Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 202 Seeking Medical Treatment

"No, don't come any closer." Blood was still flowing from the corner of Ziyue's mouth, and her body was still semi-transparent as she used all her strength to hold down a broken ruler.

Lin Fan also wanted to offer a word of advice. However, at this moment he was putting all his strength into holding down the two deformed rulers, just like when he was pulling his strength in a tug-of-war. If he opened his mouth and let out a sigh of relief, one of the rulers might slip out.

Zi Yue kept talking, but Old Man Sun couldn't hear her. She walked closer and closer to the black knife.

Lin Fan knew he meant well, but this delicate balance couldn't be broken like this.

"Why can't I pull this knife out?" Old Man Sun pulled at the black knife a couple of times, but found he couldn't pull it out, so he gave up.

Lin Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to give Zi Yue a thumbs up, but he simply didn't have a free hand.

Old Man Sun walked around and saw Niu Dadan's broken knife, so he went over and picked it up. The child in his arms cried out again, and after comforting the child, he walked towards Magistrate Cao.

Magistrate Cao watched as this old man, whom he considered an ant, walked towards him with an ordinary broken saber.

No, how could I be killed by such a person? Magistrate Cao never thought of himself as a god descended from heaven or anything special, but in his eyes, people were divided into classes.

He considered himself a member of the upper class, a scholar-official! Even if he was at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, he was still a member of the upper class! But Old Liu was a self-cultivating farmer, a member of the lower class below the middle class, a member of the lowest class who was only slightly better than a tenant farmer and could barely be considered human.

How could I possibly die at his hands!

But no matter how hard he tried, it was no use; Magistrate Cao could only stare at Old Man Liu with his one eye.

Old Liu was indeed intimidated by that piercing gaze. Even though the magistrate was already in such a state, his eyes made it seem as if he might stand up at any moment and, like just now, casually utter two words and have the yamen runners come up and slap him.

Old Liu touched the baby's head in his arms, his trembling hand gripping the broken knife tightly.

He wasn't actually walking slowly, but under the gaze of everyone present, it seemed as if he had walked for half a century before finally arriving.

Old Liu raised his knife with one hand and slashed down hard at Magistrate Cao's neck.

Ding!

His hand jolted, and he was so shaken that he took two steps back.

"Damn, how can his neck be so stiff!"

Old Man Sun cursed, put down the baby, and spat into each hand. He then clenched his hands tightly.

Instead of continuing to chop, he placed it next to Magistrate Cao's neck and began sawing at it like sawing wood.

This was certainly effective; the saber was tougher than Magistrate Cao's skin, and it was slowly sawed open. The baby, placed on the ground, cried helplessly.

A chill ran through Magistrate Cao's heart as the immense fear of his neck being sawed off overwhelmed him. Righteous energy could heal most injuries, but a broken neck would greatly hasten his demise.

Old Liu gradually regained his feel for sawing wood, and simply placed one foot on Magistrate Cao's shoulder for better leverage. His hands stopped trembling, and he began to chat casually as usual.

"Your Honor, please don't blame me in the underworld. I did this to repay a debt of gratitude and to seek revenge. To be honest, you are an upright and just official, and I shouldn't have treated you like this. But, but you, you have gone too far. You killed my son, tried to seize my family's land, and even falsely accused me of molesting my daughter-in-law. I hate you! I wish I could skin you alive!"

Old Liu became more and more agitated as he spoke, his hands gripping harder and harder, his eyes bloodshot like a demon, and the veins on his hands bulging and his skin slightly red.

"I'm not afraid of you, old man. Someone like you won't even have a chance to complain in the underworld! You'll be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer eternal torment!"

The words "eighteen levels of hell" made Magistrate Cao's heart clench. He had always believed he had done nothing wrong; he had cultivated the most prestigious and renowned school of thought in the world. But blood loss had left his body ice-cold, and the dagger piercing his trachea had made it impossible for him to breathe. In a blur, it seemed as if he were about to fall into hell at any moment.

Do not!

Magistrate Cao suddenly regained his strength and raised his unbroken hand to grab Old Man Liu's wrist.

"Ahhhh!"

This was Old Liu's scream. He never imagined that a dying man's final burst of energy could possess such power.

Magistrate Cao's hands were like iron clamps, snapping and cracking. Old Liu heard the sound of his hand bones being crushed and screamed in agony. The child on the ground cried even more violently in fright. The cries of the old man and the baby mingled, making the scene even more bizarre.

What seemed like a short time felt incredibly long to everyone present. By the time Old Man Liu managed to free himself from Magistrate Cao's grasp, Magistrate Cao had already been dead for some time. Old Man Liu finally managed to calm down and, with his intact hand, struggled to pry open the hand, which, though dead, was still as taut as an iron clamp.

Old Liu glanced at his hands, which had been pinched until they were a dark purple, twisted and deformed like bizarre tree branches. Because many bones were broken, they were in a position that he would never normally be able to achieve, and they were now fixed in place. He sighed, picked up the baby from the ground with his good hand, and dragged his heavy steps toward the door.

As he passed Lin Fan, he bowed to him in gratitude: "Thank you, benefactor."

However, Lin Fan couldn't hear anything at all; he fainted the moment he confirmed that Magistrate Cao had died.

Another Lin Fan "disappeared," leaving only a lifelike wooden hand where he was.

As the sun was about to set, and Old Liu had been gone for quite some time, Duan Ye, his face bearing injuries, finally rushed in, shouting, "Brother! Brother! I'm here! Please don't let anything happen to you!"

"Doctor, call all the doctors you can find and quickly treat my brother's injuries."

"Someone else, cut off this corrupt official's head, and spread it around to make those idiots stop!"

With Duan Ye issuing his orders, the situation was quickly brought under control. Duan Ye's men and Magistrate Cao's henchmen had no mortal grudges, so there were few casualties despite the long fight.

Things were progressing smoothly, the only thing that displeased Duan Ye was that only a young man came to treat Lin Fan. This young doctor hurriedly bandaged Lin Fan and Niu Dadan's wounds; his technique wasn't bad, but it was certainly sloppy.

Duan Ye frowned and questioned the knights beside him, "I told you to find a doctor, and what did you find?!"

The knight did not answer, but the busy doctor, wiping the blood from his hands, interjected, "My lord, I am a gynecologist."

"Gynecology?" Duan Ye said angrily, "You... no, even if you're good at gynecology, aren't you also good at surgery when you're delivering babies?"

"The younger one mainly focuses on infertility."

"Oh? How do you treat infertility?"

The young doctor was rubbing his hands, pondering how to answer, when Duan Ye interrupted him, saying, "Stop with the nonsense, quickly find some proper surgeons!"

The young doctor looked at Duan Ye with a troubled expression. "My lord, to be honest, all the proper doctors in the city have left."

"Why!"

"Because of the smallpox epidemic! Although they can't cure the smallpox epidemic, they know how serious it is better than ordinary people, so naturally they all run away faster than the others!"

Duan Ye was bewildered by the chaotic quota information and asked, "Then why don't you run?"

The young doctor rolled up one sleeve, revealing a section of smooth forearm covered with small, yellow pustules the size of rice grains. "I got this by accident while treating a lady a few days ago. It's too late to run away now."