When Wang Yan mentioned the visiting fee, the smoking burly man was stunned and asked puzzledly, "What visiting fee?"
Wang Yan replied coldly, "I'm treating you both, don't you give money to the doctor?"
Upon hearing this, the smoking burly man hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll give. How much? Is fifty enough?"
Wang Yan shook his head, "You both came so far for treatment, and you won't even give me a hundred?"
The smoking burly man quickly said, "Then a hundred!"
Wang Yan still shook his head, "I've inserted so many needles, even a hundred isn't enough."
The smoking burly man kept increasing the number, but Wang Yan kept shaking his head.
Feeling increasingly numb where he had been pierced by the Silver Needle, the smoking burly man gritted his teeth and said, "How about a thousand? A thousand's gotta do it."
At this point, Wang Yan finally stopped shaking his head.
Seeing Wang Yan stop shaking his head, the smoking burly man finally felt relieved. Although a thousand was not a small amount to him and paying it made him feel a bit of a pinch, escaping this place and getting away from Wang Yan's clutches was worth it.
Once away, he planned to report to the boss and get back at Wang Yan, not only retrieving the thousand but demanding it back with interest.
But just then, Wang Yan held up a finger, waved it in front of him, and said, "This is the number."
The smoking burly man dumbly said, "Yeah, didn't we just say a thousand?"
Wang Yan shook his head, "Not a thousand, ten thousand!"
"What? Ten thousand! Why don't you just rob me? You're darker than our gang." The smoking burly man was gobsmacked, his eyes wide in disbelief, almost popping out, "You're too dark! You should be in a gang, not a doctor. I don't have ten thousand, at most a thousand, otherwise..."
The smoking burly man was shouting, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized Wang Yan had disappeared from the street corner.
The whole street corner was empty, not a single person in sight.
The smoking burly man didn't react immediately, he blinked and fearfully shouted, "Could he have left?"
San sympathetically nodded, "Yeah, Brother Wang Yan left."
The smoking burly man said in alarm, "Quick, call him back. What do I do if he's gone?"
San said, "It's so late, he must've gone home to sleep. You'll have to wait till he comes tomorrow."
The smoking burly man asked, "Nonsense, how can I wait till tomorrow... When will he be back tomorrow?"
San said, "He comes at 7 every evening."
"What, seven? Do I have to wait here all day? You bastard, get him back for me." The smoking burly man was nearly losing his mind, having stood for ten minutes already feeling like he was falling apart, let alone standing a whole day which would kill him.
However, San said helplessly, "I don't know where Brother Wang Yan lives, I can't find him either."
The smoking burly man was furious, continuously swearing.
"You little bastard, don't let me catch you or I'll break your legs."
"Get out here, Wang Yan, Grandpa's getting mad."
"Are you coming out? Are you not coming out?"
"Just wait, when you're back tomorrow I won't stop yelling at you!"
The smoking burly man shouted, his piercing voice echoing far off into the silent night sky.
Seeing the smoking burly man's continuous cursing, San was a bit displeased. Wang Yan taught the smoking burly man a lesson, which made San feel relieved and he thought to himself, these gang members aren't so intimidating.
San turned his head back to "Three Principles Hall", closed the drafty wooden door, and ignored the smoking burly man.
Seeing San leave too, the smoking burly man was even more enraged and quickly cast a glance toward Li and Fang.
But upon sweeping his gaze, he found Fang and Li had long returned to their rooms, having closed their doors.
The street was cold and empty; only the smoking burly man and the scar-faced man stood there alone.
Gusts of cold wind blew by, moonlight shining down, constantly elongating and shortening the shadows of the two on the ground.
Initially, the smoking burly man was loudly cursing, but gradually the curses grew weaker until barely audible.
In the east, a sliver of white light rose slowly, climbing the horizon, a warm, orange-red sun peeked out its head.
The darkness dissipated, chill slowly retreating, dewdrops scattered across the street. Googlᴇ search Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
On the wide street, suddenly a sneeze erupted.
The sneezer was none other than the smoking burly man.
Just then, the smoking burly man, after a night's time, had turned into a totally different sight.
His hair was disheveled, face bluish, eyes sunken, snot streaming along his nose down to his mouth.
And as for the scar-faced man, he was worse off than the smoking burly man, mouth agape, drooling all night, chest soaked with drool. His mouth was filled with dew, not to mention a bird left droppings inside.
On the street, passersby began appearing gradually.
Seeing them, each passerby was shocked, hurriedly avoiding them, looking at them like monsters and walking quickly on both sides of the street.
When the sun was fully risen, San, Fang, Li, and others opened their doors. However, all seemed to have agreed without a glance toward the smoking burly man, going about their business.
Even though San and the others didn't look them directly, from the corner of their eyes, they kept glancing at them.
Seeing their miserable state, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Often rushing back indoors to laugh out loud, then stopping and straightening their expressions before going back out, then retreating inside to laugh again.
As the sun rose higher and began to sink westward.
Throughout the day, numerous people passed by the smoking burly man and the scar-faced man, spreading word of the event, with more people coming to know.
Many learned of a Divine Doctor arriving at Eight Great Street, not only treating people for free but with a Silver Needle controlling two gang members.
As the tale spread, more legend built around Wang Yan, describing him as arriving on clouds and leaving with the wind, capable of anything.
The sun slowly sank, and counting the hours, the smoking burly man and the scar-faced man stood for over ten hours, trembling continuously yet unable to move.
Though their hearts burned with rage, their faces were frozen stiff, showing no expression.
Time inched toward seven, and San, Fang, Li, and others became nervous.
Worried that if Wang Yan appeared, should they release the smoking burly man and the scar-faced man? Especially hearing low growls from the smoking burly man's throat: "I'll kill you, I'll kill you," which worried everyone.
Almost all eyes fixed on the street corner, with crowds gathered to watch, almost filling half the street.
At that moment, a figure appeared at the corner, precisely Wang Yan.
Seeing Wang Yan appear, San, Fang, and others got anxious, looking toward the smoking burly man.
The smoking burly man also saw Wang Yan, and his once dull eyes suddenly sparkled, opening his mouth, a hoarse voice came from it.