The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine.

Chapter 1609 Treat
For ordinary people, the most unimaginable scenes of violence are nothing more than dismembered limbs and splattered blood.

This is certainly violent and cruel, but it lacks detail, it lacks more specific details.

Legs were kicked and arms were broken, bone fragments protruding from the flesh, the red blood, white bone and flesh stimulating people's eyes and challenging their ability to bear it.

Blood congealed on the ground, people groaned in agony, teeth lay scattered everywhere, and a stench permeated the air. Many of the students who had come to watch were deathly pale, their stomachs churning, and their throats bobbing. Some even vomited violently…

Even so, very few people left; most were just waiting to watch the spectacle.

Besides the people lying on the ground, there were also school leaders and teachers in the audience. The old principal, who was bald but had stubbornly grown his hair around his head to cover his bald spot, was scolding Wang Yan with a look of utter despair on his face.

It wasn't that the old principal was bold; rather, he already knew that Wang Yan wasn't someone who would act impulsively based on emotions, but rather someone who could be reasoned with and communicated with. This understanding of Wang Yan stemmed from the earlier farce that occurred outside the principal's office.

After the fight, he tried to reason with Wang Yan, but of course, Wang Yan refuted him. Wang Yan's logic was simple: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If you insult me, I'll insult you even more. If you hit me, I'll hit you even harder.

Apart from that, whatever Principal Ren said, Wang Yan would just nod and smile in response, saying things like, "Oh, right, right."

So it's the same now. The old principal said, "Why didn't Wang Yan run away? Why did you have to hit him? Why didn't you find a teacher? If you're going to hit him, why hit him so hard?"

Wang Yan stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling as he dealt with the situation, occasionally glancing at the students watching around him.

After more than ten minutes of earnest persuasion from the old headmaster, Wang Yan was finally relieved. It was only after the police and doctors arrived that the fighting spirit displayed by this thirteen-year-old boy was truly astonishing. They had never seen anything like it before…

The commotion at the entrance quickly subsided after the arrival of police and medical personnel.

Seeing Erqiang still waiting there not far away, Wang Yan walked over with a grin: "See? I told you it was nothing. Brother Qiang, hurry back. I got home pretty late today, and I don't know if I'll be able to go to school these next couple of days. I'll contact you later. Here, give me the bag, hurry home and eat. I ate at the police station today, I wonder what their food is like."

"Okay, I'll go back now. I'll come to your house tomorrow." Erqiang nodded.

So Wang Yan put his small bag back on, got into the car, and went with the police to the police station to give a statement.

After watching Wang Yan leave, Erqiang turned around and went home.

More than half an hour later, when Erqiang returned home, Sanli, who had returned earlier, had already prepared the meal. Even Qiao Zuwang was already sitting at the table drinking, and Qiao Yicheng had also returned, sitting on a stool flipping through a book, unwilling to look at his father more than a few times.

"You're back, Erqiang. Quickly wash your hands and eat." Qiao Yicheng put down his book and, together with Sanli, set the dishes that were keeping warm in the pot onto the table.

The four beauties asked, "Second brother, is Brother Yan alright?"

"It's nothing." Erqiang sat down at the table, picked up his rice bowl, and said, "Those people didn't hit him... Ugh..."

Erqiang, who was about to eat, suddenly gagged.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Qiao Yicheng asked his younger brother with concern.

Qiao Erqiang waved his hand: "Let's eat first, we'll talk after we eat."

"So mysterious." Qiao Zuwang picked up some food. "Did those youngsters stab that kid surnamed Wang?"

"vomit……"

Hearing the word "stabbing" made him think of blood, and the thought of blood brought back memories of the scene he had witnessed. Qiao Erqiang simply couldn't take it anymore.

However, his even stronger reaction seemed to confirm Qiao Zuwang's words. Qiao Sanli's eyes widened: "Second brother, Wang Yan wasn't really stabbed, was he?"

"Please don't! Brother Yan is such a good person..." The four beauties were about to shed tears.

Qiao Yicheng waved his hand: "I already said everything's fine. Erqiang is sitting here saying that those people didn't beat Wang Yan. If he had been stabbed, how could Erqiang have come back so quickly?"

Over the past month, Qiao Yicheng has returned home several times. He actually comes back quite frequently, always worried about his younger siblings. Even when he doesn't live at home, he often comes back for a meal before going back to school to sleep.

Recently, Wang Yan has been hanging out with Qiao Erqiang and is not far from Sanli. Si Mei even goes to their houses to eat and drink for free. Qiao Yicheng has heard about Wang Yan long ago and does not dislike him.

