Chapter 746: Chapter 746
Zhang Zhengchang is such a character, sigh...
Originally, he had announced his withdrawal from the affairs of Yangzhou and secluded himself from the world, but when he saw Chen Yuanyuan being bullied, that ingrained mentality of clinging to powerful coattails in officialdom still kicked in.
So, habitual thinking, sometimes it can really harm a person.
In his eyes, Xiang Wenxin was nothing more than a nurse. What was she being so arrogant about? If he got irritated, he could take her to bed, play with her—in just a minute!
Moreover, he was in a very good mood today, having just had a private health check-up. The doctor told him he was recovering well, and that he'd be discharged in a few days.
Of course, the medical treatment he enjoyed here was superior and not only would he be reimbursed in full, but he could also claim an additional hospital allowance.
The benefits for officials, both during and after their tenure, are truly beyond the comprehension of mere mortals—ah, with the economy so difficult, they can't do without a single benefit due to them, but does it matter if you're short a thousand or ten thousand of what you need?
Here, Zhang Zhengchang has used the very best imported medicine, completely eschewing any exaggerated claims of superiority of traditional Chinese medicine. His medication included nutrients for health and vitality, agents to promote healing and regeneration of injuries, and stimulants for nerve and blood vessel vigor.
Don't say it, but ever since his admission, this old bastard had not only recovered quickly, but also seemed more spirited, even looking younger—never mind the cost, but it in no way affected his own pocket!
He was just passing through the garden, getting ready to walk back to his villa. Just a few days ago, his nuts were done in by Lu Yumei, and now he had recovered enough to walk on his own. Hence, one must believe in science, believe in modern medicine—let's not talk about Western medicine, shall we? So-called Western medicine is just modern medicine, synonymous with scientific analysis, reasoning, experimental and clinical data.
Xiang Wenxin saw this and realized the guy she had kicked unconscious might be somebody significant, and this old fellow still wanted to cling to his family's coattails?
Xiang Wenxin wasn't intimidated at all. While taking out her cell phone ready to make a call, she said to Zhang Zhengchang, "You old fart, you dare curse at me, huh? You've got yourself into some real trouble now, big trouble."
"Pah!" Zhang Zhengchang barked arrogantly just like a shrew scolding on the streets, "You cheap bitch, playing nurse so long your brain's gone haywire, is that it? Don't you even know who you've offended today! The one in trouble is you, you're finished, huh..."
After his rant, he started calling out for security: "Come quickly, there's a patient being bullied here! Restrain her and take her to the police station for questioning! There's someone injured and unconscious, in need of an ambulance! We're by the left-hand side garden in the parking lot!"
Following this commotion, Zhang Zhengchang glared at Xiang Wenxin, smiling coldly, "You cheap bitch, you're done for today!"
"You shameless old jerk, what a foul mouth! You dare insult your own auntie! Did I give you face?!"
Xiang Wenxin was furious. She couldn't be bothered with the phone and charged toward him, grabbed Zhang Zhengchang's collar, and slapped him across the face twice.
Zhang Zhengchang couldn't dodge or withstand Xiang Wenxin's strength; those two slaps had swollen his face, broke the skin inside his mouth, and knocked out two of his teeth.
Xiang Wenxin didn't care about any of that, after the two slaps, she kicked him right in the stomach, sending him tumbling into a bed of flowers.
The old bastard flipped like a turtle, limbs in the air, his stomach aching, his mouth and face hurting. He whined in pain, struggling to get up, looking every bit the miserable old tortoise indeed.
Xiang Wenxin dusted off her hands, "Beating up garbage like you really dirties my hands!"
Then, she turned and strutted away.
Meanwhile, by the time two strong security guards from the hospital arrived, Xiang Wenxin was nowhere to be seen.
Zhang Zhengchang was helped to his feet, spitting blood, ranting furiously: "What are you all good for? The assailant has fled, and now you come? Go chase after her! That way, she ran that way!!!"
The two security guards, upon witnessing the scene, bolted after her—there was not a single patient here they could afford to offend!
Behind them, the emergency medical team also arrived. What could they do but rush to transport Chen Yuanyuan onto a stretcher and off for emergency care?
As for Zhang Zhengchang, he was also followed closely. While clutching his stomach, he walked with the support of a nurse who tried to stem the bleeding from his mouth. Still, Zhang Zhengchang couldn't stop his bluster: "Must catch her, can't let that cheap bitch nurse get away, damn, she really thinks she can turn the world upside down..."
Even the nurse trying to stop the bleeding couldn't help but interrupt, "Sir, please be quiet. You can't stop the bleeding , please!"
"Oh... Uh..." Zhang Zhengchang finally regained his senses, feeling the pain, twisting his mouth in agony, and dared not shout any longer.
In such a spectacle, you'd want to write a poem—forget it, just applaud and laugh; they did look pretty pathetic.
When privileged individuals like Zhang Zhengchang and Chen Yuanyuan meet an Iron Fist woman like Xiang Wenxin, isn't the outcome obvious?
It's true, people won't die if they don't seek trouble... Official source ıs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Despite being the Southern Country's number one beauty, Xiang Wenxin might not be very tall, but she's in great shape—soon she was out of sight, and then she hailed a cab and left.
She even called Liu Zhizhong directly, not bothering with anybody else's number. Isn't that interesting? How much trust does she place in Little Zhongzi?