"You dare to hit me?"
After receiving a slap from Zhou Jian, Zhao Shanhe was already dumbfounded. After taking another slap from Yang Junlin, Zhao Shanhe was furious and exclaimed.
"What? Can't I hit you?"
Yang Junlin smiled and said, "You provoked my master in reality, and then provoked my brother Jian. If I don't hit you, should I praise you?"
Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian shared similar interests and hit it off immediately, becoming close friends. Seeing Zhou Jian take action, how could he stand by?
"I recognize you, you are Yang Ce's son, Yang Junlin. However, even Yang Ce doesn't dare to touch me, are you looking for death?"
Zhao Shanhe glared at Yang Junlin angrily and said, "For this slap today, I will make you pay with your lives."
"Is that so?"
Zhou Jian said with a smile, "Believe it or not, if you continue to be so arrogant, I can make you lose your life."
Zhao Yuanshan was not as arrogant and reckless as Zhao Shanhe. Seeing Zhou Jian's confident and composed demeanor, and the heroic spirit in his eyebrows, which carried a noble air, he knew that this young man was definitely not ordinary. Therefore, he stopped Zhao Shanhe's outburst and said to Zhou Jian, "It's understandable for young people to be spirited. After all, I was young once, but being so overbearing is not good."
"Heh... Of course, young people should be spirited. If you're not spirited, can you be called young?"
Zhou Jian looked at Zhao Yuanshan and said with a smile, "The preamble is over. Next, shouldn't you ask me who I am, who my parents are, and what family I come from?"
"I'm sorry, I refuse to tell you. If you have the ability, let your dog son continue to clamor. See if I don't twist his dog head off."
Zhou Jian's family held absolute sway in the south, being the number one family in the south. Their wealth and influence covered the entire south. It could be said that he was the true number one young master of the south.
Of course, this did not mean that Zhou Jian only acted arrogantly in the south. Even in the north, he was also arrogant. Few people like Qi Tuojiang or Kong Wudao would openly challenge Zhou Jian.
Therefore, Zhao Shanhe's arrogance made Zhou Jian very displeased, completely exposing the hidden playboy side of Zhou Jian.
"Zhao Yuanshan, I apologize, I've never heard your name before. However, you can inquire about my name. Remember, my name is Zhou Jian. Zhou, from the Zhou Dynasty, and Jian, from the sword that came from the west."
Although Zhou Jian did not reveal his family background, he revealed his name. He believed that as long as Zhao Yuanshan investigated, he would know what this name meant.
"Zhou Jian?"
Hearing this name, Zhao Yuanshan was stunned. He felt as if he had heard this name somewhere before, but he couldn't recall it for a moment.
However, seeing Zhou Jian's demeanor, Zhao Yuanshan guessed that Zhou Jian must have a significant background. Before clarifying Zhou Jian's origin, Zhao Yuanshan did not intend to offend him. Therefore, he said to Zhao Shanhe, "Shanhe, let's go. We'll come back to see Old Song next time."
"Yes—"
With Zhao Yuanshan's command, Zhao Shanhe naturally did not dare to say anything more. He said to Song Donglou, "Old Song, it seems today is not suitable for continuing the treatment. I'll take my father away first, and we'll contact you later."
"Alright, then I won't see you out."
Song Donglou said with a slight smile.
Zhao Yuanshan also greeted Song Donglou, saying, "Old Song, see you again if there's a chance."
Before leaving, Zhao Yuanshan looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "Mr. Shen, today's meeting was not pleasant. I hope I have the opportunity to personally apologize to you."
"You're welcome, but I hope your son's attitude won't be so arrogant next time."
Shen Lang smiled at Zhao Yuanshan and then clasped his fists in response.
Soon, Zhao Yuanshan and his son left the emergency room.
After they left, Song Donglou looked at Shen Lang with shame and said, "Master, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a conflict with Zhao Yuanshan and his son. Otherwise, I would never have asked you to help him with his leg problem."
"It's nothing, it's not a major conflict, just a minor disagreement."
Shen Lang looked at Song Donglou and smiled, "I observed just now that Zhao Yuanshan's legs were soaked in a cold pool when he was young, causing some meridians to necrosis. Next time you meet, you can try the Huayang acupuncture technique from the third part of the 'Tianhui Medical Sutra,' which might have a miraculous effect."
"Understood, thank you, Master."
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Donglou was filled with excitement. "Master is indeed Master. No difficult illness can stump you."
"Haha, you flatter me. If you can master the 'Tianhui Medical Sutra,' many difficult illnesses in the world will not stump you either."
Shen Lang stood up and said to Song Donglou, "I'll leave your two junior brothers to you. Discipline them well, don't be polite. Scold them if you need to."
"Master, I understand. I will guide them with all my heart."
Song Donglou made a promise to Shen Lang.
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll be leaving now."
Seeing that things were mostly settled, Shen Lang said and walked out of the emergency room. Song Donglou, Zhou Jian, and Yang Junlin saw Shen Lang off to the door and returned to the hospital only after Shen Lang got into his car and left.
After leaving the hospital, Shen Lang was driving when his phone suddenly rang. Just as Shen Lang took out his phone to see who was calling, a red Porsche sports car in front suddenly braked to a halt. Although Shen Lang reacted quickly, he was too close. He slammed on the brakes, but inertia still pushed his car forward. The front of his car crashed into the rear of the red Porsche, denting it badly.
"Damn it..."
Seeing this, Shen Lang forgot about the caller and quickly put his phone back in his pocket, then turned on his hazard lights and stopped the car to check the situation.
Shen Lang was not worried about the cost of repairs, but he was concerned about the other party being injured. So, after getting out of the car, he went to check on the other party.
As Shen Lang got out of the car, the door of the red Porsche also slowly opened. Then, a girl in blue, about sixteen or seventeen years old, got out of the car.
The blue-clothed girl was about 1.75 meters tall, with a delicate and beautiful oval face, and a pair of smooth, fair, and long legs. She exuded a heroic aura.
However, such a beautiful girl, when she spoke, almost made Shen Lang kneel.
"Damn it, you idiot! Can't you drive?"
Seeing Shen Lang, the blue-clothed girl was so angry that she started cursing.
"Uh, young lady, why the foul language? The rear-end collision is entirely my fault, and I'll pay for the repairs."
Shen Lang didn't expect the blue-clothed girl to be so fierce, but he knew that the rear-end collision was his responsibility, so he spoke in a gentle tone.
"You'll pay for repairs?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, the blue-clothed girl became furious and said, "Even if you can afford my expensive repair costs, can you afford the time I've lost? Do you know that because of your collision, I'm going to be late?"