Chapter 374: It Doesn't Matter If You Beat Him to Death

"Boil three bowls of water into one bowl of medicine, drink it when you go back. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine tomorrow noon, and I'll give you acupuncture."

In the Guangzipian health clinic, Wang Yan instructed the middle-aged male patient in front of him, then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, I'm leaving first today."

This Brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came, their situations were about the same—both combined Chinese and Western medicine, but neither was good at TCM or Western medicine.

Li Weiguo, sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four, we should be leaving soon too."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white lab coat and hung it aside, and called out to Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the patient bed inside, foolishly dangling his legs: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu and Luo Shibin, not knowing what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's call, he hurriedly stood up and followed him out of the health clinic.

Wang Yan doesn't have a bicycle; his dad used to have one, but it had been left to rot for so many years because he didn't ride it. If he wanted to buy a new one, not only would he need an industrial coupon, but it would also cost eighty or a hundred yuan. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but he felt it wasn't necessary. After all, it wasn't far from the city, and walking wasn't tiring. As for when he went to people's homes to give injections, most of the time they came to pick him up. It wasn't for anything else, just to avoid them forgetting about their own family when they got busy, and it was also a reminder.

He sat in the back seat, and Zhou Bingkun pedaled hard, gritting his teeth, his face flushed red: "Brother, why are you so heavy."

"Just found out? Hurry up, pedal hard, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home and eat." He weighed over two hundred jin, quite solid.

"If you ask me, you should just buy a bicycle. You don't lack coupons, and you have money. No matter what, two wheels are better than your two legs."

Zhou Bingkun was telling the truth.

"My range of activity is only this little bit of Guangzipian, and I don't go as far as you to the factory to work. If I buy one and don't ride it, isn't that a waste of money."

Zhou Bingkun pedaled hard: "You'll have to buy one sooner or later. It was fine before, but what about later? If you want to get married, you need the three big items, right? Your family has an old sewing machine, which can make do, and my uncle left you an old Shanghai watch, but you can't be missing a bicycle, right? Even if you don't ride it, your wife will ride it, right?"

"Then we'll talk about it then, buying it when needed is fine."

They were silent all the way, pedaling for twenty minutes before arriving at the abandoned warehouse Zhou Bingkun had agreed upon with them, which was a bit of a distance from Guangzipian. It would have been fine in ten minutes, but Wang Yan was too heavy, and Zhou Bingkun's speed slowed down, delaying the time.

Outside the warehouse, Zhou Bingkun panted and parked the bicycle: "You bring me back on the way back, this trip tired me out."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and patted his shoulder: "Let's go, let's meet them."

Thinking of the upcoming matter, Zhou Bingkun's face sank, and he nodded heavily, following Wang Yan into the dark warehouse.

It was past four, almost five, and the sky was already dark, so the abandoned warehouse naturally had no lights. The two walked in from the door, and the situation inside was not very clear, but the swaying light in the air was clearly seen.

"They've already arrived, the one smoking is Shui Ziliu, and the one beside him is Luo Shibin."

Hearing his whispered introduction, Wang Yan gave a "hmm" and continued walking forward.

Their footsteps broke the silence in the empty warehouse. Shui Ziliu and Luo Shibin looked at the door in unison. After seeing the two figures, Shui Ziliu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his lame leg: "Bingkun, didn't you say only you were coming? What's the meaning of bringing someone else this time?"

"He is my brother, we have something to discuss with you this time." Zhou Bingkun's voice was trembling, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Shui Ziliu was a bit puzzled: "Something to discuss? What do we have to discuss?"

Luo Shibin's voice sounded: "Zhou Bingkun, are you looking for death? How did we tell you? You don't take us brothers seriously at all."

At this time, Wang Yan and Zhou Bingkun had already arrived in front of the two.

He had always been direct. Seeing Luo Shibin's shoe-shaped face clearly, he didn't say a word and kicked him straight in the chest, sending him flying to the ground. Then, without looking back, he waved his hand: "Beat him."

Zhou Bingkun was a bit stunned; he didn't expect his good brother to be so fierce. After reacting, he didn't care about anything else, rushed up, and beat Luo Shibin, who was unable to move after being kicked, severely.

Shui Ziliu was a sensible person. Seeing Wang Yan was tall and strong, and having seen the power of that kick just now, he knew that a cripple like him was no match, so he could only watch Zhou Bingkun beating Luo Shibin with a mouthful of profanity, listening to Luo Shibin's screams. He frowned at Wang Yan, who had a smile on his face beside him: "Brother, what do you mean? We have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the recent days, coming over and beating people, that's not very good."

"There's nothing not good about it. If I don't establish some authority first, can you two talk to us properly?"

"Then this should be enough, right? Binzi is almost beaten to death by Bingkun, that's about it."

