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

The next day, before dawn.

A series of urgent and panicked knocking and shouting came from the entrance of Po Chi Lam.

"Master Huang! Master Huang! Open the door quickly! Help!"

Huang Feihong, who was an early riser, was stretching in the backyard when he heard the noise and quickly walked to the front hall.

Ling Yunkai had already opened the door, and there were seven or eight panicked laborers gathered outside, with a blood-soaked person being carried in the middle using a broken door panel.

The man had already lost consciousness, and blood was still flowing from his chest.

"What's going on?" Wong Fei-hung was immediately taken aback.

"Master Huang! It's that vegetable seller, Ah Gui!" a laborer hurriedly explained, "At the docks... he was shot by foreigners!"

Huang Feihong's expression changed, and without asking any more questions, he quickly checked the other person's condition.

The wound is below the left shoulder, near the chest. It is a serious injury, but fortunately, it can be treated.

"Kai, prepare hot water, a clean cloth, my medicine box, and the hemostatic powder and anesthetic powder I prepared last time! Quickly!" Huang Feihong ordered as he quickly undressed the injured man.

Ling Yunkai and Toothpick Su, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, immediately got to work.

Just as Wong Fei-hung was concentrating on removing the bullet and cleaning his wounds, another person rushed in from outside.

He was a large, stout man with an oily, sweaty face; he was Lin Shirong, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

As soon as he came in, he saw Toothbrush Su frantically handing over tools.

Lin Shirong was already anxious, and seeing Toothbrush Su's fake foreigner act only fueled his anger. He pointed at Toothbrush Su and started cursing:

"You fake foreigner! What kind of gibberish are you spouting?! This is Po Chi Lam! Speak human language! You can't even read all our characters, what are you showing off for!"

Toothpick Sue was stunned by his scolding, her face flushed red, and she stammered as she tried to retort:

"I...I..."

"Shi Rong!" Wong Fei-hung shouted in a low voice, his hands moving without stopping, his head not even raised, but his voice carrying an unquestionable severity.

"A-Su was just helping! He's your junior brother too! You can't read, yet you're mocking others for not being able to read properly?"

"They're all fellow disciples, why aren't they working together to save people instead of arguing?!"

Lin Shirong shrank back after being reprimanded by his master in front of everyone, but his face still showed resentment as he muttered:

"Master, I didn't mean to... I just... I've just been holding in my anger these past few days!"

"I ran into another fake foreigner in a Western-style suit on the street the other day; he was sharp-tongued and witty!"

"I get angry whenever I see these fake foreign devils!"

Huang Feihong ignored him and focused intently on the tweezers in his hands, painstakingly removing the bullet.

It was tossed into the copper basin next to it, making a soft clanging sound.

After cleaning the wound, applying medicine, and bandaging it, the injured man, A-Gui, finally had his breathing stabilize.

Although he is still unconscious, his life has been saved for the time being.

Huang Feihong then straightened up, let out a long sigh, and wiped the bloodstains from his hands with a cloth.

Turning to the laborers who had brought the people, he asked:

"What exactly happened? How did Ah Gui get shot and wounded by a foreigner?"

The laborers, one after another, recounted the general events with resentment and fear.

It turned out that Ah Gui was going to the dock to deliver fresh vegetables to the foreign ships that were moored there.

There were many foreign ships at the dock, flying flags of different colors.

Ah Gui and his men were illiterate and couldn't recognize those colorful foreign flags. They were supposed to deliver the vegetables to the American merchant ship.

As a result, they mistakenly boarded the wrong ship and ended up on a ship from the United States.

"Those foreign devils from the United States are really fierce!"

"He wouldn't listen to any explanations. Seeing Ah Gui and the others board the boat, he didn't say a word, just raised his hand and fired a shot!"

"Outrageous!" Lin Shirong's eyes widened in fury as he slammed his fist on the medicine cabinet beside him. "In broad daylight, on our own turf, they just randomly shoot and kill people?"

