Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

"What?" Wong Fei-hung was stunned, thinking he had misheard. "Across the street? A clinic?"

His first reaction was that this was impossible.

Baozhilin has been operating in Foshan for many years and has a well-known reputation; the locals all know about it.

The shop across the street used to be a general store, but business was slow, and it seems to have closed down recently.

How did it suddenly turn into a clinic?

Moreover, who would open a clinic directly opposite Po Chi Lam?

This is no longer doing business; this is blatantly challenging someone to a duel—it's a provocation!

However, Huang Feihong believed that in his medical practice and life in Foshan, he had never bullied the weak or made such a direct grudge against anyone.

No local would ever do such a thing.

"Are they from out of town?" Huang Feihong asked in a deep voice, walking to the doorway leading from the backyard to the front hall.

"When did the renovations start? We didn't hear a thing. The medicinal herbs and equipment—did they appear overnight?"

Ling Yunkai followed behind him, both anxious and angry:

"That's right, Master! Yesterday I saw that the door across the street was still closed, and the old signboard was still up!"

"They suddenly put up a clinic sign today and made such a big fuss!"

"They're clearly targeting our Baozhilin!"

Huang Feihong's brows furrowed even more.

The other party's actions were so strange and abrupt, without any prior warning, that it didn't seem like the proper way to run a medical clinic.

He was now almost certain that this suddenly appearing "clinic" was there to cause trouble!

He really couldn't remember offending anyone recently.

But now that the other party has come knocking on his door, how could he possibly back down?

He wanted to see who was provoking him!

"Let's go out and take a look."

Huang Feihong's expression hardened, and he put on his long robe before walking out the door.

Just as she reached the front yard, Aunt Thirteen came downstairs upon hearing the noise, her face showing both sleepiness and confusion:

"Feihong, what's all the noise outside? What happened?"

"A new clinic has opened across the street, and they're 'celebrating' it," Wong Fei-hung said briefly, without stopping.

"What!" Aunt Thirteen was also taken aback and quickly followed after her.

Huang Feihong pushed open the door of Po Chi Lam. The morning air still carried a faint smell of sulfur from the firecrackers.

Across the street, the shop that had its doors tightly shut yesterday now had its doors wide open.

A huge crowd had gathered in front of the door, their noise and chatter filling the air, making it even more bustling than a morning market.

A brand-new black plaque with gold lettering hangs above the door.

Above are four neatly written characters: "Yiwen Medical Clinic"!

On either side of the plaque hangs a couplet with red background and black characters. It doesn't have any rhyme or meter, but the meaning is very straightforward.

Left-wing couplet: All medicines cure all diseases

Right couplet: A single article saves the common people

The chatter of the crowd in front of the door carried clearly over:

"A clinic for one coin? That's a strange name... I heard they really only charge one coin for a consultation? A copper coin?"

"More than that! I just heard someone coming out from inside say that even if you can't come up with a single penny, that's fine too!"

"Just go out and shout 'One-cent medical clinic, treatment only costs one cent!' ten times along the street, and they'll still treat you!"

"Really!"

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

"One penny is already a free gift! You'll even shout if you don't have money? Where...where did this incredibly kind person come from?"

"What a living bodhisattva! A true savior from suffering has descended to earth!"

Some people, with quick wit, muttered to themselves:

"Hey, if I treat the illness, don't pay, and don't shout when I leave, does he think he can chase after me?"

These words immediately drew angry glares and curses from those around them:

"Pah! Doctors don't make much money to begin with. You won't even do a couple of simple words? Have you no conscience?!"

"Exactly! That's shameless! They're doing a good deed, and you have the nerve to take advantage of them?"

"Who? Who just said that? Step forward!"

The person who said that, realizing he had angered the crowd, shrank back in fear and quickly slipped away from the crowd.

At the entrance of Baozhilin.

Huang Feihong, Aunt Thirteen, Ling Yunkai, and Toothbrush Su heard the conversation clearly, and their faces showed astonishment.

