"You, right now, immediately, get out of this ward!"

Lin Tian, having taken the money, instantly turned his back on him, pointing towards the door of the ward!

"Oh ho?"

Zhao paused for a moment, then laughed, very happily.

"You took my money? And you're not going to do what I paid for?"

"Took the money?"

Lin Tian smirked devilishly: "You dared to bother my wife too, consider this compensation for the mental distress!"

Lin Tian now revealed that the whole act was a setup. From Zhao harassing Mei Ruyan to her retreating to the ward, he was utterly disgusted by this fat guy before him.

But Mei Ruyan had clearly suffered just now, not only frightened but also subjected to Zhao's vulgar comments, which for a woman was undoubtedly the most damaging.

Precisely because of this, lying on the hospital bed, Lin Tian thought of this method. Simply beating this Zhao was too light of a punishment, so why not charge him a mental distress fee to feel justified.

"Mental distress fee?"

Zhao was once again baffled by Lin Tian's words. This guy really had the nerve to say it, just asking for a woman's phone number, not even close to harassment, yet it somehow led to a claim for mental distress?

"Fine! Fine! Fine!"

Fuming, Zhao uttered these words three times in a row. Now he understood that Lin Tian had been performing all along, and all the talk about making extra money and doing a deal was just nonsense!

A lifetime of wisdom marred by a moment of folly, played like a fool by him!

"Since you don't want the easy way, let's do this the hard way!"

Seeing Lin Tian lying on the bed, unable to move his arms freely, Zhao swung his hefty arms at him.

Intending to attack, Zhao approached, while Lin Tian instructed the nearby Mei Ruyan, "Step back; watch out or you'll get splashed with pork blood!"

Even in this critical moment, Lin Tian could still think of her, even specifically reminding her to keep her distance!

Mei Ruyan's icy heart began to melt...

"Isn't it just to prevent getting hurt in the brawl?"

For the first time, Mei Ruyan felt warmth, deciding to heed a man's words, resting against the corner wall tightly.

Seeing from the corner of his eye that Mei Ruyan had moved away, Lin Tian felt at ease, although Mei Ruyan was not bad at handling herself.

But Lin Tian felt that since he was present, it should be a man's job to handle this matter.

Otherwise, how could he live up to the word 'man'?

He's never been afraid of a fight, despite the current state of his right arm and leg; facing someone like Zhao, even with one hand, correction, without using hands, he could easily manage it.

As Zhao's pudgy fists drew closer, Lin Tian remained unmoved on the bed, not even making a dodging gesture...

Seeing this, Zhao felt smug and taunted, "You little punk, didn't you dare ask me for mental distress compensation? Now that six thousand will be your medical bill!"

"Heh heh!"

Hearing these words, Lin Tian merely gave a faint smile without reacting further. Meanwhile, under the blanket, his left leg muscles tensed, ready to launch like a rocket awaiting its final command.

"3, 2, 1!"

Watching Zhao close in, Lin Tian silently counted. As Zhao reached the bedside, his pudgy fist almost hitting Lin Tian's face, a smirk spread across Lin Tian's lips.

As he finished counting, his left leg shot up from under the blanket, pushing forcefully forward.

"Creak!"

The hospital bed's metal frame groaned against the marble floor from the recoil force, making one's teeth ache at the sound.

Simultaneously, Lin Tian's body on the bed jerked backward, luckily cushioned by a soft pillow, but even so, shifting the bed a considerable distance backward.

In contrast to Lin Tian's reaction, Zhao's response was startlingly huge. Despite weighing at least two hundred pounds, his body flew backward. Although the flight height was not high, he did indeed fall back.

"Ow, ow!"

Differing from his previous arrogant tone, after the brief flight, Zhao lay on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Damn, it hurts so much!"

Zhao curled up on the floor like a meatball, crying out incoherently.

"You... you dared to hit me... just you wait... wait for me!"

Struggling to rise while clutching his stomach, Zhao pointed at Lin Tian on the bed and shouted.

"Are you stupid?"

Lin Tian looked at Zhao innocently, rather helplessly, "You hit me first, right? According to the law, this is called self-defense, okay?"

"Just you wait!"

Holding his increasingly painful stomach, Zhao was drenched in cold sweat. In just a fleeting moment, it felt like a metal rod had fiercely jabbed his abdomen.

Realizing he might not be able to take on Lin Tian alone?

From start to finish, Lin Tian hadn't even used his hands; just one kick had floored him.

Zhao had some sense, immediately recalling the gang of cronies lingering by the door, and sinisterly said, "Kid, today I'll teach you what pain really means!"

Saying this, he stumbled out of the ward, clutching his midsection.

"I'll be waiting for you to show me!"

Lin Tian retorted nonchalantly, flashing a smile at Zhao's departing figure.

Knowing exactly where Zhao was headed, having heard someone at the door earlier urging him to hurry, Lin Tian also only then realized this fat guy's surname was Zhao.

Shortly after exiting the ward, Zhao strutted back in, starkly contrasting his earlier miserable departure. This time, he exuded arrogance, even gazing at Lin Tian with a "you're doomed" look in his eyes.

Sure enough, three young men of a similar age followed Zhao inside, sporting bizarre hairstyles and flamboyant outfits, each with a cigarette dangling from their mouths, exuding a "we're the bosses" aura.

"Mr. Zhao, you can't even handle a patient?"

After entering, the three young men appraised Lin Tian lying on the bed before turning their attention to Zhao.

"This guy's strength is no joke. Don't let his appearance fool you!"

Zhao, still trembling from the encounter, had realized Lin Tian was not the weakling patient he had presumed easy to bully, but something much more intimidating.

"Mr. Zhao, did you actually get beaten by him?"

One of the young men, sporting bleached yellow hair and a line of lip piercings, asked with a smirk, hands in pockets, head tilted.

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