The doctor in the white coat had his arm twisted and broken, collapsing to the ground, curling up like a mantis shrimp, writhing in agony. His screams drew the attention of everyone entering and exiting the hospital—doctors, patients, and their families alike.
When people saw the doctor in the white coat lying on the ground, they were all shocked and curious about what had happened. However, upon seeing Qin Lan also on the ground, most believed the doctor must have gone too far. After all, when the doctor had told Sister Wu to get out, he hadn't bothered to lower his voice, and a few people had heard it. Wasn't it normal for a family member to retaliate?
No matter who was present, if they were related to that girl, they wouldn't have let the doctor off easily. But what truly surprised everyone was Qin Chuan's ruthlessness—he had broken the doctor's arm without hesitation.
In no time, the hospital's security guards rushed over.
Sister Wu looked worried, "Young Master, what should we do?"
"Take Lanlan home first; she doesn't need to be in the hospital." Qin Chuan had given his sister a medicinal pill, effective even for cultivators, let alone an ordinary person like his sister. Given some time, she would recover.
Medicinal pills from the cultivation world were no joke; they could even bring back the dead.
"But Miss, she..." Sister Wu was anxious, believing that Miss needed emergency treatment at the hospital, or she would surely die.
"Sister Wu, listen to my brother," Qin Lan spoke up. Though her voice was still weak, it was much stronger than before.
After much hesitation, Sister Wu decided to take Qin Lan away. It was nearly impossible to get the hospital's help, as neither she nor the Young Master could afford such a sum.
Once his sister and Sister Wu left, Qin Chuan was surrounded by several security guards. They didn't attack immediately, but they weren't about to let Qin Chuan leave easily either.
Meanwhile, in a hospital room...
"What's going on outside? It's so noisy," a young man frowned. "Can't you see my grandfather is resting here?"
In the room lay an elderly man, whose identity was quite formidable. Even the hospital director, Yang Lin, had personally come, and the hospital's top specialists were assigned to this room.
"Young Master Lin, I'll find out right away," Yang Lin said, immediately making a call to inquire.
The commotion was naturally due to the doctor's screams, echoing throughout the hospital like a pig being slaughtered.
Old Master Lin wasn't concerned about the noise outside but looked at the young man, "Wenbin, has something happened in Jinling recently?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Wenbin knew that even while hospitalized, his grandfather was quite aware of Jinling's situation. He replied, "Grandfather, for some reason today, many martial artists have gathered in Jinling. Even Elder Ye is personally hosting them and organizing a Martial Dao Exchange Conference."
"Oh, even Elder Ye is personally hosting?" Old Master Lin was surprised.
"Yes," Lin Wenbin nodded slightly, "Grandfather, Father also went to attend this Martial Dao Conference, likely involving the Earth Martial Dao Alliance."
Old Master Lin pondered. The Lin Family was a Martial Dao Family, but the old master was quite aged. Despite his considerable strength, an old injury from years ago had left him with a chronic ailment, confining him to the hospital. Even with his strength, he couldn't act recklessly, or it would aggravate his old injuries.
"Even Elder Ye is personally hosting; it seems this time Jinling's Martial Dao scene is truly lively," Old Master Lin's eyes showed a hint of regret. With his strength, if not for his severe injuries, he should have been attending such a Martial Dao Exchange Conference. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
At this moment, Yang Lin returned from his call, apologizing profusely, "Young Master Lin, Old Master Lin, I'm terribly sorry, someone is causing trouble in the hospital, but it will be under control soon."
Lin Wenbin nodded, "Handle it quickly."
"Understood," Yang Lin replied.
But just as he agreed, the screams outside the hospital continued, causing Lin Wenbin to frown deeply.
Yang Lin hurriedly made another call, looking somewhat displeased, "What? So many of you can't handle one person? Then let the police department deal with it!"
"Director Yang, could it be that an expert has arrived?" Lin Wenbin asked after hearing Yang Lin's words.
"It seems quite formidable," Yang Lin, aware of some Martial Dao matters, replied, "It's likely a martial artist."
"Haha, no need to call the police department. If it's a martial artist, the regular police can't handle it, and it would take too long for them to arrive. It's too troublesome. Leave it to me," Lin Wenbin boasted as he walked out.
"I want to see who dares disturb my grandfather's rest!"
Yang Lin looked at Old Master Lin.
Old Master Lin smiled, "My grandson has reached Half-Step 4th Grade. Among the younger generation in Martial Dao, he can be considered a Heavenly Talent. He can handle it."
Half-Step 4th Grade?
Gasp!
That means he's a Half-Step Grandmaster!
Yang Lin took a sharp breath, "The Lin Family is about to produce a dragon!"
Old Master Lin was very pleased with his grandson.
"Old Master Lin, does Young Master Lin have any secrets to improving his strength so quickly?" Yang Lin asked shamelessly, "Recently, my grandson has also been obsessed with Martial Dao and wants to learn."
"Haha..." Old Master Lin laughed proudly.
"Eat more sea cucumbers." Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
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In the hospital lobby.
The security guards who had surrounded Qin Chuan were already lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
The doctor in the white coat, with his arm twisted and broken, was in so much pain he nearly fainted.
"Impressive skills, sir."
Lin Wenbin stood on the second floor, overlooking the scene in the lobby, his face full of arrogance, "But you've disturbed my grandfather. If you kneel and apologize, I'll let you go."
Qin Chuan slightly raised his eyes, glancing at Lin Wenbin. Just that one look made Lin Wenbin feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body filled with coldness, and even a sense of fear arose.
Lin Wenbin steadied his heart, simultaneously angered by Qin Chuan. What did that look mean? Did he look down on me?
Fine, fine, fine!
I'll show you the power of a Martial Dao Heavenly Talent!
He leaped directly from the second floor, the sound of shattering glass from the railing piercing the air as an invisible force shattered it. Upon landing, the ground cracked, and in a flash, he was in front of Qin Chuan.
As a Half-Step 4th Grade martial artist, he could already be considered a Half-Step Grandmaster. Releasing energy was child's play. At his age, reaching this realm was indeed rare, worthy of being called a Heavenly Talent.
His fists, carrying a fierce and powerful force, aimed straight for Qin Chuan's chest.
As a Heavenly Talent, claiming invincibility in the same realm wasn't an exaggeration. As long as Qin Chuan hadn't reached the true 4th Grade, he couldn't possibly be his match.
Lin Wenbin was full of confidence, even certain that his fists would either kill or cripple his opponent.
"Courting death!"
Qin Chuan, with one hand behind his back, countered with a simple punch. It seemed weak, but upon contact with Lin Wenbin's fists, the power surged instantly.
Boom!
With a loud crash, Lin Wenbin's sleeves exploded, and he was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the wall, then falling lifelessly to the ground.
A Martial Dao Heavenly Talent was killed with a single punch.