My Dreamy Doctor Chapter 515-516

 Chapter 515

The reason why Wang Yi Cheng dared to kill back to the East China Sea with such fanfare this time.


        It was because he had brought two grand master level senior uncles south.


        The one in front of him was his third senior uncle, named Yan Liang.


        Ten years ago, he was already a Grand Master, and his fist was capable of cracking mountains and rocks!


        Yan Liang laughed out loud to himself, "There are people outside of people and mountains outside of mountains."


        "Before I left the division, I also thought that with our two Grand Masters pressing for you this time, I would definitely be able to get you justice."


        "But this trip to the East Sea is just too deep."


        "The strength of that group of people just now is already so high, not to mention that Li Hang behind them."


        "This Li Hang is not simple, never simple!"


        "But, second senior brother died under Li Hang."


        "Tian Forgetting Xi was not well educated and arrogant."


        "If he hadn't trespassed into someone's home, threatened his family and severely injured his aunt, then would Li Hang have dealt a death blow!"


        Hearing this, Wang Yi Cheng lowered his head.


        Yan Liang was right.


        The second senior brother, Tian Zhixi, was already a Grand Master at a young age because of his outstanding natural talent.


        Usually inside the sect, he was arrogant and arrogant, and he did not know how lightly he hit, and would often beat up his fellow disciples and brothers, causing serious injuries.


        And to be precise, Tian Forgetfulness was not killed by Li Hang's hand.


        When the two of them went back to the north, he and Tian Mianxi were only seriously injured and did not die.


        He died because he was infuriated and could not control his emotions, and finally vomited blood in grief and anger.


        Yan Liang said coldly, "This Li Hang, will give us this gift."


        "It means that this matter is not as simple as it seems."


        "Let's go back to the north first and investigate how exactly the Wang family was exterminated?"


        "And your father, where exactly is he now?"


        "If he's still alive, let's find him first!"


        Just then, Wang Yicheng's fifth senior uncle suddenly said, "Senior brother, come and take a look."


        Yan Liang and Wang Yicheng walked over and found that next to the two corpses, there was a letter.


        After opening the letter, Wang Yicheng's eyes were growing wider and wider, and his anger was burning brightly.


        "The Hou Clan! Hou Rui Nian, you son of a bitch! Old fox!"


        Wang Yicheng was furious.


        Yan Liang was also gloomy and said, "Go, hurry back to the division!"


        ......


        Zhao Qian went home.


        He had now become a ruined man.


        The bones in both of his hands, though reattached by the doctor.


        But the tendons in his hands had been broken.


        Even holding chopsticks with both hands is now very difficult.


        Not to mention fighting with the enemy.


        He was already very weak.


        Now it was even more impossible for him to have the cheek to stay in the training ground and eat the empty money.


        Zhao Qian took the bus alone and returned to the small mountain village where he was born and raised.


        His bag was simple, all in a backpack on his shoulder.


        The bus slowly drove away, and Zhao Qian walked slowly along a winding concrete mountain road.


        Not long after, a small silver car drove up behind him.


        This small car was a national brand, and a model that Zhao Qian used to dream of owning.


        The small car slowly drove over and stopped beside Zhao Qian.


        The car window was lowered and a man with a cigarette in his mouth was seen poking his head out.


        "Yo, isn't this Zhao Qian? I heard that you and your brother made a lot of money going to the big city of East China Sea!"


        "Last night, your dad was sitting at the entrance of the village and bragging that you had bought a BMW, where's the car, why haven't you seen it?"


        The owner of the small car was called Zhao Sanguang, and was from the same village as Zhao Qian.


        Their family and Zhao Qian's family, have always had conflicts.


        When they were young, the two families even had a big fight.


        Zhao Qian ignored him and continued to walk forward.


        "Eh, there are still a few kilometres from here to the village, so I'll give you a lift."


Chapter 516

Zhao Sanguang drove the car very slowly on purpose.


        He stretched out a hand and put it on the car window, smugly.


        The eyes inside that looked at Zhao Qian were full of disdain and contempt.


        Seeing that Zhao Qian didn't say anything, Zhao Sanguang suddenly said.


        "Oh, by the way, you're back just in time."


        "Tomorrow, is the big wedding day for Cuihua and me, you must come!"


        "You're Cuihua's ex-boyfriend, without you, this wedding would be meaningless."


        Zhao Qian didn't stop, he walked faster and faster, running behind him as fast as he could.


        The faster he ran, the faster he went.


        He wanted the cold mountain wind to blow the tears out of his eyes!


        "Hahahahaha! You run slowly, I'm going back to the village first!"


        Zhao Sanguang drove the car away, laughing all the way.


        What was left behind was the unpleasant smell of car exhaust.


        Zhao Qian returned to the village.


        A long way away, under the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, he saw a few old people, sitting around and chatting.


        One of them, an old man with white hair and wearing blue cloth, was Zhao Qian's father.


        The old men were talking enthusiastically when someone suddenly spotted Zhao Qian and immediately stood up and pointed at Zhao Qian at the entrance of the village and shouted out.


        "Zhao Laojiu, your son who made a lot of money in the big city is back, but that BMW you said, I haven't seen it, where is the car?"


        "The old man has been bragging all his life, when did he ever take his words seriously."


        "His son was originally a gangster, he couldn't make it in our village anymore, so he ran away to the big city."


        "These days, it's better to work in the fields than to beg for money in the big city."


        The people in the village, you said one thing and I said another.


        Zhao Laojiu, who was still excited to talk about Zhao Qian, was also a bit dazed the moment he saw his son.


        He had only spoken to Zhao Si on the phone yesterday.


        During the phone call, Zhao Si had made it very clear that his son was now making a lot of money and driving a foreign brand of luxury car.


        But at this moment, Zhao Qian was walking alone on the road. The clothes he was wearing were similar to those of a civilian worker.


        And the clothes on this body, which looked like what a rich man in the city wore?


        Zhao Laojiu hurriedly ran over to him.


        As he grabbed Zhao Qian's hand, he found his son's hand, sheepish and weak.


        "Son, what's wrong with you, what happened to your hand?"


        As he spoke, a group of villagers who had nothing better to do than to watch the fun gathered around.


        The village's clay doctor, after taking a few glances at Zhao Qian, slapped his thighs and said, "Aiya, what a sin, this child's hand is ruined!"


        The village was not big.


        The story of Zhao Qian being beaten and crippled in the big city spread at once.


        Some time ago, Zhao Qian's mother fell ill and borrowed a lot of money from the village and her own relatives.


        Originally, everyone was hoping that Zhao Qian would earn money in the big city and be able to pay off these debts.


        Now once they heard that Zhao Qian's hand was ruined, they all flocked to the courtyard of their home.


        "Zhao Laojiu, didn't you say that your son was making a lot of money in the big city?"


        "You dead liar, give me back my money!"


        "You Zhao Laojiu! You haven't said a word of truth in all these years."


        "If you hadn't said your son could pay back the money, which one of us would be willing to lend it to a raggedy household like you!"


        "Pay back the money!"


        "Pay back the money!"


        "Pay back the money!"


        Zhao Laojiu's rough hands, covering his dry, cracked face, cowered alone in the dark corner of his hall.


        "Stop the noise!"


        Zhao Qian stood at the entrance to his family's yard and let loose a roar.


        "My father owes you money, and I will pay it back."


        No sooner had Zhao Qian said this than someone grabbed a pile of cow dung and smashed it on top of him!


        "Who are you to pay back?!"