Wang Yan looked at him calmly: "Then let's talk after he's beaten to death."

Under the eaves, one has to bow their head. Shui Ziliu let out a long breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and watched Zhou Bingkun beating Luo Shibin without a word. It wasn't that he didn't want to persuade, but he was afraid that if he persuaded, he would also be beaten, which really wasn't worth it.

The power of that kick was too great, and Luo Shibin felt that his internal organs had shifted, so he had no power to fight back against Zhou Bingkun's violent beating. But he was unwilling to be beaten like this by a brat, so when he was beaten into a daze, he randomly defended himself while reaching into his pocket for a dagger, and then waved it randomly: "Come on, come on, beat me, you brat, I'll kill you."

When he reached for something, Wang Yan had already stepped forward and pulled the out-of-control Zhou Bingkun back. At this moment, looking at Luo Shibin, who was staggering to his feet and waving the knife randomly, he stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, took the knife away, and kicked him flying again.

"Still dare to use a knife? Bingkun, continue beating, beat him to death."

Zhou Bingkun supported his knees with both hands and panted, looking at Luo Shibin, who was lying on the ground motionless, hesitating: "Brother Yan, forget it? If we beat him again, he really might die."

Shui Ziliu saw the opportunity and interjected: "That's right, brother, stop beating, don't we still have things to talk about? Let's talk, let's talk."

Wang Yan took out a cigarette, gave one to Shui Ziliu, lit his own, and blew a puff of smoke: "During the time of sending money, Bingkun and Zheng Juan took a liking to each other, and it's about time, so he wants to marry Zheng Juan. But Zheng Juan was honest and didn't hide it, telling Bingkun about the child. Now let's talk, how should this child be handled?"

Shui Ziliu was silent for a long time, glancing at Luo Shibin, who was groaning on the ground: "Isn't thirty-five enough? Isn't it only right and proper to take care of a brother's wife?"

"You, Tu Zhiqiang, and him—you three are all animals. If we really pursue it, you should all be shot, no one can run. A woman's innocence, a child that shouldn't have appeared. Tell me, what is your 'enough'? Enough to pay back the evil you created? Or enough for self-comfort?"

Zheng Juan was definitely not willing; she must have screamed and shouted, and knocked over some things in the process. Being drunk doesn't mean you can't hear the movement. It was Shui Ziliu and Tu Zhiqiang who didn't care. Perhaps as "truly emotional friends," when the mood was right, this room was like this, that room was like that, each doing their own thing...

Wang Yan shook his head, driving the imagined scene out of his mind: "Do you want the child or not? If you do, then wait until the child is born and you take him away. If you don't, then don't come and harass them in the future. Tell me, what's the plan?"

Before Shui Ziliu could speak, Luo Shibin, who was about to die on the side, struggled to say: "Don't want it."

"Beaten into this state, and still so decisive in getting rid of it, you're really something. Since you don't want it, then stay away from them in the future." Wang Yan stepped forward two steps, stepped on Luo Shibin's hand with the sole of his shoe, and said to Shui Ziliu: "From today on, give fifty yuan every month, any problem?"

"Too much, brother. Thirty-five is enough for a family of four to live on, and this money is also earned by the two of us taking risks. Yes, no matter how much we give, it can't make up for the harm we caused Zheng Juan, but our ability is limited. We can't earn much in a month."

This is a lie. Some people exchange tickets for money, some people exchange money for tickets; this back and forth is money. According to Wang Yan's understanding, even with small-scale speculation, one could still earn eighty or a hundred yuan a month, not counting other popular materials.

However, he had no intention of arguing with Shui Ziliu about these useless things. "He said it's not possible, what do you say?" He squatted down and placed the knife across Luo Shibin's neck.

This knife had been sharpened quite well by Luo Shibin, and with only a little force, it cut through the outer layer of skin on his neck.

Feeling the coldness on his neck and looking at Wang Yan's eyes without any fluctuation, Luo Shibin shuddered, his dazed brain cleared up, and he spoke fluently: "Give, I'll give."

"Very good, you don't have to give it to Bingkun in the future, just give it to me at the Guangzipian health clinic." Wang Yan patted Luo Shibin's face with the blade: "Don't secretly make things difficult for Bingkun, don't appear in front of them, understand?"

"Under... understand."

Wang Yan chuckled. Promises now are all bullshit. When the current fear is forgotten and they feel they can do it again, they will still do what they do.

He looked at Shui Ziliu: "Take the money."

Shui Ziliu sighed. He wanted to reason, but it was obvious that the other party didn't intend to reason with him. However, they did do something wrong, which is beyond doubt. He took out an envelope containing thirty-five yuan from his pocket, took out another fifteen yuan, put it in, and handed it to Zhou Bingkun, who was watching silently and trembling.

