Chapter 13 Strongly Demanding Debt

That night, Lao Bi and Xiao Ruoxuan split into two groups and began investigating Chen Liujun and Zhou Xin in different ways. Emperor Wang watched as the nurse changed his daughter's bandages in the hospital. Besides a few wounds on her skin, there were no burn marks, but her legs were likely to be disabled in the future. Even if she didn't limp, she wouldn't be able to exert any strength. The burns on her face were particularly severe, and now, even when the gauze was removed, it was full of pus and blood. Even if she recovered in the future, she would definitely become a hideous monster. Emperor Wang watched for a while before leaving the ward. He couldn't bear to witness his daughter's suffering any longer, as it would only fuel his desire for revenge. But he knew it wasn't the right time yet. He was still too weak, and acting recklessly would only lead to death. He needed to gather enough evidence to strike down the adulterous couple. Sitting on a bench in the corridor, he examined his internal organs and found that not only had his internal and external injuries healed, but after two days and nights of sleep, the golden energy in his body had become more abundant. It no longer disappeared as soon as it recovered, as it had before. "Is this the amazing aspect of the medical immortal's inheritance? Just by sleeping, can I replenish the golden energy in my body?" Driven by curiosity, he watched "The Supreme Scripture of Xuanyuan" again. After studying it back and forth three times, he finally knew that the golden energy was called spiritual power, which was the energy stored in the body's extraordinary meridians after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As long as he practiced according to the techniques recorded in "The Supreme Scripture of Xuanyuan," this spiritual power would continue to grow, and his own strength would continue to increase. When he advanced to the level of Medical Emperor, he would be able to break free from the constraints of acupuncture and medicine, and save people solely with the energy in his body. But when Wang Dijun looked at the level division again, he was speechless. The levels in the medical field were divided into: Medical Practitioner, Physician, Medical Emperor, Medical Immortal, Medical God, and Medical Saint, a total of six levels. If he calculated it this way, he was still a long way from the level of Medical Emperor who could save people with energy. "Forget it, never mind. Rome wasn't built in a day. If I can save a life with the inheritance of the Medical Immortal, that would be a great blessing. It's too greedy to think about ascending to the heavens in one step." "As the saying goes, 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,' and 'Rivers are formed by the accumulation of small streams.' I will accumulate step by step in my practice, and one day I will become a super doctor." After settling his thoughts, Wang Dijun began to practice according to the techniques recorded in "The Supreme Scripture of Xuanyuan," and the spiritual power in his body slowly accumulated. His home had been completely burned down, and in order to save money, he had also returned his hospital room. Now, as the nurses changed his medication inside, he could only practice with his eyes closed on a bench in the hallway. Passersby saw his strange sitting posture and thought he was mentally ill, whispering about him as they passed by. Until Liu Kai saw him in the ward during an inspection and learned about his situation, he arranged a utility room for him to rest temporarily. Wang Dijun looked at the stairwell space that could only accommodate a folding bed and gratefully held Liu Kai's hand, saying, "Director Liu, thank you." Wang Dijun was never one to make promises lightly, but at this moment, he sincerely said, "Once I get through this period, I will definitely repay you." Liu Kai chuckled, "If you're willing, I'll call on you to help with any critically ill patients I encounter in the future. I hope you won't refuse." Wang Dijun nodded solemnly, "Please rest assured, Director Liu. When it comes to matters of life and death, I will not hesitate." And so, the two formed a deep friendship in the simple little room. Liu Kai did not yet know that his act of kindness today would bring great benefits to himself and the patients in the future. In the evening, Dou Dou woke up hungry. After Wang Dijun fed her porridge, he specifically went to the nurse's station to instruct the duty nurse, then left the hospital and went to his aunt's house again. This time, he didn't go empty-handed but brought back a bucket of gasoline. If his aunt still tried to play tricks on him, he would set her house on fire. When he knocked on his aunt's door, the family of five was having dinner, with a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, quite luxurious. "Why are you here again? Looking for a handout?" Wang Minhui looked at him and cursed with disgust on her face, only opening the door a crack to prevent him from rushing in. Wang Dijun sneered, "Huh, you guys are eating pretty well. All kinds of delicacies, is this what you call being broke?" "What we eat at home is none of your business!" Before Wang Minhui could finish her curse, Wang Dijun had already forcefully pushed past her blockade and sat down at the dining table. Thud! He slammed the gas tank heavily on the floor, grabbing the prawns when he saw them, reaching for the chicken legs, stuffing his mouth non-stop. "You jerk! This is my home, not yours, get out!" Brother-in-law Liu Xiaochuan stood up, pointing at Wang Dijun's head and shouting loudly. But Wang Dijun acted as if he hadn't heard or seen anything, continuing to stuff his mouth with the dishes. It had been three years since he had eaten such a sumptuous dinner, and in the past week, he could barely taste anything. After messing up every dish on the table, he pointed at the messy table and said, "You all eat, it's a waste not to eat so many dishes." "Wang Dijun, do you want to die?" Wang Minhui's son, Liu Yifeng, grabbed Wang Dijun's collar and cursed loudly. As for his wife, she had already taken their two-year-old son and hidden in the bedroom. Bang! Wang Dijun kicked Liu Yifeng, causing him to fall to the ground in pain and dry heave. Wang Dijun grabbed his collar and said, "Little cousin, you haven't forgotten how I treated you back then, have you?" "You were caught soliciting prostitutes, and I spent tens of thousands to bail you out; you got into fights, and I spent tens of thousands to settle it for you; you went into business with someone, and I spent over fifty thousand to help you out. To this day, you haven't paid me back a penny, have I ever held it against you?" "What's wrong with me treating you to a meal? What's wrong with me hitting you? Even if I stay at your house every day and refuse to leave, what can you do to me?" Wang Minhui didn't care at all about what Wang Dijun said, she just rushed forward to hit him. "You bastard, let go of my son, or I'll never let you off!" Bang! Wang Dijun kicked the gasoline canister under his feet, and the gasoline inside spilled out instantly, filling the whole room with a strong gasoline smell. "Gasoline, it's gasoline!" Liu Xiaochuan felt his soul shudder, quickly went to close the kitchen door and all open flames, afraid that the whole family would be engulfed in flames in an instant. Wang Dijun held up a lighter and shouted angrily, "Come on, come and hit me! I want to see if you're faster or if I can light the fire first!"