Mu Feng frowned. He never expected this middle-aged man to say such a thing; it was truly unprecedented.
"I'll say it one last time, get down on your knees, damn it!" His face shifted between anger and gloom.
"Are you out of your mind? I'm here to treat your family member, and you're telling me to kneel? What is the meaning of this?"
Mu Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his internal dissatisfaction. After all, this was a hospital, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Then let me tell you. My son's condition was delayed. It's been a full hour since you arrived. Are you tired of living?"
Dean Zhang Haiwen couldn't stand it any longer and rebuked, "Are you even being reasonable? From the moment I contacted Divine Doctor Mu to now, only thirty minutes have passed. Doesn't contacting someone take time?"
"That's no excuse. Kneel and apologize to my son, then treat him immediately!" the middle-aged man insisted relentlessly.
Mu Feng shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Why should I apologize to you? Did I do anything wrong? Dean Zhang, I can give you face, but my face also needs to be respected. I'd rather not treat this patient!"
Zhang Haiwen sighed, unsure of what else to say.
Mu Feng gave the middle-aged man a meaningful glance and then turned to leave.
Seeing him about to leave, a group of thugs immediately rushed forward and surrounded him.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, "Trying to leave? What do you think you are? Just some quack doctor, or worse, a good-for-nothing. Today, you *will* kneel for my son!"
"I've told you, enough is enough. Don't you see I don't want to bother with you?"
"If you keep bothering me, I won't be polite anymore!"
Mu Feng's patience had its limits; being aggressive doesn't make you right.
The middle-aged man cracked his knuckles. "Since you're so uncooperative, don't blame me for turning hostile. Attack him! Beat him until he kneels!"
These men exuded a strong aura of aggression, quick to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.
However, Mu Feng was not someone to be trifled with.
Under the angry gazes of everyone, the thugs attacked.
"I didn't want to fight in the hospital, but you forced my hand. That's your problem now!" Mu Feng charged into the crowd with powerful movements.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, watching the scene unfold. He shouted, "Kid, this is a lesson for your tardiness. Don't injure his hands; he still needs to treat my son!"
However, what happened next left everyone stunned.
Mu Feng threw punches, each landing with solid impact. In a single round, all the thugs were knocked to the ground.
The dean and others were dumbfounded. A young nurse exclaimed with infatuation, "Oh my gosh, he's so handsome! How can Divine Doctor Mu be so handsome? He's truly my idol, I'm in love!"
"Yes, yes. Not only is he handsome and skilled in medicine, but he's also so good at fighting! He's the perfect boyfriend material. I really wish he were my man; then no one would dare take advantage of me!" Another nurse, freckled and slightly older, was also swooning.
Soon, all the thugs lay unconscious on the ground, unable to move.
The medical staff, furious, didn't step forward to help, leaving the men sprawled there.
The middle-aged man swallowed hard, "You've got some skills, kid!"
"You wanted me to kneel and apologize? I think you're the one who should be kneeling. Now, I demand you kneel down immediately!" Mu Feng said, his tone equally commanding.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the boss of the Black Tiger Gang. You expect me to kneel?" the middle-aged man pointed to himself.
Mu Feng scoffed, "I don't care what gang you're from. It's truly pathetic. What era are we in, and people are still dabbling in that kind of life? You people are the scum of society!"
"Believe it or not, I'll rip your mouth open!" The middle-aged man, unable to tolerate it any longer, lunged forward, preparing to grapple with Mu Feng.
But before he could get close, a slap landed squarely on his face.
The sound of the slap was like a summer thunderclap, remarkably loud.
"You… you dared to hit me?" The middle-aged man clutched his swollen, red cheek, his lungs about to explode from anger.
The commotion was significant, and soon the thug lying on the hospital bed woke up.
Upon seeing Mu Feng there, he was so scared that he quickly scrambled off the bed and knelt, repeatedly kowtowing, "Big Brother, why are you here? Please don't trouble me. I've already lost my ear..."
"You're not bothering me, but your father is being quite unreasonable!" Mu Feng chuckled.
The thug felt like dying. Was the Black Tiger Gang someone like this could afford to offend?
"Dad, what did you do? This big brother is the one who cut off my ear!"
The middle-aged man froze, his anger reaching its peak. "What? So it was you who cut off my son's ear?"
Without considering the coincidence, he lunged forward again.
Mu Feng let out a cold snort and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
The middle-aged man was sent flying backward, and a mouthful of vomit erupted from him.
The stench was so potent that everyone covered their noses.
As the leader of a gang, the middle-aged man had never endured such treatment. He clutched his stomach and said, "Kid, if you treat me like this, you'll die a terrible death!"
"You'd better think about your son. He's already beyond saving. You'll suffer the pain of losing your child!"
After dropping this statement, Mu Feng strode away.
The middle-aged man watched his retreating back and yelled, "Kid, just you wait! I'll make you pay!"
Dean Zhang Haiwen pointed at him, "You, you're going to kill your son, don't you know?"
As he was about to retort angrily, the thug's complexion suddenly changed. He began to foam at the mouth, convulsing on the floor as if having an epileptic fit, even rolling his eyes.
The middle-aged man was greatly alarmed and cried out, "Quick, save him! Save him!"
The doctor he had threatened earlier replied with annoyance, "We don't have the ability. Can't you see the silver needle on his body?"
He looked closely and indeed saw an inconspicuous silver needle on his son's wrist.
"Could it be..." His heart skipped a beat, recalling Mu Feng's words before he left.