At this point, Li Zugen and Li Ting both heard the sound of a tricycle and simultaneously turned their heads in alarm.
Their conspiracy was something that couldn't see the light of day; they absolutely couldn't let the Village people know.
When they saw that it was Wang Changfeng riding a tricycle, both of them simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Ting patted his chest, “It’s just that fool!”
He yelled at Wang Changfeng, “Wang fool, where are you going?”
Wang Changfeng's body had been transformed by Medical Immortal Old Grandpa, making his hearing and sight sharp, so he heard their conversation clearly.
He pretended not to hear, revealing a foolish grin, “Riding, fun!”
Li Zugen patted Li Ting’s shoulder, “Why bother with that fool?”
“You hurry into the city to buy medicine, go early and come back early.”
“If you handle this well, Second Uncle won't treat you unfairly.”
“That little slut has big breasts and a fat butt; when Second Uncle can’t satisfy her, I’ll let you have a taste too!”
Li Ting’s eyes lit up, “Uncle, just wait, isn’t it just Icariin powder? I know where to buy it.”
Neither of them noticed the cold glint in Wang Changfeng’s eyes as he rode the tricycle with his back to them.
Having heard their previous conversation and then the mention of Icariin powder, Wang Changfeng knew exactly what they were planning.
Wang Changfeng secretly swore.
“You two beasts, if I let you succeed, I’ll take your surname!”
Li Ting was riding a motorcycle, which was faster than Wang Changfeng’s tricycle.
But the road out of the Village was too narrow, and Wang Changfeng was still riding in the middle of the road, swaying from side to side, so Li Ting tried to overtake him several times but couldn't.
He yelled in anger, “Wang Er fool, move to the side and let me pass.”
Wang Changfeng heard the sound and seemed to move aside in a panic, “Oh oh, you first!”
Li Ting twisted the throttle, ready to pass.
Just as his motorcycle was about to pull alongside Wang Changfeng’s tricycle, Wang Changfeng suddenly twisted his handlebars.
Li Ting didn't expect Wang Changfeng to suddenly cut him off and instinctively swerved to the side.
“Holy crap!”
The motorcycle plunged headfirst into the ditch by the roadside.
“Splash!”
Li Ting climbed out of the ditch, wiped the muddy water from his face, and pointed at Wang Changfeng, cursing, “Are you f*cking sick?”
Wang Changfeng sat on his tricycle, grinning foolishly at him, “Yes, I’m sick, I’m a fool, are you sick too?”
Li Ting was furious, “You f*cker, you f*cker…”
Besides cursing, he really had no way to deal with Wang Changfeng.
Wang Changfeng ignored him and rode off on his tricycle.
By the time Li Ting got his motorcycle out of the ditch, Wang Changfeng was long gone.
He reluctantly went home to change clothes before setting off again.
But after all that time he wasted, Wang Changfeng had already put a great distance between them.
Li Ting drove all the way to Zishan County but didn't see Wang Changfeng.
He thought that stinky fool Wang Changfeng had just gone off riding aimlessly and could be anywhere.
Li Ting didn't know that Wang Changfeng’s stamina was extraordinary; while he was delayed, Wang Changfeng had pedaled the tricycle like a fire wheel and had long since arrived in Zishan County.
Wang Changfeng was in such a hurry mainly because he wanted to get back to the Village quickly.
Li Zugen and Li Ting were still plotting evil and intended to harm Chen Yurao.
Wang Changfeng had to prepare early and return to the Village before Li Ting finished buying the medicine.
Upon reaching the traditional Chinese medicine shop, Wang Changfeng saw two customers standing by the counter.
One was a burly man in a black vest, stretched taut by his bulging muscles, and work pants, with a fierce face, exuding a sense of ferocity from head to toe.
Beside the burly man stood a calm and composed middle-aged man.
The burly man asked in a low voice, “Brother Xuan, your leg, could it be rheumatism from sleeping on a hard bed for too long in the cell? ”
“The old shopkeeper here doesn't have prescriptions for cold-related ailments; perhaps we should go to the hospital instead!”
Hearing the burly man's address, Wang Changfeng carefully scrutinized the calm and composed middle-aged man.
“Brother Xuan? Could it be him?”
In Purple Mountain, Brother Xuan's name was almost universally known.
His real name was Kang Xuan, and he used to be a small mine owner, but later there was a mining accident at his mine, and many miners died, so the mine was sealed.
Rumor had it that he was severely punished for it and even spent two years in prison.
Even after facing severe punishment, he still sold off his assets to provide high compensation to the families of those miners.
Although he was a big gang member, he was very loyal and had a good reputation.
Kang Xuan glared at the burly man, “What old cold leg?”
“A'Bao, stop guessing.”
“I just fell yesterday, and it might be a sprain; I’ll have the old shopkeeper make a plaster, and it’ll be fine after two days.”
“When I was injured before, I often came here to see the old shopkeeper; his plaster is especially effective!”
Wang Changfeng had already walked to the counter, very close to Kang Xuan.
He saw Kang Xuan's dark complexion and immediately frowned, slowly speaking, “Your glabella is dark, and your breathing is unstable; I’m afraid it’s not as simple as a leg injury from a fall.”
“If I’m not mistaken, you must have hit your head years ago, but you didn’t rest properly.”
“Am I right?”
Kang Xuan looked Wang Changfeng up and down, “How did you know?”
When the mining accident happened that year, Kang Xuan was anxious to save people, even disregarding the risk of another collapse in the mine, and personally went down into the mine.
As a result, a broken support in the mine fell, striking his head and causing him to bleed profusely.
By the time he came out of the mine, he only had time for a simple bandage before he was arrested and had not been thoroughly examined.
He hadn't noticed anything unusual in the past two years, so he didn't take it seriously.
Wang Changfeng’s expression was serious, “I study medicine, so of course I can tell that your illness is abnormal.”
“I estimate… no, I guarantee that the old injury in your head was not properly treated, and the stagnant blood is pressing on your meridians, which is why your leg is having problems.”
“If you don’t get treatment soon, at best you’ll be completely paralyzed; at worst, your life will be in danger!”
Although Kang Xuan didn't know what leg pain had to do with his head,
but hearing the four words “life in danger,” he could tell it wasn't good news.
The burly man, A'Bao, pointed at Wang Changfeng’s nose and cursed, “Who the f*ck are you saying is going to die?”
“Kid, do you know who my boss is? You dare to curse him to death, I’ll f*cking cripple you!”