"You little bastard! How dare you hit me?"
Mu Ni Hong's face contorted further, her plump cheeks trembling with rage. In her life, born into a prominent family and married into wealth, she had never been slapped before.
She glared at Chen Xiao, provocatively thrusting her other cheek towards him. She roared, enunciating each word:
"If you have the guts, hit me again! If I don't chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs..."
"Slap!"
Chen Xiao didn't hesitate. Before Mu Ni Hong could finish her sentence, he swung his hand and delivered another slap.
This time, his force was even greater, sending Mu Ni Hong tumbling on the rescue table. With a clang, the handgun he had privately gifted himself fell from his pocket onto the floor. The gun was as black as ink, exuding a chilling metallic sheen.
"Ah—"
Mu Ni Hong completely lost it. Gritting her teeth, she snarled at Mu Shen, "Mu Shen! What are you standing there for like an idiot? Kill this little bastard immediately..."
Having witnessed the usually arrogant Mu Ni Hong being slapped twice by Chen Xiao, Mu Shen was stunned. It wasn't until Mu Ni Hong spoke that he instinctively reached for the sharp dagger hidden in his pocket.
But before Mu Ni Hong could finish, he caught sight of the handgun that had fallen from Chen Xiao's pocket and was instantly terrified.
He hastily retracted the dagger he hadn't yet drawn, instinctively raised his hands in surrender, and slowly backed away, stammering, "Doctor Chen... Doctor Chen, please calm your anger. Our... our young lady was just anxious to save a life and absolutely... absolutely had no intention of offending you..."
Few people knew that Mu Shen, a former soldier, was a master of assassination. His dagger, honed for decades, was deadly.
In his eyes, even if Chen Xiao's defensive handgun was lying on the ground, or even if Chen Xiao held it tightly, he could easily slit Chen Xiao's throat with a single strike.
However, the moment he recognized the handgun as a superior model exclusively used by the Northern Border Army, he became even more convinced that Chen Xiao had an extraordinary connection with Long Ao Tian.
If he were to act rashly and kill Chen Xiao, the consequences for the Ye and Mu families would be dire.
The more he thought about it, the more fearful he became. Before he could finish speaking, he fell to his knees with a thud, raising his hands, now symbols of surrender, even higher.
"Ah—"
Mu Ni Hong roared even more furiously, "Mu Shen! Are you crazy? I told you to kill the surname Chen, not to kneel to him!"
Saying this, she lunged at Chen Xiao from the rescue table like a mad dog, flailing her arms in a frenzy.
Chen Xiao casually bent down, picked up the handgun from the floor, and pointed it directly at Mu Ni Hong's forehead. "Aren't you afraid of this thing?"
"..."
Mu Ni Hong had never dreamed that Chen Xiao would have a gun. She was stunned into silence.
Maintaining her lunging posture, she trembled uncontrollably, her pants instantly soaked. Her upper and lower teeth chattered, making a "kacha kacha" sound.
Mu Shen's heart pounded with terror. He stammered, "Doctor Chen... Doctor Chen, be careful... be careful of accidental discharge. The Dragon King... although the Dragon King is the God of War of the Northern Territories, if you cause a death, it will be difficult for him to handle..."
Chen Xiao grinned mischievously and pulled the trigger without hesitation—
"Click!"
Mu Shen's mind went blank, his expression a mixture of horror and relief. "There's... there's no bullet?"
Yet, even with an unloaded gun, Mu Ni Hong was so terrified that she collapsed back onto the rescue table, her eyes rolling back, foam at her mouth, and her body convulsing. She had clearly fainted again from her condition.
Mu Shen, usually loyal, disregarded the need for immediate rescue and continued to kneel on the ground, pleading, "Doctor Chen, Mu Ni Hong and Ye Qing Tian's mother and son offended you first, and they deserve to be imprisoned. But... but I am merely a hired servant of their family. I absolutely had no intention, nor would I dare, to offend you or the Dragon King. Please, let me go like a fart..."
Chen Xiao, who hadn't expected his dropped handgun to scare Mu Shen so badly, chuckled wryly. He put the handgun, which barely fit into his pocket, away and turned to leave, saying without looking back, "I am powerless to cure your mistress's illness. You should seek someone else."
Mu Shen felt as if he had been granted a great pardon. Tears streamed down his face as he repeatedly kowtowed his thanks. "Thank you... thank you... thank you, Doctor Chen..."
As soon as Chen Xiao left, Li Bing Xue, who had been eager to see Chen Xiao make a fool of himself, returned impatiently, accompanied by Zhou Wan Nong, who had just finished surgery.
She rushed into the emergency room, complaining to Zhou Wan Nong, "Deputy Director Zhou, Aunt Mu's condition is extremely critical and requires effective treatment. But Chen Xiao is using traditional Chinese massage with gloves, claiming it's too dirty. If there's any slight mistake, it could be fatal!"
She suddenly saw Mu Shen kneeling in the emergency room, weeping uncontrollably, while Mu Ni Hong on the rescue table remained motionless, her heart monitor disconnected. Li Bing Xue was stunned at first, then her face lit up with joy. She blurted out, "Did Chen Xiao kill the patient?"