Chapter 248: Huiling, Are You Here to Save Me?

Although he was criticized for only seeing patients for about four hours a day, they were all patients, and they were inherently at a disadvantage compared to the doctor, not to mention that Wang Yan was also a thug leader. They didn't dare to speak even if they had words, and could only complain when they were privately making a name for Wang Yan, and by the way, curse this idiot.

People don't remember kindness; Wang Yan did cure their illnesses, that's true. But they also spent money and put in time and energy to queue up; in their view, that was an equal transaction. Spend money, see a doctor, that's all. Most people wouldn't think at all why Wang Yan, with such high medical skills, would see patients so cheaply; they just assumed that he had plenty of money from illegal activities and didn't care. To put it another way, it was Wang Yan who didn't want it, not that they didn't give it.

Of course, there were also people who remembered kindness, but it was of no use. Wang Yan didn't need anyone to remember his kindness, nor was he afraid of anyone saying he was bad. He practiced his own medicine, and as for whether the person being treated was an ingrate, it really didn't matter.

As the Long Teng big brother, the biggest thug leader in Sha Tin, Wang Yan had quite a lot of face even when he honestly opened a clinic to practice medicine. Those maintaining order outside, besides Long Teng subordinates, also included police.

Not only him, Wang Mou, but other thug leaders were also like this; this could be considered a special treatment for big brothers, and the only difference was that he, Wang Mou, was open and aboveboard, directly finding police to follow him. The police also knew it was of no use, but they still had to let this bunch of thugs know about authority.

As for undercover agents and the like, one could think with their feet that there were many, but Wang Yan didn't care. Long Teng's subsidiaries could be considered gray industries, and even black industries only included the comfort services of the "Confidante Sisters," as well as gambling dens of various sizes; even the usury business only touched the edge, and couldn't even be reported. Even if the police raided the "Confidante Sisters" and those gambling dens, they couldn't find him at all, and he wasn't afraid at all.

He could even make Long Teng's accounts public; he was that confident. Long Teng's accounts were just reasonably avoiding taxes, and they absolutely hadn't paid less. Although they were all paid to the foreign devils, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he just treated it as feeding the dogs after weighing the pros and cons. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that taxes were paid to the foreign devils, he wouldn't even want to do the most basic tax planning and reasonable tax avoidance, and would just pay the full amount.

The main thing was that his "Strength-Enhancing Pills" had already spread, and capital, following the scent of money, swarmed in; some wanted to invest in expanding production to get the formula, some wanted to provide channels to plan for listing to get the formula; all sorts of people came.

Unlike the last time he sold them directly domestically, although it was inevitable that villains would covet them, generally speaking, there were no big problems. As long as it wasn't the national will dealing with him, Wang Mou, but that was obviously impossible; individuals were really just small trash. And the most important thing was that the country itself had high-end secret medicine formulas, but they couldn't be universally produced. Wang Yan could make them, and was so sensible, so the overall direction was under control, and there was no excessive investigation. After all, the ancestors were awesome; who knew if Wang Yan was a lucky one.

But this time it was in Hong Kong, and the situation was much more complicated; it was lively every day, both openly and secretly. Capital's way of eating was truly ugly, but as long as they didn't come to blow him up with planes and cannons, Wang Yan wasn't afraid. Anyway, as long as they didn't tear their faces, no one could do anything to him. If they really tore their faces, it wouldn't be long until 1991, and then he would have big treasures again; if he got anxious, he would really be a terrorist...

After seeing patients for the whole morning, the clinic closed, please come early tomorrow. Wang Yan walked back with his hands behind his back, his subordinates dispersed, the police changed shifts to rest, and others followed in cars.

To tell the truth, these police had long given up on being promoted, getting rich, and solving big cases. The police in Sha Tin, besides a few high-level ones tracking Long Teng, mostly caught drugs. There was really nothing to do; there were no petty thefts, and other major cases were just some civil vendettas, nothing else, too idle.

Not to mention Wang Yan's own superb martial arts, just saying that this was Sha Tin, one could see staff wearing Long Teng work clothes passing by from time to time. If something really happened, it was no exaggeration to say that dozens of people would gather within five minutes, hundreds would arrive within ten minutes, and most of the subordinates would be able to come within half an hour; with more time, all the employees under the security company would arrive. With this support speed, very few people would be unable to think straight.

