Chapter 484: A Rabble

Unfortunately, these dozen or so people were dazed and had not yet figured out the situation when a blur of motion struck them; thud, thud, sounds of miserable screams followed, and in less than an instant, these people were all sprawled on the ground.

Xu Wanshan and his wife were dumbfounded; only then did they discover that Chen Yu was actually an expert, and a top-tier one at that.

"Do you submit?" Chen Yu kicked Biao Ge.

"Kid, who are you with? Bao Ge won't let you off," Biao Ge said angrily.

"I asked if you submit." Chen Yu slapped Biao Ge, leaving his mouth streaming with blood.

Biao Ge covered his mouth and dared not say another word, but judging by his expression, he clearly did not submit.

"Take your people and get lost immediately; if you don't submit, feel free to bring more people," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Fine, you just wait." Biao Ge glared at Chen Yu with hatred, struggled to climb up, and took his people away in a flash.

The female tour guide's face turned deathly pale; she shrank her head and prepared to leave.

"If you dare take another step forward, I will break your legs," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Big Brother, I, I am just an employee, could you please not make things difficult for me?" The female tour guide was almost crying from fear.

She had originally thought that by relying on having more people on her side, she could completely disregard Chen Yu, but she never imagined that her people were nothing but a rabble in Chen Yu's eyes.

This woman immediately put on a pitiful appearance, hypocritically squeezing out a few tears: "Biao Ge and the others control this area, there was nothing I could do."

"Is that so? You didn't look this pitiful when you were cursing people just now." Chen Yu smiled and said indifferently: "I only have one demand now: refund everyone's travel money, then safely deliver the people to their destination. Can you do that?"

"Big Brother, this money didn't even go into my account; I can't refund it," the female tour guide said with a mournful face.

Slap... Chen Yu swung a slap through the air.

The woman shrieked, and five finger marks instantly appeared on her face. Chen Yu said indifferently: "Everyone, tell me, does this woman deserve to be hit?"

"She deserves it." The passengers on the bus all gathered around, anger written on everyone's faces.

"This woman is too detestable; she was all smiles when collecting the money, but her face changed immediately after."

"Pah, what kind of crappy route is this? It made me vomit several times along the way."

"She is in cahoots with the people at this service area; it cost me fifty yuan just to use the restroom."

"She didn't look like this when she was throwing her weight around and cursing us earlier."

The tourists grew more and more furious as they spoke, and some even reached out to pull the woman's hair.

The female tour guide trembled with fear and cried out: "I'm sorry, don't hit me, I'll refund the money, I really will."

"Refund the money, deliver the people to the destination, can you do it?" Chen Yu asked indifferently.

"Yes, I definitely can." The driver was so scared he tucked his tail between his legs and didn't dare say an extra word.

"Good, those who need a refund come over here; if even a cent is missing, I'll break one of her fingers." Chen Yu pointed at the female tour guide and said: "In the future, everyone must keep their eyes open when booking tours and go with legitimate travel agencies."

All the tourists cheered; this was a senior citizens' tour group, and some even wanted to ask Chen Yu for his contact information, claiming they had granddaughters of a similar age.

Chen Yu could only politely decline, feeling both amused and annoyed.

"Little Chen, these people are local bullies; they will come back for revenge. Don't leave with the tour group; we are all elderly people, they won't dare do anything to us." Xu Wanshan and his wife were somewhat worried.

"It's fine, don't worry," Chen Yu laughed: "Since I dared to provoke them, I'm not afraid of their revenge."

"Little Chen, do you practice martial arts?" Seeing that Chen Yu seemed completely unafraid, Xu Wanshan felt relieved.

"Yes, I know a little," Chen Yu nodded.

Xu Wanshan exclaimed: "Since ancient times, Medicine and martial arts have been inseparable, but unfortunately, in modern times, many traditional things have been lost, leaving only a little Traditional Chinese Medicine struggling to survive."

"Actually, that's not entirely true; it's just that the true experts nowadays live in seclusion in the mountains, and ordinary people generally don't get to see them," Chen Yu laughed.

"That's true, there are too many affairs in the secular world, and many experts prefer to live in seclusion," Xu Wanshan sighed.

Suddenly, a military green camouflage truck rushed into the service area.

A man wearing camouflage, his body stained with blood, rushed off the truck and roared hoarsely: "Is there a first-aid kit, gauze, or medicine for stopping bleeding and pain relief? Emergency requisition!"

The man's posture was upright; he was clearly a soldier, and judging by his blood-soaked appearance, something urgent must have happened.

"Squad leader, there are no such things in the service area," a soldier ran over to report.

"How much longer until the emergency helicopter arrives?" the man asked urgently.

"At least another twenty minutes; Er Niu probably won't make it," the soldier said with a sobbing tone.

"Quick, continue to march forward rapidly; we must reach the nearest hospital at the fastest speed possible," the squad leader roared.

"Wait," Chen Yu stepped forward and said: "I am a Yisheng; I can help you."

"You?" The squad leader looked at Chen Yu in surprise: "My comrade was accidentally dragged under a vehicle during training; he is bleeding severely now, and everything in our first-aid kit has been used up..."

"Let's look at the situation first," Chen Yu said as he walked quickly toward the truck.

"Right, I am also a Yisheng, Xu Wanshan, President of the Ning City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association," Xu Wanshan quickly stepped forward.

"Quick." The squad leader's expression tightened, and he quickly led the two over.

Inside the truck, an injured soldier was covered in blood; his injuries were severe, and he had lost a lot of blood, his clothes stained red.

His two teammates were half-holding him, calling out to him constantly to keep him from losing consciousness.

"How did he get so badly hurt? Give me the first-aid kit." Xu Wanshan was shocked and quickly stepped forward.

"The bandages and Stop-Bleeding Medicine are all gone; we can't stop it," a young soldier said with a sob: "Er Niu, you must hold on."

"I will perform Acupuncture on him to see if I can stop it, but you must contact your superiors quickly; he needs emergency care," Xu Wanshan said as he took out the Gold Needle he carried with him, preparing to act.

"Let me," Chen Yu stepped forward and took out Silver Needles; his hands moved like lightning, and almost instantly, several needles were inserted.

"Acupuncture with Silver Needles?" Xu Wanshan was shocked; he had only just taken out his needles, but Chen Yu had already inserted his, and Chen Yu's speed of Acupuncture was extremely fast. He had practiced Medicine for decades and prided himself on his needle technique, but compared to Chen Yu, he was still several streets behind.

As soon as the needles in Chen Yu's hands were placed, the wounded man's bleeding slowed down immediately. He took out Hemostatic Powder and sprinkled it on the wound, and the blood stopped flowing at once.

Moreover, the Hemostatic Powder in Chen Yu's hands was homemade; after it was sprinkled on, the wounded man's wound healed and scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xu Wanshan was so shocked he couldn't speak. Before, when Chen Yu said he was a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he thought Chen Yu was just an enthusiast.

But he never expected Chen Yu to actually have a Traditional Chinese Medicine qualification certificate, and now, his techniques and medicine could actually make the wounded man's injuries heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed that his medical skills had reached a peak.