Ling Yunkai was the first to lose his composure and lowered his voice to say:

"Master! You only charge one coin for a consultation? You can even shout slogans if you don't have money? This...this isn't running a clinic, it's running a charity, no, it's giving away money! What kind of business does this?"

Toothbrush Su also stammered as she analyzed:

"Even the cheapest medicine for a cold costs more than a penny! He also treats patients, writes prescriptions, and dispenses medicine... He's losing money on every patient he sees!"

"The more patients we see, the more money we lose!"

Aunt Thirteen looked at Wong Fei-hung, her eyes full of doubt:

"Feihong, it seems they're not here to cause trouble."

Ling Yunkai and Toothpick Su nodded in agreement.

The other party doesn't even make money, and even loses money... so how can you "squeeze" them out?

Even if you're going to engage in a price war, you still have to charge at least some money; not charging is a complete loss!

They don't need to worry about it at all; the other party will go bankrupt on its own in a few days.

But if they weren't here to cause trouble, why would they open a clinic in front of their Po Chi Lam clinic?

"Then... what's his motive?" Ling Yunkai was even more confused.

"If he's not trying to make money, and he's not trying to squeeze us out, then why is he making such a big fuss and opening a shop right across from us? Surely he doesn't have too much money to burn and just wants to throw it away somewhere?"

Huang Feihong's gaze remained fixed on the signboard of the clinic across the street and the surging crowd. Upon hearing this, he slowly shook his head.

"I don't understand it either."

This was precisely the biggest question in Huang Feihong's mind at that moment.

The other party's behavior completely exceeded the scope of ordinary store opening, competition, and even provocation, revealing an incomprehensible strangeness.

Doing good deeds? There is no way to do good deeds in the world.

Is there some ulterior motive? What ulterior motive would warrant such a huge and clearly unsustainable price?

Just then, an old man in the crowd stroked his beard and sighed:

"This Dr. Chen is undoubtedly kind-hearted, a true bodhisattva. It's just... sigh, the location of this shop isn't very good."

Someone nearby immediately chimed in:

"Yeah, why did they have to drive right across from Po Chi Lam?"

"Master Huang Feihong was also a well-known good man in Foshan. He was highly skilled in medicine and often gave medicine on credit or even waived consultation fees when he encountered neighbors in real difficulty."

"Both of these are good clinics, and the people there are good too. If they opened near each other..."

"I'm afraid of friction and conflict in business. It would be painful for us ordinary people to watch," the old man sighed and shook his head.

These words resonated with many people around, who nodded and sighed in agreement.

Then, someone turned around and suddenly saw Wong Fei-hung and his group standing at the entrance of Po Chi Lam.

The air fell silent for a moment.

The neighbors who had been gossiping just moments before now all looked embarrassed.

Some quickly clasped their hands in a gesture of respect:

"Master Huang!"

"Good morning, Master Huang!"

Some smiled sheepishly, scratched the back of their heads, or pretended to cough and looked away.

Good morning, everyone. I'm just here to check in.

Huang Feihong himself was a little embarrassed, so he nodded to the neighbors as a return gesture.

He didn't linger any longer, parted the crowd, and walked towards the entrance of "Yiwen Medical Clinic" across the street.

Thirteen Aunt and the others quickly followed.

The closer you get to the entrance, the clearer you can see inside the clinic.

The interior furnishings were extremely simple, even rudimentary.

A table, two chairs, and almost nothing else.

There were no common mortars and pestles, scales, or medicine cabinets.

Is this a clinic? If you didn't know better, you'd think it was an empty room.

Even if it's a fortune teller setting up a stall, they should at least bring out tortoise shells and bamboo sticks, right?

then.

Huang Feihong's gaze fell on the person sitting behind the table.

The man was dressed in a strange Western-style outfit, with books spread out in front of him, and was taking people's pulses and asking them questions.

A handsome face, calm eyes, and distinctive short hair.

"Chen Wen?!"

As soon as Aunt Thirteen saw the man, she instinctively cried out, quickly covered her mouth, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"How could it be him!"