The clinic was still some distance from the public housing, and at Wang Yan's leisurely speed, it was about fifteen minutes. And when he was halfway there, trouble came to the door.

A middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt, casual pants, stepping on carved leather shoes, with spirited eyes, walked up to Wang Yan: "Is your name Wang Yan?"

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "Ding Xie?"

"Ah, so you know me." Ding Xie's eyes widened, he rolled up his sleeves, and pointed at Wang Yan: "Are you the one who broke my son's leg?"

Ding Xie had actually come long ago, but at that time, seeing that there were many people in the clinic and hearing someone call "Officer," he didn't dare to show his face. As for how he knew, Ding Xie was Ding Xiaoxie's biological father; wouldn't he know everything by asking his subordinates? The subordinates all knew what was going on, and when the big brother's biological father asked, they naturally told the truth.

Ding Xiaoxie was also negligent, forgetting to seal their mouths, underestimating his biological father's concern for his son... Of course, even if he had issued a gag order, the effect wouldn't have been great. After all, Ding Xie's status was there; if one didn't say, two didn't say, wouldn't ten or eight say it?

"Do you know you've caused trouble?"

"Cut the crap, I heard you're very good at fighting, have a man-to-man duel with me. I keep my word; as long as you fight me, no matter who wins or loses, I won't pursue my son's injury anymore." Ding Xie shook his head impatiently, jumping up and down to warm up his body, talking to himself like a mental patient: "Hey, really. I don't know what the eldest is thinking, not helping his brother when he's bullied, wasting my painstaking teaching since he was young."

Looking at Ding Xie as if he were an idiot, before Wang Yan could speak, a group of seven or eight subordinates who were passing by saw the situation here and hurriedly ran over: "Brother Yan."

Immediately, a group of people pulled out telescopic batons from their waists in unison, looking at Ding Xie with caution, while one person took out a mobile phone and started making a call. The police following behind saw this situation, hurriedly parked and pulled over, watching the situation in the field from afar. They saw clearly that it was Ding Xie who had delivered himself to the door and wanted to fight Wang Yan with his sleeves rolled up; they were too lazy to care about such an idiot, and would just go to clean up later.

Ding Xie didn't take seven or eight people seriously, but calling for more people was different: "Wang brat, are you a man? If you're a man, have a single duel with me; what kind of hero is it to call for help and bully the few with the many?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "I guess you came to find me secretly, and your good sons don't know about it."

"So what if I did? Are you a man or not, being so hesitant? Be quick."

"Break one of his legs." After saying this, Wang Yan walked to one side, took out a cigarette from his shorts, lit it, sat on the edge of the flower bed, took out his mobile phone, and called Luo Huiling's home.

Talking to Ding Xie was really boring; he was a mental patient, what was there to talk about? Listening to his strange principles and theories was not enough to be annoying. As for why Ding Xie found him first instead of Luo Huiling and the others, he didn't have the heart to ponder; who could know how a mental patient thought?

Unsurprisingly, no one answered, as they were either at work or at school. Wang Yan then called Fang Ting, told her about Ding Xie, and asked her to notify Luo Huiling and the others.

He could be considered to have done a good deed, helping the old Fang family along the way.

Wang Yan sat there leisurely smoking, watching Ding Xie fight with his subordinates. At first, seven or eight people really didn't beat Ding Xie; this old punk really had some skills. As the subordinates who rushed over joined in, it was considered a stalemate. Don't look at Ding Xie's age; he snatched a telescopic baton and fought with twenty or thirty people quite decently, but of course, that was all.

After all, his big brother was watching from the side, and the subordinates had all practiced a bit, so they swarmed up with human wave tactics when they couldn't win for a long time. In the end, unsurprisingly, Ding Xie was pressed to the ground struggling, cursing Wang Yan for not being righteous. Then, a sensible subordinate placed a telescopic baton horizontally in his mouth, leaving him only able to struggle with muffled sounds.