"Master! We can't let this go! I'll take some men to the docks right now and demand an explanation from those American devils!"

"Stop!" Wong Fei-hung shouted, his face equally grim.

"You're taking men with you? What for? To reason with foreigners' guns and cannons?"

"Ah Gui and his group boarded the wrong ship and trespassed, so they were definitely in the wrong. The foreigners were arrogant and fired shots, treating human life like dirt; naturally, they were the ones who were brutal and unreasonable."

"But what's the point of you rushing in now, except making things worse and potentially hurting or killing more brothers?"

Lin Shirong, his neck stiff, his face full of resentment:

"So... so we're just going to leave it at that? Ah Gui took that bullet for nothing?"

"Of course it doesn't count!" Wong Fei-hung took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and sense of powerlessness.

"I'm going to the government! This matter must be handled by the authorities; they must negotiate with the foreign consulate!"

"At the very least, we need to get our medical expenses back and punish the person who fired the shot! Although..."

He didn't say the second half of his sentence, but everyone understood that it would be difficult to expect the imperial government to stand firm in front of foreigners.

Lin Shirong spat fiercely, knowing that his master was right.

But the burning anger inside was really unbearable.

He stomped his foot, didn't say hello, and stormed out of Po Chi Lam.

Huang Feihong watched his departing figure, then looked at Ah Gui, who was unconscious on the bed, and sighed.

After giving Ling Yunkai a few instructions on taking good care of the injured, he hurriedly left and headed towards the yamen (government office).

Across the street, there is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Chen Wen opened his clinic as usual today.

The commotion at the entrance of Po Chi Lam was followed by the injured being carried inside. Lam Sai-wing stormed off, and Wong Fei-hung followed with a grave expression as he left.

He saw all of this.

"The story has begun!"

Chen Wen closed the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in his hand, knowing that it was time for him to make a move.

However, there were still a few people waiting outside who had heard that the medical care here was cheap and wanted to give it a try, so it was difficult for them to leave immediately.

I was just thinking about it.

He saw Ling Yunkai walk out of Baozhilin.

Chen Wen's eyes lit up, and he pulled him into the clinic.

"Brother Ling, can you do me a favor?"

Without saying a word, Chen Wen took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into Ling Yunkai's hand, who hadn't even reacted yet.

"You'll take my shifts for me, and remember! It'll cost one penny for a doctor's visit, or you can just shout slogans."

"And here's your pay for covering my shift!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ling Yunkai to refuse or ask any questions.

Chen Wen had already disappeared around the street corner in a few steps.

Ling Yunkai stood frozen in place, clutching the still-warm silver coin in his hand.

What... what's going on here?

How did I end up being the resident doctor at the clinic across the street?

He looked at the patients who had gathered around him, and then at the heavy silver in his hand.

My head was spinning.

But now that people have gathered around, he can't just leave.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and treat people.

the other side.

After leaving the clinic, Chen Wen did not go far, but went straight to the vicinity of Lin Shirong's pork stall.

I went straight to a teahouse and sat down quietly.

Sure enough, not long after, a chaotic commotion of shouts, curses, and running could be heard from afar.

Liang Kuanzheng was running towards them for his life.

"Liang Kuan, you're not getting away!"

"You're dead today!"

The Shahe Gang members were chasing him relentlessly, cursing and swearing as they went.

"Oh no, oh no... Ouch!"

Liang Kuan was completely panicked and accidentally bumped into a fat man, falling flat on his backside.

Lin Shirong was already furious because of what happened that morning.

Seeing the Shahe Gang chasing people all the way to his stall, his anger flared up instantly.

He slammed the cleaver down on the cutting board, then stepped forward, his large frame blocking Liang Kuan's path, glaring at the pursuing Shahe gang members:

"What are you doing! The Shahe Gang is causing trouble on my turf?"