Volume One, Chapter 11: Yuezhou People's Hospital
Of course, this kind of talk was only meant for Officer Xie’s ears; it wouldn’t be said if Zheng Yongnian were still around during the preliminary investigation.
After a while, Zheng Yongnian left.
Ye Lin greeted Officer Xie as well, then followed Huang Xuliang to the hospital to visit Old He.
Old He, being quite elderly, had suffered a minor bone fracture from a kick by Wang Erbao and was now lying in the hospital.
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Orthopedics Department, Yuezhou People’s Hospital.
When Huang Xuliang brought Ye Lin inside, Old He was cheerfully lying on the bed, showing no sign of pain.
Sitting beside him was a woman in her fifties, Wang Guihua, Old He’s wife, who kept muttering complaints.
“Look at you—so old, yet still chasing wanted criminals. Wouldn’t it have been better to try some mediation?”
“And your chief, next time I’m definitely going to scold him. What kind of business is this? Does he even let people live?”
The old lady’s nagging didn’t cease, clearly displeased with Old He’s injury.
Ye Lin, standing outside, felt a headache coming on.
“Oh, Sister-in-law is here too,” Huang Xuliang said as he carried a basket of fruit and rushed inside; Ye Lin could only follow.
“Hmph.” Wang Guihua turned her head coldly and gave them her back.
“Look at you, the leader comes and you don’t even offer a glass of water,” Old He scolded.
But Wang Guihua just glared at him, and Old He shivered in fear, quickly sitting back down.
“You, at your age, just being difficult,” Wang Guihua said as she turned and left.
Before leaving, she glanced at Ye Lin with a hint of suspicion.
“Is this the young Ye?”
“Madam, I’m Ye Lin,” he replied respectfully.
Wang Guihua rarely smiled, but now a faint smile appeared. “Young Ye, sit down. We owe you a debt—if not for you, Old He would be lost. Sit, I’ll get you some water.”
“Heh, this old woman, getting older but still temperamental.”
“Come, sit wherever you like.”
Seeing his wife leave, Old He quickly gestured for them to sit.
Ye Lin carefully examined Old He using his master-level bone-setting technique, inspecting him thoroughly. The ribs on his chest were slightly fractured, but otherwise, he was quite healthy for his age.
“Master, I don’t think it’s serious,” Ye Lin said.
He Xinmin chuckled foolishly, “I’m just enjoying some benefits. Haven’t been injured in all these years.”
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“Damn!” Ye Lin flipped him the middle finger.
Huang Xuliang smiled like a laughing Buddha. “If you’re injured, you should rest.”
“Old He, I reckon you’re bound to get a third-class merit this time.”
Hearing this, He Xinmin’s grin stretched wide as he rubbed his hands together.
“Didn’t expect that—being over fifty and still having a chance to earn merit.”
“You should thank young Ye. Wang Erbao confessed; if not for Ye, he would have been silenced for sure.”
At this, He Xinmin’s expression stiffened, a wave of fear washing over him. The smile froze on his face.
Just then, Wang Guihua came in.
“Here, have some water, Young Ye.”
“Instructor, would you like some too?”
Wang Guihua’s attitude was clear-cut, showing different faces to Ye Lin and Huang Xuliang.
“Ah, outside there’s a little kid, not even a year old, with a dislocated arm, crying terribly.”
“No doctors around?” Ye Lin asked casually.
“They say there was a car accident. Several doctors on duty went over, but there aren’t enough hands. They’ll have to wait.”
“Poor kid, so young, doesn’t understand anything, just knows pain—and cries until her mother’s heart breaks.”
“They almost begged the nurses to help, but without doctors, there’s nothing they can do.”
Wang Guihua sighed deeply, filled with sympathy.
Ye Lin’s mind stirred. “I’ll just go to the restroom.”
Old He nodded, continuing to chat idly with Instructor Huang.
Outside, the lobby echoed with the child’s sharp cries.
Ye Lin walked over and saw a couple holding a little girl, about one year old. Her right wrist was swollen, and she was wailing loudly.
The mother comforted her while wiping away tears.
The father stood nearby, helpless and scratching his head anxiously.
“When will the doctor be back?” he asked a nurse.
The nurse looked helpless and apologetic. “I just contacted the doctor. There’s a traffic jam; it will probably be another hour.”
“An hour? My child’s in unbearable pain! Look at her, just look!”
“I don’t care—I want to see a leader. If no one comes, I’ll smash this hospital.”
The father’s desperation grew as his child’s cries weakened, and he was on the verge of collapse.
He spoke more and more agitatedly, waving his hands wildly toward the nurse.
The young nurse couldn’t take it; she felt dizzy from his shaking and tried to push him away.
The father, already emotional, suddenly felt a rush of blood to his head. Swinging his arm, he slapped the nurse across the face.
“Ah—!”
The situation escalated from a medical emergency to a fight, causing the crowd around to scream in shock.
The nurse was grabbed by the arm, unable to dodge, about to be struck again.
“Smack!”
Suddenly, a powerful kick landed firmly on the father’s hand, like a god descending from the heavens.
It was Ye Lin arriving just in time, his Ghost Foot Seven technique showing its prowess.
“Stop!”
Ye Lin shouted fiercely.
The father paused, looking at his hand, then slowly realized what had happened.
He quickly released the nurse, bowing repeatedly in apology.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I lost control, I lost control. I shouldn’t have hit anyone.”
“I just heard my child crying and felt so bad,” the father said, then crouched down, covering his face as he sobbed.
Seeing such a grown man so broken, the nurse’s expression softened, and she said guiltily, “Really sorry. The doctors aren’t here yet; you’ll just have to wait a bit longer. Please don’t be anxious.”
Ye Lin had intended to lecture the man further but felt awkward seeing his state.
“Let me take a look at the child.” Ye Lin approached the mother.
The mother, her face filled with sorrow, thought Ye Lin was just doing his duty as a policeman to assess the situation. She was also worried about her husband being taken away, so she quickly pointed to the child’s wrist.
“Officer, my husband was just anxious. Look at the child’s wrist—it’s swollen terribly.”
Ye Lin looked closely. The child’s once rosy arm was swollen around the wrist, the pale skin turning bluish-purple.
Without hesitation, Ye Lin activated his bone-setting skill.
From what he saw, the child’s wrist was dislocated with a slight fracture, no wonder she was crying so painfully.
“Looks like the child really has a dislocated wrist,” Ye Lin said softly as he knelt down and gently reached out.
The mother thought Ye Lin was simply verifying the injury, so she continued explaining quietly nearby.