The main reason was Wang Yan's pitiful background, the fact that Wang Yan did indeed know traditional Chinese medicine and could cure illnesses, and Qiao Yicheng remembered Wang Yan's family. In addition, Wang Yan's family had so many books; Sanli said that Wang Yan would carry a pile of books from home to school every day to read, and that Wang Yan could also write calligraphy and paint. Qiao Yicheng believed that such a person couldn't be bad.

There was a fight, but he's definitely alright. As the older brother, he understands Wang Yan's desire to avoid being bullied, just as he always avoids troubling others—it's the same principle, and both have their own convictions. That's his opinion.

Qiao Erqiang paused for a moment, then said, "Let's talk about it after we finish eating, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to eat."

The four beauties asked, "Is Brother Yan alright?"

"Nothing's wrong at all, I'm perfectly fine." He had seen the whole thing; Wang Yan had only taken a few blows.

He was somewhat relieved that he had sent Sanli to call the police as soon as the incident occurred, instead of letting her stay and watch the commotion...

Seeing his brother's pale face, Qiao Yicheng changed the subject: "Simei, did you go to your second aunt's house again?"

"I went there yesterday..."

The four siblings chatted idly, with Qiao Zuwang occasionally chiming in, sometimes spouting off-the-top remarks, only to be rebuffed by Qiao Yicheng, leaving him to drink in frustration. He'd speak up again a few moments later, only to be rebuffed once more, and so the back-and-forth bickering continued...

After finally finishing their meal and clearing away the dishes, the family sat down inside to drink water. It was then that Erqiang recounted what had happened to Wang Yan outside of school. However, he didn't provide any more details, fearing it might frighten Simei. But what he said was enough to leave Yicheng, Sanli, and Qiao Zuwang utterly astonished.

That's absolutely terrifying...

Qiao Zuwang grimaced as he listened, as if Wang Yan had broken his leg: "He dared to hit so hard?"

Qiao Yicheng glanced at his father: "They've already been taken away, and you're still asking if he dares to do it? It's scary that he has such strong martial arts skills, and he's only thirteen years old. He's tall and strong, what did he eat to grow up like that?"

"It's definitely meat." Si Mei couldn't imagine how scared he was. She said with a grin, "Yan Ge loves meat the most. He's an only child, and his parents spoil him. Now he's rich, and he eats meat every day."

Erqiang shook his head, amused: "You don't like to eat meat?"

“I love to eat it too, but we can’t afford it.” Si Mei stared intently at her father.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qiao Zuwang glared at him unhappily. "Have I made sure you're not getting enough to eat or wear?"

Qiao Yicheng snorted: "Then you really didn't have enough to eat or wear." "You've gone to university, so you think you're all grown up now, huh?" Qiao Zuwang looked at his eldest son unhappily, but he was also a little uneasy inside.

Sanli said, "They're talking about Wang Yan."

"This kid is tough, but he's too ruthless. He's so cruel at such a young age, what will he be like when he grows up?" Qiao Zuwang snorted. "You guys stay away from him. He's a troublemaker, and who knows when he'll cause big trouble."

"He's the one who's causing trouble," Sanli muttered.

"You're still talking back? If he hadn't fought with others for seats, would there have been so much trouble?"

Qiao Yicheng was quite supportive of Wang Yan: "Even if it weren't for this incident, there would be other things. Wang Yan has a temper, and it's hard to guarantee that conflicts won't occur in the future. But now it's all good. This time, things have gotten so big. Putting aside the long term, if he were to go to high school, his six years of junior and senior high school wouldn't be a problem."

Although I've never met Wang Yan, from what you've told me, I know he's a stable person. He exercises and reads every day, and he's lived alone since he was so young. As long as no one causes him trouble, he certainly won't go looking for bigger trouble.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Qiao Simei, whose little braid was swaying, and added, "It's not good to always eat other people's food. After this matter is over, I'll buy some vegetables and invite him to my house for dinner."

"Okay." Qiao Erqiang nodded.

"Did I agree?" Qiao Zuwang, who was drinking tea, slammed the lid onto the cup, expressing his dissatisfaction in a light but firm manner.

Si Mei said, "Then we can go to Brother Yan's house to cook. Besides, Brother Yan's cooking is the best. It's much better than what we cook at home."

Qiao Zuwang looked at his youngest daughter and said irritably, "When we invite someone to dinner, there's no reason for us to go to their house. Let him come to our house to cook, and I'll see how delicious his cooking is."

