Chapter 13: Taking Action

“What’s going on here? How can the hospital allow such a commotion?” Li Xin frowned, visibly displeased. With this level of noise, how were the patients supposed to get any rest?

Just as he was about to continue berating those troublesome people, Li Xin suddenly noticed Wang Dakui’s face had grown much darker, his broad frame trembling slightly, making the iron hospital bed creak.

“Uncle Wang, what’s wrong?”

“That… the one crying out there is my son, Wang Dong…” Wang Dakui ground his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

“What! This…”

“That unfilial son, he must have gotten himself into trouble again.”

As he spoke, a crowd surged into the ward, led by a burly man with a thick beard. In his left hand, he dragged a tall, skinny young man along—clearly having pulled him all the way here.

The moment Wang Dong saw his father, it was as if he’d found a lifeline. He immediately shouted, “Dad! Dad, help me…”

“Help you? How?” Wang Dakui sneered, his face full of anguish. His wife had died young, his son was good for nothing, and now he’d broken a leg—what could be more wretched than his life?

“Dad… Dad…” Wang Dong tried to say more, but the bearded man slapped him to the ground, leaving him curled up and whimpering, too afraid to move.

“You’re Wang Dakui?” the bearded man demanded.

“Yes, that’s me. What do you want?”

“Your son owes us money and refuses to pay. He assaulted someone—stabbed my brother in the stomach. Tell me, how do you plan to settle this?”

Wang Dakui’s body tensed, his fists clenched as he shot Wang Dong a furious glare, enraged beyond belief.

“He hurt someone? If that’s the case, report him to the police. Why come to me?” Disappointed beyond words, he had resolved to let Wang Dong learn his lesson this time.

“Call the police?” the bearded man sneered. “If even his own father says so, why wouldn’t we? Let the idiot rot in jail then. But the medical expenses for the injured—you’ll have to pay!”

“Me? Whoever hurt your man, take it up with him. That wretch has caused more than enough trouble; I’ve already cut ties with him.”

The bearded man spat on the ground, fuming, obviously not expecting Wang Dakui to be so ruthless.

“Doesn’t matter what you say! Since ancient times, a father pays his son’s debts—that’s the natural order. If you insist on disowning him, then you’ll pay for your son’s crimes. That’s only right!”

“And if I refuse?” Wang Dakui shot back.

“Then we’ll break both of Wang Dong’s legs.”

“Ah—!” Wang Dong screamed in terror, clutching desperately at his father’s leg, begging for help.

“Help you? How can I help you? I can barely take care of myself…” Wang Dakui couldn’t hold back his grief; fat tears rolled onto the white bedsheet.

The bearded man had no interest in their family drama—he was only there to collect the debt.

The ward, meant for three, housed only Li Xin and Wang Dakui, but now it was packed with people. Not only was the room full, but curious onlookers gathered at the door, whispering and pointing.

Director Ma from orthopedics, along with several male doctors, arrived after hearing the commotion and sternly reprimanded them, “Who are you people? This is a hospital, not a place for you to cause trouble. If you disrupt things again, I’ll call the police.”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” the bearded man retorted insolently, menace on his face.

“I’m the head of orthopedics. If you cause trouble here, I won’t allow it. Leave, now!”

“Old man, you’ve got a death wish, huh?” The bearded man moved to shove him, but as doctors and security guards surrounded them, he reconsidered.

“So you just want quiet? Fine, we’ll keep it down. We’re only here for the money, not to cause a fight. Is that good enough?”

Director Ma was helpless. In a public hospital, if they weren’t causing a scene, he had no grounds to throw them out. So the gang of thugs crowded around Wang Dakui’s bed, and things quieted down somewhat. Furious but powerless, Director Ma could only give a few stern warnings before leaving, biting back his anger.

The bearded man then kicked Wang Dong over, pinned him with his foot, and lit a cigarette, swaggering triumphantly. Soon, the room, once filled with fresh air, was thick with choking smoke.

Li Xin frowned in displeasure. He smoked himself, but this was a hospital—what kind of person lit up here? Even a notorious gangster wouldn’t dare behave like this in a hospital, let alone some street thug.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice called from the doorway, asking to pass. Li Yao had returned with dinner. She’d just heard in the corridor that there was trouble in her boss’s ward and hurried back anxiously.

Slightly breathless, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, cheeks flushed—she was an alluring beauty.

The bearded man’s eyes locked on her at once. “You know her too?” he asked.

Wang Dakui shook his head. “No, just another patient in the ward.”

The bearded man snorted but couldn’t take his eyes off Li Yao, his hungry gaze stripping her bare.

The thugs pressed their demands, tormenting Wang Dong until he was battered and bruised. Finally, Wang Dakui’s heart softened, and he nodded.

“I’ll pay… How much?”

“Two hundred thousand!”

“What?” Wang Dakui was stunned. His son had said the injuries weren’t serious, and the gambling debt was just over thirty thousand. How had it become two hundred thousand?

No need to ask—they were clearly extorting him.

“This is blackmail!”

“Call it what you want. If you’ve got the guts, go to the police.”

“You…”

“‘You’ what? Enough talk—pay up!” The bearded man prowled around the ward, his eyes glued to Li Yao’s shapely figure, saliva glistening at the corner of his mouth.

Two hundred thousand was an astronomical sum for Wang Dakui—impossible for him to raise. Li Xin, after a moment’s thought, shot him a look, offering help, but was refused.

A real man cannot accept charity for nothing.

Li Xin fell silent. If he insisted on helping, he would only hurt Wang Dakui’s pride. Better to find another excuse to get these people to leave.

He had considered using force; after all, he possessed the powers of the Infinite Transformation. But he had no legitimate reason—these men were disciplined, targeting only Wang Dong and not harming anyone else.

Disregarding the crowd, Li Xin took a deep breath to calm himself. As his brainwaves surged, he activated the game within his mind, his vision shifting rapidly into the realm of illusion and reality. The Infinite Transformation roared, golden light swirling in his grasp as he surveyed the room.

In his eyes, every person became a mere game character—unarmed, unsteady on their feet. Li Xin smiled faintly; if he wished, these men could all become corpses, and no coroner would ever identify the cause.

“Li Xin, dinner’s ready,” Li Yao said, handing him his meal, her upper body bending naturally. Her curves—chest, hips—were displayed to perfection in that moment.

A golden S-curve.

The bearded man’s gaze fixed on her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He was utterly entranced by this young woman in her early twenties. Unable to resist, he stepped forward and slapped her on the backside.

“Ah! What are you doing?” Li Yao shrieked in panic, hastily dodging away.

“Come on, sweetheart, have some fun with me—name your price.”

“Pervert!”

“Haha, that’s exactly how I like them,” the bearded man laughed, even more brazen, as his underlings blocked the doorway.

Wang Dakui, furious, shouted, “Bastards! Leave the girl alone!”

“Mind your own business! Pay up!”

The bearded man pressed Li Yao into a corner, his lecherous grin growing wider.

“Relax, beautiful, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Suddenly, his men shouted, “Biao, get out of the way!”

The bearded man spun around in alarm—a figure was rushing toward him.

He was quick, but the figure was quicker; he dodged, but the figure pursued.

With only two meters between them, it was over in a flash.

Swish!

A slender hand landed on the bearded man’s shoulder. Cold sweat poured down his back.