Chapter 303: Treating Someone to Death

"President Chen, don't get yourself worked up. Leave this brat to me; I'll starve him for a few days to help him learn his lesson." Seeing Chen Yu was quite angry, Zou Dalong hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Teach him a good lesson, until he's begging for mercy," Chen Yu said coldly. "Don't worry about saving face for me."

"Understood," Zou Dalong nodded.

Regarding Ye Chenguang, Chen Yu had already done everything he could. This guy was always causing trouble everywhere, and every time, he had to help this scoundrel clean up his mess. This time, he would give him a lesson to help him properly learn his place.

The Qing Sect did things entirely based on preference. If he hadn't stepped in this time, this guy really would have been hacked to pieces by others.

"Chen Yu, something has happened at Xinglinju." Just as he stepped out of the club, Zhao Anran's call came through.

"What happened?" Chen Yu asked.

"An old man who should have seen a doctor and picked up medicine at your place the day before yesterday suddenly fell ill and died today. His family is now carrying the body in front of Xinglinju, demanding an explanation from you."

"I'll be there immediately." Chen Yu's heart sank; he hung up the phone and rushed toward Xinglinju.

It was already evening, and the entrance of Xinglinju was surrounded by people. A coffin was placed right at the main entrance, with a middle-aged woman at the head, along with some other relatives of the deceased.

The middle-aged woman cried out hysterically: "Chen Yu, come out! You treated my father to death and now you're acting like a coward and won't come out? I want you to give me an explanation now!"

A group of the deceased's relatives roared: "Where is Chen Yu? Get out here! We want him to pay for this blood debt!"

"That's right, we want him to pay for this blood debt!"

"You hide after treating someone to death? How can things be that easy?"

"I am Chen Yu. If it is my responsibility, I will naturally bear it." Chen Yu parted the crowd and walked over.

"Chen Yu, you quack! My father only had a cough, yet you treated him to death. I want you to pay with your life!" The middle-aged woman cursed and rushed forward, reaching out to grab Chen Yu.

"If you have something to say, say it." Chen Yu glared back, and the woman was so frightened that her hands trembled, and she hurriedly backed away.

"Everyone look, look at this bastard! He treated someone to death and is still this fierce. Their Xinglinju disregards human life!" The woman shrieked and cried out: "We are just ordinary commoners; we don't have power or influence like their Xinglinju. Everyone, please stand up for us, wuwu."

"Chen Yu," Zhao Anran ran out hurriedly and whispered: "The deceased's family won't let us see the body, and he did indeed see a doctor here the day before yesterday."

"I know." Chen Yu turned his head and said: "If it is my problem, I will take responsibility. Now, I want to check the patient's condition."

"Check what? My dad stopped breathing after taking the medicine you prescribed. You are the one who treated him to death!" The woman said aggressively: "I want you to pay with your life now."

"Is your dad inside the coffin?" Chen Yu asked.

"Nonsense, of course it's my dad! He was killed by you!" The woman's husband shouted.

"Then if you won't let me take a look, how do I know who is in your coffin? How can I confirm he is the patient I saw?" Chen Yu retorted.

"My dad is already gone, and you still won't let him rest in peace? Are you even human?" The woman screamed.

"Either you let me take a look at the deceased, or you take your people and get out immediately," Chen Yu said coldly. "I, Chen Yu, act with integrity. If it is my problem, I will pay with my life, but if someone is playing tricks and using the deceased to extort me, then I will not let it go easily."

"You..." Seeing Chen Yu's tough attitude, the woman's expression stiffened. She then took out a prescription and said: "This is the prescription you wrote, and I also brought the medicine dregs. My dad stopped breathing less than five minutes after taking the medicine."

As the woman spoke, she took out a bag containing the medicine dregs. Chen Yu walked up, took a bit of the dregs to smell them, and then took the prescription to look at it.

"The medicine was prescribed by me, and the dregs match, but I will say it again: I want to see the condition of the deceased. If you continue to block me, then let's go report this to the police to resolve it."

"Let him look, let him be convinced!" The woman's husband shouted angrily: "He can't run away anyway."

"Fine, look! After you're done looking, we'll settle the score with you," the woman snorted coldly.

Opening the coffin, Chen Yu walked up and took a look. He saw the deceased lying inside, eyes tightly shut, thin as a rail—likely due to long-term malnutrition.

He reached out to check the old man's pupils, then pressed on his abdomen a few times. After doing this, Chen Yu knew what was going on. He curled his right hand and pointed forward; a flash of invisible green smoke flickered, and A Fu appeared.

Ordinary people could not see A Fu. He nodded at Chen Yu, turned around, and vanished without a trace.

"Chen, you've looked and you've touched. Do you have nothing to say now? Either you pay with your life, or you compensate us with money," the woman said angrily.

"How much compensation?" Chen Yu glanced at her.

"One hundred million." The woman gritted her teeth and held up a finger.

"One hundred million?" Chen Yu laughed: "I'll give you one billion, plus ten luxury mansions, and then I'll pay with my life for your father. How about that?"

"You... are you serious?" The woman was stunned; Chen Yu was not playing by the rules.

"I am very serious. But let me tell you, the deceased's face is black, and there is a lingering baleful aura between his brows. This is a sign of dying with a grievance. He died unjustly, and he will come back for revenge during his Head Seven," Chen Yu laughed.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The woman shuddered in fear; Chen Yu's words made her feel a chill of yin energy.

"I'm serious," Chen Yu said solemnly. "Because he died with a grievance. He had only one daughter, and he worked hard to raise her, thinking he could enjoy his twilight years. But he never expected that his daughter would end up poisoning him to death."

Chen Yu's words caused an uproar in the surroundings, and the onlookers began whispering and discussing.

"That woman is Wang Cuihua, a notorious shrew. Her father lived in the hallway trash room while he was alive."

"That's right, I'm from over there. Her husband Li Jun is no good either; the old man couldn't even get enough to eat."

"She was hoping for her dad to die early so she could inherit that house waiting for demolition. A few days ago, the old man was so sick he couldn't even get up, and it was kind-hearted people who brought him to Xinglinju for treatment."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Chen Yu, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll sue you for defamation! I know a lawyer!" Wang Cuihua said angrily: "My dad was treated to death by you, and now you're refusing to admit it, right?"

"Everyone, since you are all here, I will make it clear in front of you all today. I'll trouble you all to call the police first." Chen Yu took out the prescription.

"Chen, this prescription was written by you, and the medicine was picked up at your place. That can't be wrong, right? My dad was poisoned to death by your medicine!" Wang Cuihua screamed.

"That's right, the prescription was written by me, and the medicine was picked up at our place." Chen Yu pointed to the lower half of the prescription and said: "Here, there were originally contraindications, and I would have told the patient about them, but now the contraindications have been erased."