It was lunch time, and there were quite a few people on the road. But from beginning to end, there was no gathering to watch the fun; everyone just glanced from afar and left. There was no way; there had been precedents. When Long Teng was dealing with people, some people pointed fingers, and they were beaten half to death. After it spread, no one stood in a crowd to watch the fun within Long Teng's sphere of influence.

Having subdued Ding Xie, the subordinates carried out the big brother's orders. Because there were no handy tools around, a burly man volunteered and swung his telescopic baton at the shinbone of Ding Xie, who was being pressed by a group of people.

Leg bones are not hard, nor are they soft. The burly subordinate swung the baton, only causing Ding Xie to bite the baton in pain, his eyes bulging, screaming in muffled agony. One strike was ineffective, and the subordinate grinned and continued to swing the baton; because of the aim, every strike landed in a different spot...

Just as Wang Yan was sitting with his legs crossed and shaking, the mobile phone beside his hand rang. He habitually glanced at it, realized that he couldn't see anything on this big brick, shook his head, and answered: "Hello?"

"Oh, Brother Xiao, what's the matter?"

"What? Looking for your old man?"

Just at this moment, Wang Yan's sensitive ears heard a "crack": "He just broke one leg, everything else is fine."

After saying this, Wang Yan hung up the phone regardless of what was being said on the other side. In the underworld, fists are reason; the old saying about not touching family members is outdated. Moreover, Ding Xie had delivered himself to the door; why should he care about so much?

As for why Ding Xiaoxie knew about Ding Xie's arrival, it was simple: someone was watching. Whether it was to find an opportunity to assassinate him or something else, grasping the enemy's whereabouts in real-time was the most basic thing.

"Don't let him run away, and notify them to block the Zhongqing Society people; wait until I go home and finish my meal before talking."

"Yes, Brother Yan."

Wang Yan nodded and continued to stroll toward the public housing. He didn't even look at Ding Xie, who was like a dead dog, covered in cold sweat, veins bulging, staring at him fixedly.

Behind him, the subordinates saw the big brother walk away, carried Ding Xie away, and went to a nearby bar. Although the big brother didn't give instructions, one could know with their feet that they couldn't be that reckless...

Returning to the public housing, Ruan Mei and the old lady were already eating. Seeing Wang Yan return, Ruan Mei got up and said: "Why are you so late today? What did you do?"

"Met with some trouble on the road, nothing."

Ruan Mei rolled her eyes, knowing that he wouldn't tell her even if there was trouble, served the rice, and placed it with chopsticks in front of Wang Yan: "Eat quickly, the food will be cold in a while."

Wang Yan ate lunch laughing and chatting with Ruan Mei and the old lady, spending a warm time.

Just when Wang Yan was accompanying Ruan Mei downstairs to leave, Luo Huiling and the Fang siblings, even Fang Min who was studying at school, all ran back, and even brought Chen Taotao.

"Sister Ling, Fang Fang, Tingting, Xiaomin." Ruan Mei greeted them one by one; except for that liar Fang Zhanbo, she held a grudge...

Luo Huiling had no heart to say so much now, stepped forward in two or three steps, and grabbed Wang Yan's arm: "A-Yan, is it true that you caught Ding Xie?"

"Of course, don't worry." He patted Luo Huiling's hand, signaling her to relax, scanned the Fang siblings with complex emotions, and smiled at Chen Taotao: "Long time no see, Mr. Chen."

"Long time no see, Brother Yan, I'm sending Tingting back." Facing Wang Yan's deep eyes, Chen Taotao subconsciously explained. But he never thought that Wang Yan, such a big brother, really lived in public housing. He had heard people mention it before and thought it was a joke, and hadn't verified it with Fang Ting; now seeing it, this big brother was really, uh... different?

Nodding, Wang Yan said: "Let's go, since you're all back, let's go together." After saying this, he pulled Ruan Mei into the elevator.

Not seeing the situation clearly, not knowing what was going on, it was just that the name Ding Xie sounded familiar. Ruan Mei was embarrassed to speak, just looking at Wang Yan with big gossiping eyes.

Wang Yan just pretended not to see and didn't say a word.