Taking the money blankly, Zhou Bingkun said without thinking: "Thank you, Brother Shui."

Shui Ziliu was stunned, but thinking of what he had heard before, that he was an honest child with a good heart, he pulled out a smile and nodded.

"This is what they should do, what are you thanking them for?" Wang Yan slapped the back of his head, ignoring his baring teeth, kicked Luo Shibin on the ground, and looked at Shui Ziliu: "This matter, only Zheng Juan and the four of us know. If I hear any bad rumors outside, you two..."

"Don't worry, it was our fault, but we aren't that insane. We weren't prepared this month, next month we'll give one hundred, as a gift for Bingkun and Zheng Juan." Shui Ziliu patted Zhou Bingkun on the shoulder: "Zheng Juan is a good woman, you two live a good life in the future."

"Don't need you to say." Zhou Bingkun patted his hand away: "Brother Yan, let's go."

Casually throwing the cigarette butt on Luo Shibin, he stepped on it to extinguish it. Looking at the hatred in his eyes, Wang Yan flicked the knife, stuck it beside his ear, raised his eyebrows at him with a smile, and then turned to walk out, hugging Zhou Bingkun, who was still trembling.

Actually, according to his thoughts, it would be best to abort the child. But Zheng Juan hadn't thought about aborting the child before, but Zheng's mother wouldn't allow it; it could be given away after birth, but it couldn't be aborted. Zheng's mother is a kind old lady; Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming were both picked up and raised by her one after another, and she was still doing good deeds while living so hard. He couldn't force Zheng Juan to abort the child; in fact, even if he forced her, Zheng Juan wouldn't agree given her personality.

To put it plainly, it was all what Zhou Bingkun was willing to do, so he just had to ensure that the two of them lived a good life. The past cannot be recovered, the future can be changed, and now... just let it be.

Wang Yan pushed the bicycle, smoking, and Zhou Bingkun walked slowly beside him. He had used all his strength to beat Luo Shibin, and his fists were broken and bleeding, so it was normal for him to be weak.

"Thank you, Brother Yan."

"Thank me for pushing you to raise someone else's child?"

"Brother, that's all what I'm willing to do." Zhou Bingkun straightened his clothes, tearing the skin on his fists, and looked at his good brother with a grin: "I really like Zheng Juan, otherwise you tell me, who would want this? If there weren't so many things, I wouldn't have known Zheng Juan. I just happened to run into this, what else can I do? Whoever makes me like her, as long as she lives a good life with me, that's enough. As for that child, once he's born, I'll be his father. Only we know, except for not being born by me, it's no different from my own child."

"You comfort yourself quite well." Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "If you want to thank someone, thank yourself; you are a living Bodhisattva."

"I don't know if you're praising me or insulting me."

"Of course I'm praising you, daring to think, daring to do, daring to take responsibility. Bingkun, you have already surpassed the vast majority of people in the world."

Zhou Bingkun grinned foolishly, then asked: "Hey Brother, since we've taken their money and beaten Luo Shibin half to death, should we still report them?"

"If you have money and don't take it, aren't you stupid? This money is what they should give, and the risk is what they should bear. Isn't it good to let them take the risk and get more money for you and Zheng Juan? Take it first, the expenses will be greater after the child is born, we'll talk about the rest after the child is born." Wang Yan waved his hand: "Alright, stop tearing, go to the health clinic to treat it before going home."

"Okay." Zhou Bingkun let out a long breath: "Brother, beating Luo Shibin today, you don't know, my heart is really comfortable. For a while now, the fire in my heart has been suppressed, and today it all came out; I should have beaten that bastard to death."

"Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if you beat him to death."

"Brother, do you think I'm stupid? I was just saying that. If I beat him to death, wouldn't I have to pay with my life? Such a bastard, it's not worth it at all."

"Think about it, that warehouse is a distance from Guangzipian, and no one goes there except for children playing. I also asked around before; Shui Ziliu and Luo Shibin have no relatives, and no one would care if they died. As long as we handle the body well, no one will discover that two pieces of trash have disappeared from the world."

Zhou Bingkun looked at Wang Yan with some horror: "Brother, it's not worth the risk, really, don't be so reckless. Your family only has you as the only seedling; if you get involved because of my business, how can I face my uncle and aunt?"

"I'm teasing you, look how scared you are." Wang Yan flicked the cigarette butt away with a smile, got on the bicycle, and pedaled slowly: "Get on, your mom must be worried at home, let's hurry up and deal with it and go back."

Zhou Bingkun ran a few steps and nimbly climbed into the back seat: "You scared me when you threw the knife just now, but I know your aim is good. Now that you say that, I'm really scared, Brother, don't do anything stupid."

"Look at you, wishy-washy like a woman."

"Then this money, you take ten yuan, Brother, after all..."

