, they called me the White Horse Prince. After being ruined by wine and women all these years, I've become so haggard!"
"Starting today, I'm quitting drinking!"
After venting, Dong Yong slowly shuffled back out and sprawled onto the bed to continue watching the pretty girl's livestream.
No mention at all of quitting womanizing!
Su He walked to the bedside and started eating an apple, asking: "When are you being discharged? We'll go to Auntie Liu San's restaurant and get a table and I'll treat you guys to drinks!"
"You treating?" Dong Yong glanced at Su He and said disdainfully "Maybe another day...if there's a chance...next time... since when have you kept your word, I don't believe your bullshit!"
Su He threw the apple core in the trash can and took a banana to eat, casually saying: "Last time we went out to eat you borrowed 498 from me, when are you paying me back?"
"Su He, I discovered you've changed!" Dong Yong flipped over with some difficulty, looking at Su He, admonishing: "Did that money fall into my pocket? When Ma Ge dragged me out, how come you didn't stop him? And the situation was very complicated then, are you clear on that?"
"I can work with my hands and feet, and earn back money if it's lost. But it's different for them. The father gambling debts everywhere, mother passed away early, and the younger siblings have to go to school. I was just helping them out a bit, wasn't that the right thing to do?"
"Do you not have any sympathy at all? When it came time to pay I signed your name, did I complain about anything then?"
"Outlook determines vision. Please broaden your outlook, don't let a mere 498 yuan complicate the pure friendship between us. And mooching is true happiness!"
Su He was left stunned by Dong Yong's words. He threw away the banana peel and pounced, grabbing Dong Yong by the neck: "Bullshit mooching, that was my money you spent, pay me back!"
"No money on me, but got a life here. I'm already dirty anyway, come on, I'm your man today!"
At the doorway, the nurse stood dumbfounded watching this scene, and the tray in her hands fell to the ground.
"Slap!"
A clear slap rang out. Su He and Dong Yong looked towards the doorway at the same time.
"Ah, please continue, I didn't see anything..."
The nurse picked up the tray and quickly shut the door.
"Damn, this is all your fault. My first love with the beautiful nurse is now over...Nurse Wang Tieniu...pfft hahahaha, Su He I can't stand it anymore, hurry call the doctor, my stitches came undone..."
The doctor soon came in, and it was a female doctor. Her first sentence was "Take off your pants!"
"Kids nowadays don't care about propriety at all. This is a public place, and you just had hemorrhoid surgery..." The female doctor glanced at Su He, shook her head, thinking how could such a handsome man have this kind of fetish. She coldly said "What are you stunned for? Hurry up and get out. Can you suture? Or are you preparing to record a video and post it on WeChat Moments?"
Su He smiled awkwardly. Clearly after the nurse went out she quietly told her coworkers.
Just as he was about to leave, suddenly the female doctor clutched her chest. Her face was ghastly pale and she swayed unsteadily as if about to faint. Fortunately a nurse supported her.
"Hurry, Director Tang is having a heart attack!"
The female doctor was taken away supported by the nurse. Dong Yong stuck his butt in the air looking back puzzled "What about me?"
A few medical interns stood there awkwardly, hemmed and hawed for a while before squeaking out "Other doctors have already been notified and will arrive in about half an hour..."
Su He asked doubtfully "Can't you guys do it?"
The few interns shook their heads in unison and took another step back.
Three choices appeared before Su He again and he halted his footsteps.
[Choice 1: Lend a helping hand, save your friend's asshole. Say loudly "I'll do it!". Reward: Master-level wound suturing]
[Choice 2: Take out your phone and record Dong Yong's asshole, then post it on WeChat Moment. Reward: Master-level videography]
[Choice 3: Honestly wait for the doctor's arrival. Reward: Formal funeral attire]
Su He took out his phone, and seeing the puzzled looks of the medical interns, he put it away again. Saying loudly "I'll do it!"
The interns were taken aback "You know how to suture wounds?"
"I studied it for a while before! He's losing a lot of blood. If this continues he'll kick the bucket!"
Su He's mind was suddenly filled with endless knowledge about healing wounds, as if he was a seasoned surgeon. He put on gloves and his entire aura changed.
"Do you have credentials..." one of the interns looked at Su He and asked.
"No. 10 suture."
Su He glanced back at the nurse "Hurry up please!"
"What the hell Su He? What are you planning to do? Doctor stop him! Help!" Seeing Su He pick up surgical clamps Dong Yong hurriedly yelled at the interns.
"Shut up!" Su He looked up at the interns "Who can help wash the wound."
"You still haven't answered my question!" the intern doctor asked again, but still cooperated with Su He to start cleaning the wound, although this was just a simple suture, it was still beyond what these interns who had just started their internships dared to take on.
Just then, the anesthesiologist walked in, looking at Su He wearing a yellow delivery uniform with a bandage wrapped around his head, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.
"Where did Director Tang go? What's going on here?" Even the anesthesiologist was shocked.
"Director Tang had a sudden heart attack. The other doctors won't be able to get here for at least half an hour. He's the patient's friend. He said he can suture..."
"Isn't this against the rules?" The anesthesiologist frowned.
Su He glanced at the anesthesiologist and said bluntly: "My friend can't wait half an hour. I will suture!"
The anesthesiologist frowned, but in the end still administered the anesthetic and stood to the side instead of leaving.
"Su He, can you do it? Or should we let the interns do it instead? I'm worried... Please, please be good... I'll pay you back... Doctors, you can't do this. He drives an excavator..."
No one paid any attention to Dong Yong. Because the suturing had already begun. Su He was seen using mosquito forceps to clamp one end of the soft flesh, while the other hand quickly passed the suturing needle through.
Su He's movements were very fast, and his hands were also very steady, making the anesthesiologist next to him feel incredulous.
The figure-eight suture is a very simple suturing method. Su He handled it very skillfully, without any extraneous threads showing.
Hemorrhoid surgery generally does not require suturing. It was just that Dong Yong drank too much beer after being discharged from the hospital, causing diarrhea, which enlarged the wound and made it difficult to heal.
Soon, Su He put down the equipment, took off his gloves, clapped his hands. The nurse subconsciously handed him a towel.
"Thank you." Su He said lightly.
The nurse's face instantly turned red.
"I recorded the whole process. I'll post it in the group later and let everyone take a closer look." An intern doctor said.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about! Su He, did you sew up my asshole? I can't feel it now. Doctor, I beg you, he's just a delivery guy, how can he suture?" Dong Yong pouted his butt with a look of despair on his face.
"Put your pants back on. You'll regain sensation once the anesthetic wears off. Your friend has sutured you up nicely!" The anesthesiologist also breathed a sigh of relief. If Su He was bluffing and it eventually led to a medical accident, he would not be able to get away with it. But the patient's condition was critical and they really couldn't wait half an hour.
Nicely done... Dong Yong wondered to himself, how could you use "nice" to describe that thing?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