Downstairs, Ruan Mei sat in the back seat of the car and pulled Wang Yan, not letting him leave, looking at Luo Huiling and the Fang siblings behind, and asked: "What exactly is going on? Tell me..."

"You're a busybody." Wang Yan said angrily: "Didn't I say before that Fang Zhanbo's father was beaten to death? When I came back at noon today, I happened to run into that murderer surnamed Ding; he's the father of the original owner of this Mercedes."

"Ah?" Ruan Mei opened her mouth wide in surprise, remembering the key point: "Aren't they gangsters? Then aren't you in trouble standing with Sister Ling and the others?"

Before Wang Yan could speak, Ruan Mei opened her watery big eyes and said pitifully: "If the trouble is too big, can you... just... forget it. Don't cause trouble, let's live our own lives, alright?"

Wang Yan rubbed Ruan Mei's head, stroking her hair: "Of course, you don't have to worry, I know what to do. You just do what you should do, nothing will happen, don't worry."

"I don't worry?" Ruan Mei rolled her eyes: "It would be strange if I didn't worry; you only know how to lie to me, annoying."

"Alright, alright, it's time for work, the children are waiting for you." After saying this, Wang Yan closed the car door, not giving Ruan Mei a chance to nag.

He called over a subordinate standing to the side and instructed him to have more people protect Ruan Mei and equip them all with guns, only then watching the subordinate drive away.

He didn't know how things would develop, or in which direction they would develop; in case Ding Xiaoxie was desperate and played with his life, he had to be prepared. Being prepared doesn't necessarily mean there will be no trouble, but it's always better than being unprepared.

Watching the car disappear, Wang Yan took Luo Huiling, the Fang siblings, and Chen Taotao, who was joining the fun, and followed his subordinates to that bar.

They were silent all the way and soon arrived at the bar. At the door, hundreds of staff wearing Long Teng work clothes were guarding, and unsurprisingly, the Ding family's four brothers were smoking and pacing around with a few trusted subordinates. Seeing Wang Yan bring the Fang family over from afar, Ding Xiaoxie's face looked ugly for a moment, but he still ran to Wang Yan with a smile on his face: "Brother Yan, I heard from your subordinates that you were having lunch just now; how was your meal?"

He knew that Wang Yan calling Luo Huiling and the Fang family over was mostly to find the police, but he didn't dare to act tough; his posture had to be very humble. Because this was Wang Yan's territory, it was like the dangerous situation when he pointed five guns at Wang Yan, or even more dangerous. If he didn't do well and angered Wang Yan, their Ding family would really be gone today. As a vengeful hostile force, in terms of understanding and paying attention to Wang Yan and Long Teng, no thug group in all of Hong Kong had Ding Xiaoxie and their Zhongqing Society's detail.

This time they came over, they were intercepted halfway. One must know, that place wasn't Sha Tin...

And Ding Xiaoxie moved, and the other three brothers also followed behind.

Wang Yan laughed, patted Ding Xiaoxie on the shoulder kindly, and glanced at Ding Yixie, who was sitting in a wheelchair and smiling unnaturally: "If I don't say it, your second brother has to learn from you; he's still a bit lacking. But don't be proud; it would be perfect if you could hide the hatred in your eyes, Brother Xiao."

Ding Xiaoxie stiffened, the veins on his head burst out, a layer of fine sweat appeared, and he forced a smile: "Brother Yan is joking; how dare I call myself brother in front of you? You can just call me A-Xiao."

Wang Yan stopped paying attention to Ding Xiaoxie and waved at the plainclothes police in the distance: "Let them come together; we are a serious company, there's nothing that can't be seen."

A subordinate took the order and left.

Signaling to the crowd following behind, Wang Yan said: "Let's go, let's go in and see how Ding Xie is doing."

In the bar, there was a pile of staff in work clothes sitting or standing. Fortunately, this bunch of things knew that space was limited and didn't smoke; otherwise, if this bunch of old smokers smoked, it would be fatal.

Ding Xie was tied to a chair. One has to say that these subordinates were truly rude; they didn't care if his leg was broken or not, and tied the broken one to the stool as well. What was stuffed in his mouth was a rotten rag, and the pain in his leg stimulated Ding Xie to tremble continuously. Seeing Wang Yan, and especially Luo Huiling behind Wang Yan, Ding Xie's eyes widened, and he began to scream muffledly for his life.

