The Fortunate Foolish Doctor in the Mountain Village

Zhang Xiaowei never expected that bastard Zhao Hu would actually dare to use an excavator to crush him.

"Danger, Xiaowei!"

Just at this critical juncture, Li Hongmei, who had been following behind Zhang Xiaowei, cried out and recklessly charged over.

Boom!

The massive bucket smashed down heavily.

Zhang Xiaowei was tackled to the ground by Li Hongmei.

"Ouch!"

Li Hongmei's cry of pain rang in his ears, and Zhang Xiaowei's eyes nearly burst with blood.

"Hongmei sis, how are you?"

Zhang Xiaowei hurriedly got up, picked up Li Hongmei, and took cover in a safe place.

Li Hongmei's face was twisted in pain as she clutched her leg, with cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

Boom boom!

The excavator didn't stop; its mechanical arm swiftly rotated, aiming once more in Zhang Xiaowei's direction.

At this critical moment, Zhang Xiaowei, not stopping to check Li Hongmei's injuries, quickly picked her up and ran back to the yard.

It was only now that Grandma Dawei noticed something was wrong and shuffled out of the house unsteadily with her cane.

"Xiaowei, what's happened?"

The elderly woman was of advanced age, a bit hard of hearing, and her eyesight wasn't very good either.

Plus, she was a bit night-blind from lack of nutrition and failed to understand what was happening, so she could only ask Zhang Xiaowei.

"Grandma, please stay here and look after Hongmei sis. I'm going to deal with that bastard Zhao Hu," Zhang Xiaowei said with urgency, turning his head and charging toward the excavator.

He had been at odds with Zhao Hu since they were young.

He had beaten up this jerk countless times before, and it seemed this guy was harboring a private grudge today, seeking revenge.

Zhang Xiaowei, now furious to the extreme, glared with bloodshot eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the excavator operated by Zhao Hu.

He showed no fear and charged straight at it.

Approaching near, Zhang Xiaowei propelled himself off the ground and jumped straight onto it.

Seeing Zhang Xiaowei board, Zhao Hu immediately panicked.

He couldn't help but recall the scenes of being beaten by Zhang Xiaowei as a child.

Although he was scared, his anger and desire for revenge were even stronger.

"Damn it, I'll obliterate your family today!" Zhao Hu roared, manipulating the excavator to ram into the new house of the Zhang family next door.

Zhang Xiaowei couldn't let him have that chance. He dove into the operating cabin, and with one kick, he broke several control levers.

The excavator was no longer operable and ground to a halt on the spot.

Zhang Xiaowei reached out and grabbed Zhao Hu by the collar, and with a fierce yank, he dragged the bastard out of it.

Bang!

Zhao Hu, weighing over 200 pounds, was thrown off the excavator by Zhang Xiaowei and hit the ground hard, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Everyone around was stunned by Zhang Xiaowei's bravery and ferocity.

For a moment, they forgot to help Zhao Hu up.

Zhang Xiaowei leaped into the air, and with a kick aimed at Zhao Hu's face as he descended.

Ah!

A piercing scream split the night.

The others, who were still in shock, finally came to their senses and rushed to protect Zhao Hu.

Zhang Xiaowei's kick showed no mercy, directly twisting Zhao Hu's nose.

"Kill him for me!" Zhao Hu clutched his face, blood continuously oozing between his fingers.

The intense pain drove him hysterical.

He began to shout recklessly.

Before the group could approach, Zhang Xiaowei kicked fiercely again.

Zhao Hu's face, full of flesh, was now marked by a clear footprint.

"Stop it!"

The group that had come with Zhao Hu shouted angrily as they charged toward Zhang Xiaowei.

Zhang Xiaowei was like a god descending from the heavens, fighting off each assailant as they came, taking on pairs at a time.

Despite their burly appearances, not one could withstand his blows.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen men lay overturned on the ground, defeated by Zhang Xiaowei.

Zhao Hu, who had just been clamoring to kill Zhang Xiaowei, was now scared witless. Seizing the moment while Zhang Xiaowei was preoccupied, he scurried away, rolling and crawling to a distance.

"Quit fighting, just run!"

Once out on the street, Zhao Hu saw his men still preparing to confront Zhang Xiaowei and cursed irritably.

The battered men had been eager to flee, and at Zhao Hu's words, they immediately turned and scattered.

Watching them disappear, Zhang Xiaowei did not pursue.

He stood in place, heaving deep breaths.

What had happened?

How had he suddenly become so powerful?

He had always gotten into fights before, but at most, he could handle two or three people.

How did he manage to fight more than a dozen men today without sustaining a single injury?

Amidst his shock and confusion, Zhang Xiaowei suddenly recalled the dream he had after being hit on the head with a statue by Li Hongmei, where he encountered an ancestor of the Zhang family.

At that time, the ancestor had said he would pass on all his cultivation and medical skills to him.

Now it seemed that it was all true.

Not only had he acquired the ability to see through things, but his fighting skills had also improved remarkably.

Li Hongmei had just been injured, so Zhang Xiaowei had no time to revel in his joy.

He jumped back onto the excavator, removed the key, and ran back to the yard.

"Hongmei, how are you feeling?"

Li Hongmei's condition hadn't improved at all; cold sweat had already drenched her temples, wetting her hair.

"Xiaowei, my left leg is in severe pain."

"Hongmei, let me take you back to your room first."

With the dim lights outside, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't see clearly and quickly carried Li Hongmei back to her room.

Under the light, Zhang Xiaowei saw that her left leg's jeans were torn with a large gash, and fresh blood was continuously flowing out.

This was serious; it seemed she definitely needed to go to the hospital.

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaowei hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Seeing him about to make a call, Li Hongmei quickly inquired, "Xiaowei, what are you going to do?"

"Hongmei, I'm calling an ambulance for you."

Li Hongmei became even more anxious upon hearing Zhang Xiaowei's response.

"Xiaowei, don't call an ambulance."

Zhang Xiaowei was momentarily stunned and asked in disbelief, "Hongmei, you're badly injured, how can we not go to the hospital?"

Without further ado, Zhang Xiaowei attempted to dial emergency services once again.

But Li Hongmei clenched her teeth and snatched the phone from his hand.

"Xiaowei, first help me see how serious the injury is. If the bone isn't damaged, let's not go to the hospital."

Li Hongmei's repeated interventions to prevent him from calling for help left Zhang Xiaowei completely bewildered.

"Xiaowei, just listen to what Hongmei says,"

Dawei, standing by her side, also chimed in.

"Dawei, you go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of Hongmei," Zhang Xiaowei hurriedly urged, fearing the bloodied scene might alarm the old lady.

"How can I do that? I can't leave her like this."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei could no longer care about anything else; Li Hongmei's injuries were the urgent matter.

Rip!

The torn jeans were completely ripped open.

Upon seeing the gruesome wound, Zhang Xiaowei gasped sharply, his eyes filling with despair.