Tang Xing's left eye and forehead were wrapped in bandages. He arrived on the third floor with his bald bodyguards.
"Damn it… Can a living person die from holding their pee? If I can't touch those three, can't I at least deal with the doctors and nurses? You guys, later, snatch all the medicine and bandages that are supposed to be delivered to that ward, messy it all up. Do I have to teach you how to do things?"
"No need!"
"Go!"
Several burly men stood guard at the ward door. Tang Xing, along with two bodyguards, sat on chairs by the staircase and watched the show while drinking a bottle of cola.
Shortly after, a nurse carrying a stainless steel tray, with medicine, alcohol, and cotton swabs, intended to enter Mo Chuan and Tang Jingjing's ward.
As the nurse reached the door, she thought the bodyguards were gatekeepers and tried to push the door open. However, one bodyguard directly reached out and snatched the tray, while another pushed the nurse away and said, "You're not needed here anymore. Get going, get going."
The nurse frowned and said, "Your job is bodyguard. Leave the medical work to us."
"I told you to leave, didn't you hear me?" The three bodyguards immediately surrounded the nurse, looking at her fiercely.
Seeing this, the nurse cursed and left.
Tang Xing chuckled and beckoned to his bodyguards, "Bring it over. It's just right for disinfecting my wound."
As he spoke, Tang Xing picked up a cotton swab and was about to dip it in alcohol.
*Bang!*
Suddenly, the staircase door behind Tang Xing was kicked open. Several burly men holding bricks and cleavers rushed in. They immediately spotted Tang Xing, whose head was wrapped in bandages, holding a cotton swab.
"Mo Chuan is here! Beat him!"
The leading large man finished speaking and directly swung a brick at Tang Xing.
"Ah!"
The brick hit Tang Xing's head precisely. The wound that had just been sutured split open again, and blood flowed out. Tang Xing was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
Tang Xing's bodyguards immediately shielded him.
"Do you have any conscience? Protecting this beast!"
"Charge! Beat Mo Chuan to death!"
"Beat them!"
Men, women, old and young alike joined in, punching, kicking, brandishing weapons, rolling on the ground, and shouting curses. The scene was chaotic.
Doctors, nurses, and orderlies from this floor heard the commotion and rushed over, some calling the police, others trying to break up the fight.
"I'm not Mo Chuan! You've got the wrong person!"
"Still trying to argue? I'll show you if I can beat you!"
"Hit his head! Hit his head!"
"Where are my slippers?! Someone stole them? Which bastard stole them! How can I slap him without my slippers?"
Mo Chuan and Abe no Seikoko walked up and saw several internet celebrities and reporters broadcasting noisily:
"Family, that damned Mo Chuan is finally receiving justice! Look now, the bastard surrounded by bald bodyguards is Mo Chuan! Family, give me a follow, and I'll continue to stream Mo Chuan getting beaten live. If someone sends a sports car, I'll punch him once; if someone sends a hot air balloon, I'll slap him; if someone sends a plane, I'll kick him; if someone sends a rocket, I'll do a Thousand Years of Death! Great! The top supporter is so awesome! 666 rockets! I'll pierce his ass right now!"
"Hello, audience. I am Xiao Zhang, a reporter from Qingzhou Daily. I am currently on the floor where the recently hot topic, Mo Chuan, is staying. As you can see, the enraged crowd has entered the ward and found Mo Chuan, who is surrounded by bodyguards, and has begun to punch and kick him. The scene is chaotic..."
"If it were you standing here," Abe no Seikoko scratched her head and asked, "then who is that person getting beaten over there?"
"This... seeing so many bald bodyguards, it's probably Tang Jingjing's second brother, Tang Xing... what a sucker..." Mo Chuan said, his mouth twitching.
There was a banging sound at his ward door. Clearly, Mo Fei and Tang Jingjing inside intended to check the situation, but someone was blocking the door, so neither of them could get out.
Mo Chuan took out his phone and called Mo Fei:
"Brother! Are you okay?! It's so chaotic outside! Jingjing jie and I can't get out! We even heard people saying they want to beat you to death..."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Tell Tang Jingjing that her second brother was mistaken for me and beaten. If he didn't have bodyguards, he'd be..."
"Ah—!!!"
A piercing scream rang out. Everyone immediately stopped fighting and looked towards the source of the sound – Tang Xing.
Tang Xing was bruised and battered, his face covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and his clothes torn. Even more tragically, a mop was stuck straight up his posterior. The internet celebrity from before had even taken several selfies with Tang Xing as the background and then said to his phone screen, "Thank you to the top supporter for the 888 rockets! Boss is generous! I'll do it now!"
Then, he kicked backward with his right leg, and a "lazy donkey kick" landed squarely in Tang Xing's lower abdomen. Tang Xing screamed and fainted.
"Hiss—"
All the men present suddenly felt a coolness in their groin and couldn't help but gasp.
Just then, someone shouted, "What are you waiting for? Waiting for the police to arrest us? Run!" Then he threw away a wooden stick and led the charge.
A large group of people swarmed downstairs again.
Several bruised and battered bodyguards got up, supporting each other. The other bodyguards, who were less injured, quickly went with the doctor to check on Tang Xing's condition.
"My goodness... I've really seen it all today..."
"Uh... I think even the Sengoku period in Japan wasn't as atmospheric as your fight just now..."
"Woooo—"
The sound of police sirens came from outside the window. Mo Chuan and Abe no Seikoko leaned out the window and looked down. They saw that all the people who had been fighting, causing trouble, and broadcasting were surrounded by police and being handcuffed and taken away.
Director Chen and Zhang Henshui rushed upstairs. As soon as they entered the floor, they shouted, "Where is Mo Chuan! Is he seriously injured!"
Then they scanned the area and spotted Mo Chuan standing aside, quietly observing the entire process.
"...You're fine? Weren't you being beaten?"
"I know your defense is ridiculously high, but you shouldn't be so unaffected that not even your hairstyle is out of place!"
"Brother!" "Mo Chuan!"
Mo Fei and Tang Jingjing rushed out of the ward, looking around. Finally, they both turned their gaze to Mo Chuan and the three people standing together.
The two women quickly ran to Mo Chuan's side, touching and prodding him with their hands as they asked,
"Are you okay? You don't seem injured..."
"How did you do it? You were surrounded by so many people beating you, and your clothes aren't even dirty! Who was screaming so miserably just now?"
Mo Chuan remained silent and simply pointed behind the two women.
Mo Fei and Tang Jingjing looked back and were speechless.
"..."
Mo Fei even subconsciously covered her backside.
"Alright... it's good that you're okay... But who was the person who got beaten?"
"Just some idiot. Still looking for trouble at a time like this... Like the rolling waves of Honghu Lake, an idiot is just like an idiot."