This scene was seen by the four filial Ding brothers, and it was heart-wrenching. Fortunately, they still had some reason, knowing that the consequence of being reckless was death, and they all called out "Father" in unison, not daring to move.

"Brother Yan, it's my father who is ignorant and shouldn't have come to cause you trouble." Ding Xiaoxie's tears couldn't be controlled, and without a word, he gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Wang Yan: "His leg is already broken; if you haven't vented your anger, just take it out on me. Please let my father go, Brother Yan, I beg you."

The Ding Wangxie and Ding Lixie behind also knelt down, and even Ding Yixie in the wheelchair struggled to get off the wheelchair and knelt there, baring his teeth and grimacing.

The three of them didn't speak; they really weren't qualified, their status wasn't equal, and they couldn't talk to Wang Yan. Most importantly, what if the three of them said something wrong and angered Wang Yan? In this critical moment of survival, it had to be Ding Xiaoxie, the eldest, who stepped forward.

Compared to the filial piety of the son for the father when Ding Xie was shot and Ding Xiaoxie knelt to Zhou Jisheng to beg for mercy in the drama, kneeling to his own head, Wang Yan didn't feel Ding Xiaoxie's inner pain and struggle. Perhaps it was because he had knelt once, or perhaps it was because Ding Xiaoxie had figured it out during this noon.

Over there, Ding Xie was crying muffledly, shaking his head at his sons kneeling there. Subconsciously struggling, he touched his broken leg, struggling even harder, and it hurt even more; with the emotional rendering at this moment, it was truly fatherly kindness and filial piety. This scene made Wang Yan look like a heartless big villain.

Shaking his head, Wang Yan pulled out a chair and sat down, asking his subordinate: "Did you feed him?"

"Brother Yan, you kept saying that we respect human rights, so of course we gave him food. It's just that he refused to eat and even knocked over the food. He cursed our brothers and you, Brother Yan, for his life; he has great strength, and it was tiring for three or five people to press him, so he became like this."

Nodding, Wang Yan waved his hand to signal to untie him.

The two police officers following behind looked at each other and silently moved to the corner to stand...

They also understood; the Long Teng big brother had broken the leg of the Zhongqing Society big brother's father; this, one could think with their feet, couldn't be settled. Don't look at the Ding brothers kneeling so firmly; as long as they left today, they definitely wouldn't be good later. If they were in their shoes, if their own father had his leg broken by someone, life and death would be out of their hands, and they would definitely fight Wang Yan to the end.

But fortunately, nothing would happen today, and they had already called for reinforcements from headquarters when they saw Ding Xiaoxie before.

Getting Wang Yan's order, two subordinates walked over and untied the rope binding Ding Xie very simply. Because the subordinates' movements were rude and touched the broken leg again, Ding Xie screamed in pain, the veins on his forehead were fully exposed, and his red eyes bulged.

Freed from the restraint, Ding Xie took the rotten rag out of his mouth himself, endured the pain, jumped to his sons, and said: "Get up, all get up, don't beg him, what if I die here today."

Ding Xiaoxie hurriedly got up and pulled a chair, letting Ding Xie sit down, crying: "Dad, are you okay, is your leg alright?"

The other three Dings also crawled to Ding Xie and cared about him in a jumble.

"A real man stands tall and upright; what's a little injury like this. It's him who doesn't talk about underworld righteousness, bullying the few with the many." Ding Xie grimaced in pain, still acting tough, and didn't forget to shout at Wang Yan, who was sitting opposite him: "What kind of man are you, have the ability to kill me."

Wang Yan didn't pay attention to the mental patient, smiling and watching his performance.

It was just that Ding Xie was shouting at Wang Yan, and then seeing Luo Huiling standing behind Wang Yan, he remembered the important matter, and shouted regardless of the pain: "Huiling, why are you here too? Are you here to save me? I knew you hadn't forgotten me for so many years; now that I'm in trouble, you're here. Oh, hurry over here; this person is very vicious, the further away the better." ===== CHAPTER 249 =====