Qiao Yicheng laughed in exasperation: "Can we really let people come to our house to cook?"

“What’s wrong with that? Our food is terrible, but his is delicious. Doesn’t he feel bad eating terrible food?” Qiao Zuwang argued vehemently.

"Whether I do it or not is another matter, Dad, you need to give me more money for food next month, otherwise we won't have enough to eat."

"Hmph, a bunch of debt collectors." Qiao Zuwang closed the teacup lid, got up, and went out to play mahjong...

By saying this, he meant he had agreed to pay.

The four siblings chatted idly for a while, while Qiao Yicheng watched the three younger ones do their homework, occasionally laughing and joking around...

The next day, Wang Yan's incredible feat spread even more widely as people went to school and work, making it arguably the hottest topic. This time, it truly became the talk of the town in Nanjing, mainly because Wang Yan had gone to such extremes. The more ruthless, the more buzz it generated.

And now, at this very moment, people are already predicting the deaths of those who attack Wang Yan…

However, Wang Yan, the person involved, was not in any serious trouble. He was mainly cared for by people at all levels, and the lower the level, the longer they would talk to him. They even brought in a rare psychologist to chat with Wang Yan.

This little courtyard has certainly experienced a lively day.

That evening, Qiao Simei, who had finished school early, ran over and saw Wang Yan making braised pork ribs.

"Brother Yan, I heard you were attacked with a knife. Are you alright?"

"Isn't it perfectly fine?" Wang Yan chuckled as he pierced the bone with chopsticks, which went right through. He then casually grabbed a small bowl and put the bone in. "Come on, come on, let's gnaw on the bone."

The four beauties didn't stand on ceremony at all, and happily accepted the small basin: "Thank you, Brother Yan, Brother Yan is the best."

"Is it okay to eat meat? Or is it alright not to eat meat?"

"Brother Yan is a good person, it has nothing to do with eating meat." Qiao Simei didn't even look up, hissing as she scalded the meat, she still wanted to eat it.

Wang Yan then filled her small bowl with rice and poured half a spoonful of meat broth over it. He made a large bowl for himself and did the same thing, adding an onion to accompany it. The two of them ate at the table in the yard.

"Brother Yan, did you strike it rich again this time?"

"I'll probably still charge a few hundred yuan."

After all, not everyone has to be executed; some are sentenced to live. So, we need to take into account the attitude of Wang Yan, the unharmed victim, and he will definitely receive some compensation.

Wang Yan and Qiao Simei have nothing to say to each other now; it's just a matter of dealing with children. Of course, even when Qiao Simei grows up, she will still deal with children in the same way.

Sometimes, Wang Yan really felt like he was a bit of a pervert. But luckily, he was shameless, hypocritical, and utterly heartless…

When Erqiang and Sanli returned from this side and came to see Wang Yan, they saw Wang Yan and Simei gnawing on bones with their mouths full of oil, and Simei's face was covered in grease.

"You're back! Hurry up and do it yourself. I knew you two would be coming, so I kept it on a low flame. Serve a bowl of rice, pour on some meat broth, and gnaw on the bones. It's so comforting. Move around, don't be shy, my hands are all greasy."

"Second brother, sister, it's so delicious." Si Mei was eating very slowly. After all, she had a small stomach and couldn't eat anymore, but she just didn't want to stop.

Of course, Si Mei wasn't really that shameless. She ate a big bone and a bowl of rice and then wanted to stop, but she ate the small bowl clean, not a single grain of rice left. Then Wang Yan brought her more meat and made her eat until she was full.

In fact, it's always like this. Children are quite sensitive. Si Mei knew that Wang Yan didn't dislike her, so she ate without worry...

On the contrary, Erqiang and Sanli felt embarrassed. They had only eaten with Wang Yan once more in the previous month, and that was just in time for Wang Yan to cook. They had deliberately chosen to come outside of mealtimes, but they hadn't expected Wang Yan to start cooking early, so they were asked to stay...

This time was no different; Wang Yan was genuinely enthusiastic and generous, not pretending, and everyone knew that.

So Erqiang and Sanli also served rice and poured meat soup on it, but they picked out small bones, and each bone was only one piece.

Erqiang praised how delicious it was, and Sanli also agreed, saying, "Wang Yan, my older brother said he has time to invite you to our house for dinner these next few days."

"Si Mei told me that you can tell me when it's time."

“Then let’s find a Sunday, depending on my older brother’s schedule,” Erqiang nodded.

The matter was thus settled...

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