"You really want to become a renowned doctor?" Shen Lang asked, slightly surprised by Zhou Jian's sincere expression.
"Of course. If not a famous official, then a famous doctor. I have no interest in becoming a famous official, but becoming a renowned doctor is my ideal," Zhou Jian replied, looking at Shen Lang with anticipation. "Brother, you won't let my dream fall through, will you?"
"Certainly not. I just didn't expect your resolve to be so firm," Shen Lang said with a smile. "Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to learn today. How much you learn will depend on your own abilities."
Shen Lang pointed to the more than a hundred people injured by Xiao Ruolai. "These people have all suffered injuries of varying degrees. Next, you will prepare two emergency medical kits and two sets of medical tools. You will do exactly as I say."
"What?" Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhou Jian looked shocked. "Cousin, I've only just learned the 'Huangdi Neijing.' I don't know anything else. Isn't it too hasty to have me jump right in?"
"Not at all," Shen Lang replied. "A good sniper is forged with bullets, and similarly, a good doctor is tempered through countless practical experiences."
With that, Shen Lang walked up to Yang Junlin, quickly stopped the bleeding from Yang Junlin's shoulder wound, and said to him, "This is also an opportunity for you to learn. You will work with him."
"Okay, Master. I'll listen to you," Yang Junlin nodded upon hearing Shen Lang's words.
Five minutes later, Zhou Jian had prepared the emergency medical kits and medical tools and stood beside Yang Junlin.
"From now on, you will do as I say. It's okay if you don't understand; you can ask. But there can be no hesitation when you act. Indecision is a great taboo in medical practice," Shen Lang stated. "Do you understand?"
"Master, I understand," Yang Junlin nodded.
"Brother, I understand too," Zhou Jian followed suit, nodding.
For the next three hours, under Shen Lang's guidance, Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian began treating the injured. These individuals had broken bones, severe internal bleeding, and both external and internal injuries, providing the two with ample practical experience. In the beginning, they moved cautiously, their hands trembling as they handled needles and scalpels. However, as they treated more and more patients, their movements became more skilled, eventually reaching a point where they knew what to do without Shen Lang needing to speak.
Three hours later, all one hundred-plus injured individuals had been treated. However, Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian were exhausted, panting, their faces pale and sweaty.
"Go get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, write down your treatment experiences and give them to me next time we meet," Shen Lang said with a smile, looking at Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian.
"Okay—" Both of them nodded weakly before supporting each other as they left.
"Young Master Shen, we were fortunate to have you today. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable," Yang Ce said gratefully to Shen Lang after Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian had left.
"Brother Ce, you're too kind. We're like family. It was just a small effort," Shen Lang smiled, adding, "Yang Ce's injuries have been mostly healed by Yang Junlin. Today's events are concluded. I still need to go home and cook for my wife, so I'll be leaving now."
"We bid you farewell, Young Master Shen," Yang Ce and Feng Yijian bowed in unison, watching Shen Lang's receding figure.
Shen Lang left the Baimahuicuo club and drove directly back to the villa. As he entered, the aroma of food invigorated him.
"Husband, you're back?" Wang Yuyan exclaimed excitedly as Shen Lang entered. "I was just about to call you, but I didn't expect you to be back so soon. Alright, hurry up and wash your hands. It's time for dinner."
Wang Yuyan walked towards Shen Lang, carrying a plate of stewed lamb. The dining table was already set with four dishes and one soup, all evidently prepared by Wang Yuyan.
"Wife, you can cook?" Shen Lang asked, visibly surprised by the spread.
"Husband, what are you saying? Of course, I can cook. I grew up with my grandfather, and he didn't like food made by housekeepers, so I always cooked," Wang Yuyan said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "It's just that after I met you, I became reliant on you. I haven't cooked in a while, so I don't know if it's still edible."
"It's definitely fine. I could smell the delicious food from afar," Shen Lang said, giving his wife a gentle look before sitting down at the dining table. He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of braised pork, only to realize that Wang Yuyan's culinary skills were on par with a master chef. He then tried another dish, braised perch, which was equally delicious.
"Husband, is it good?" Wang Yuyan asked with a smile, seeing Shen Lang's satisfied expression.
"It's excellent, incredibly delicious," Shen Lang praised, looking at his wife.
"Well, if it's so delicious, can your husband reward his virtuous wife?" Wang Yuyan asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Of course. Tell me what you want. Anything I have is yours. What's mine is yours," Shen Lang replied tenderly.
"Hehe, it's not that complicated. My uncle just called and wants to invite us out for a meal to express his gratitude to you. Is that okay?" Wang Yuyan asked with a look of pitiable charm that would make anyone agree to her requests.
"Your uncle and his family..." Thinking of Luo Dongyang's eccentric family, Shen Lang couldn't help but be reminded of Zhao Min's family, which gave him a headache. However, seeing Wang Yuyan's hopeful gaze, Shen Lang finally nodded. "Let me know the time and place once they're set. I'll definitely be there."
"Thank you, husband. You're so good to me," Wang Yuyan beamed.
Just as Shen Lang was about to playfully tease his wife, his phone rang unexpectedly. He took out his phone, saw an unfamiliar foreign number, and directly hung up. However, less than two seconds after he hung up, the call came in again, forcing him to answer.
As soon as the call was connected, a soft, feminine voice spoke, "Shen Lang, you hung up on me. Do you want me to break Ye Shishi's neck right now?"
"What?" Hearing Ye Shishi's name, Shen Lang's expression changed drastically. "Who are you?"
The man on the other end chuckled coldly, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ziguang, and I am from the Killers' Guild."