Watching the backs of the two disappear, Shui Ziliu limped over to Luo Shibin, who was still lying on the ground: "Are you okay, Binzi? Come, let me help you up."

"Don't, don't move, Brother Shui, let me lie down and recover, recover. These two bastards hit too hard. Zhou Bingkun is okay, but his brother is fierce; those two kicks he gave me, I won't be able to recover for eight months."

Shui Ziliu lit a cigarette, squatted down beside him, and reached out to pull up the knife that was stuck deep: "Binzi, don't blame me for not helping you; Zhou Bingkun's brother is too fierce, I would have been useless even if I went up. Besides getting beaten with you, there's no other use."

They are good brothers, so he had to say what he had to say; he understood quite well.

Luo Shibin coughed: "I know, Brother Shui. Speaking of which, this matter was also because of me, otherwise there wouldn't be so many things. I brought this on myself."

"I insisted on giving the money."

"That has nothing to do with it, Brother Shui. This money is given correctly, it should be given. And you also paid a share of that money, so it can be considered as paying off my debt." Luo Shibin waved his hand: "Don't talk about it, Brother Shui, a pile of messy things, can't explain it clearly."

"Accepted?"

"Accepted! What else can I do? Zhou Bingkun's brother is a ruthless person; I can feel it. For a moment, he really wanted to kill me, and he wasn't afraid of killing me. How could such a fierce person not have a record?"

"Didn't you hear? He's from the Guangzipian health clinic, he's a doctor, a cultured person; can he be the same as us? I'll go deliver the money in the future, you don't show your face."

"Creating evil, what is this..."

Listening to Luo Shibin's long sigh, Shui Ziliu couldn't help but shake his head and said nothing more, his eyes looking at the night sky that was about to swallow the light outside...

In the darker warehouse, there was only the flickering light accompanied by groans of pain, swaying in the darkness...

"Where did you two run off to? Why are you back so late?"

Zhou Bingkun stammered, his brain running at high speed, unable to think of a reasonable explanation. Wang Yan said: "He came to my place after work and said he wanted to come back with me. Don't you know, Auntie, I'm sometimes busy and sometimes free, so he just stayed there for a while."

Li Suhua looked at Wang Yan suspiciously, then looked at her youngest son who was nodding repeatedly, and pulled his hand: "Then what's wrong with his hand?"

Zhou Bingkun had already thought of this reason and grinned foolishly: "I accidentally bumped it while working, and my brother treated it for me. It was like this at the time..." As he spoke, he gestured around the room.

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"Alright, you're a big person, and you don't let me worry all day. You two hurry up, wash your hands and eat."

The two obediently went to the outer room to wash their hands with hot water, then helped Li Suhua move the bowls, chopsticks, and food to the kang table in the room, and started their rich dinner.

Stewed Chinese cabbage with tofu and meat, scrambled eggs with green onions, and the indispensable pickled vegetable strips and green onion with soybean paste. These green onions were grown by Li Suhua herself, planted in pots on the ground, a new batch every few days.

Zhou Bingkun was doing heavy labor at the soy sauce factory, and after beating Luo Shibin violently in the evening, he had a great appetite and ate fiercely. After the meal, he washed his feet early, lay in the middle of the kang, listened to Li Suhua nagging about relatives abroad, and fell asleep in a daze.

A mother loves her child; seeing her youngest son asleep, Li Suhua didn't turn on the light to knit, but turned off the light early and whispered about life to Wang Yan, who was lying at the head of the kang...

Having settled Shui Ziliu and Luo Shibin, Zhou Bingkun began to study how to confess to his mother. He had to think of a reasonably rational reason that wouldn't be easily seen through, and at the same time help Zheng Juan overcome the hurdle in her heart.

Zheng Juan is a down-to-earth woman, and she is really quite good. Facing Zhou Bingkun's eager anticipation, she hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to go to the old Zhou house to see Li Suhua. After all, it was pure deception, unfair to Zhou Bingkun, and even more unfair to the old Zhou family.

Of course, it wasn't just her; Zheng's mother was the same. Deceiving people is heartless, and she was also afraid of being exposed. If it got out, she would definitely be cursed by ten thousand people. She was an old woman who didn't care, but Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming wouldn't be able to survive in the future.

Zheng Guangming was still okay; although he didn't want to deceive people either, this was for his sister's sake, so he was willing. Even so, their whole family were liars.

For the sake of his future happy life, Zhou Bingkun also racked his brains and persuaded them earnestly. He ground for half a month, said all the good things, and finally helped the three of them prepare psychologically and align their stories.

But this wasn't guaranteed; after all, these were all their private rehearsals, and no one knew what would happen when they really met.

But Zhou Bingkun couldn't care about that anymore; the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, whatever happens, happens... ===== CHAPTER 375 =====