My brother is so cunning

Chapter 81: The Suspected Perverted Murderous Doctor

"Fellow Daoist, when the human body is seriously injured, it can produce a substance called 'adrenaline'. This substance is secreted in large quantities when a person's life is hanging by a thread and stimulates life potential. It can suppress pain and strengthen already exhausted organs..."

Wen Rui patiently explained to the wounded man, "You must have participated in the demon hunting or monster slaying teams organized by various sects and experienced actual combat, right? Have you ever seen some brave people who were seriously injured but fought bravely and defeated the enemy, but soon fell down and died soon after the battle?"

The wounded man nodded subconsciously, but immediately shook his head and said, "No, there are no obvious wounds on my body. I feel that I am in good condition, and I didn't find any internal injuries..."

At this point, the wounded man seemed to realize that he had let the cat out of the bag. He knew clearly that his injury was not serious, but he still ran to the emergency room, revealing his petty-minded mentality of wanting to take advantage of the cheap assistance promised by the Chamber of Commerce so as to save the money of buying elixirs from the Yuding Immortal Sect.

Wen Rui's expression turned serious, and he said in a cold voice: "If you think you are not seriously injured, then why are you rushing here? There are still many seriously injured people waiting in line for rescue outside, shouldn't you give way?"

"Uh... I..." The wounded man was speechless for a moment, his neck stiffened and he said, "Your Chamber of Commerce has no rules that people with minor injuries like me cannot come. Instead of wasting time arguing with me to drive me away, you might as well give me some free medicine and send me away quickly!"

Cheng Ziwei, who was standing by, couldn't help but get angry when she saw him being so lazy.

Judging from the man's attire, he was also a disciple of the famous Jinting Immortal Sect. However, in order to gain an advantage, he ignored the fact that many of his fellow practitioners outside were anxiously waiting for treatment and their lives were hanging by a thread. Although his injuries were obviously not serious, he cut in line and asked for medicine.

Cheng Ziwei had seen such ungentlemanly monks from righteous sects before, and there were quite a few of them.

After all, there are all kinds of birds in the forest. The monks have not yet become immortals, and they are still human beings in essence. The orthodox teachings are not as strict as the Western teachings. Even though the Western teachings claim to promote morality, there are also a large number of descendants of Poxun among their disciples.

If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. It is inevitable that there are bad people among the disciples.

The standard for selecting disciples in the Chan sect places more emphasis on race. If the disciple is of the human race, the requirements in other aspects can be slightly lowered, and it is okay to have double standards.

Shen Gongbao, a narrow-minded and low-character villain, could become a genuine disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun. He stirred up trouble and caused great disasters during the Conferred God Tribulation. It should have been a light sentence for him to be sent to the Avici Hell, but in the end he was able to be conferred a god. I don't know whether it was because Yuanshi Tianzun was protecting his own son or he was just an undercover agent who had infiltrated the enemy.

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstood. What I meant was that you hit the mark by accident. In fact, you came to the right place. You are seriously injured and on the verge of death!"

Wen Rui grinned: "If you think your injury is not serious and don't take it seriously, and just apply some medicine, once the effect of adrenaline wears off and the hidden injury breaks out, then even gods can't save you and you will die immediately."

"Clam?"

The injured man was stunned: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm fine, how come I'm seriously injured and dying, even gods can't save me?"

"Hurry up and lie down. I will open your chest and repair the damaged heart. It will be too late if you delay!"

Wen Rui said anxiously: "Oh, with such a serious injury, I am not completely confident. Even though there is only a 20% to 30% chance of success, I have to try my best."

"Wait, wait!" The wounded man struggled to jump off the operating table. "I don't want you to treat me anymore. You're a quack who talks nonsense. You make even good people sick."

"Pfft~"

Cheng Ziwei couldn't help but sneered. She had understood the purpose of Wen Rui's words, and secretly praised Boss Wen. This verbal threat easily persuaded the scoundrel who was slightly injured to use medical resources to retreat, and taught him a small lesson. It was really smart.

Wen Rui also muttered in a low voice: "You cowardly rat are courting death."

The man was walking to the door of the emergency room. After all, practitioners have keen senses, but he heard Cheng Ziwei's sneer and Wen Rui's sarcasm. He turned around in anger and lay on the operating table again.

"You laughed at me just now, didn't you?" He glared at Cheng Ziwei and continued, "What did you say just now? What do you mean by saying that I am a cowardly rat who is seeking my own death?"

Cheng Ziwei felt angry and embarrassed by the glare, and regretted that she couldn't hold back her laughter. She was caught by this scoundrel and actually stayed here and wasted time.

Wen Rui remained calm and shrugged, saying, "What I mean is that you are afraid of seeing a doctor. You are afraid of seeing a doctor even though you are sick. If you walk out of this emergency room, you will lose your last 30% chance of survival. Isn't that courting death?"

"Hey, you're pretty tough!"

The man laughed angrily: "According to you, shouldn't I leave? If I leave, I will die? Then I will listen to you and not leave! Do you think I'm stupid? I don't know that you are here to scare me? I want to see how you cut me open and treat my so-called hidden injuries!"

Wen Rui's smile widened, with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes: "Hey, that's right, it's good that you figured it out. Doctors are kind-hearted, I have good intentions, and I can't bear to see you die in vain. Even if there is only a 30% chance, I should at least try to save you."

The man was stunned when he heard the words, and felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He saw the needle of the syringe held by the mechanical arm pierced into his artery. As the medicine in the syringe was pushed into the blood vessel, he collapsed on the operating table with a dazed look in his eyes.

Cheng Ziwei was also stunned. This time she completely didn't understand what Wen Rui was going to do. Wasn't he going to threaten and scare away the scoundrel?
"Should I send for someone to carry him away?"

The girl asked tentatively. She thought about it again and felt that Boss Wen might be afraid that he would cause trouble, so he knocked him out.

However, Wen Rui ignored her questions and picked up the scalpel, cutting a wound on the wounded man's chest with one cut!
He skillfully cut through the skin, muscles, fat and pleura, revealing the white ribs. The auxiliary robotic arm of the intelligent automatic operating table extended a bone saw, sawed through the man's ribs, and finally presented the beating heart before his eyes.

Cheng Ziwei is not a professional doctor. From an amateur's perspective, there seems to be nothing wrong with the heart. The hidden injury that Wen Rui mentioned does not exist at all.

She couldn't help but fall into deep confusion, with countless questions circling in her mind:

The heartbeat was strong and steady, and there was obviously nothing wrong. Could it be that the man really had a hidden injury, but I couldn't see it because I didn't know medicine?
This person's behavior is so bad, and Boss Wen doesn't seem like the type of person who would repay kindness with evil, so how could he be so kind as to insist on treating him?

No way, you wouldn't stab someone in the heart just to punish a scoundrel, right?
The girl couldn't help but glance at Wen Rui's face, but found a strange expression on that face, an expression she had never seen on Wen Rui's face before.

Boss Wen usually has a humble and kind smile on his face, but one can vaguely sense that his smile is not sincere, but it is not particularly deliberate either.

At this moment he seemed very happy, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, his eyes revealed a strange light of excitement and impending satisfaction, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was deliberately suppressing the impulse of ecstasy.

In short, it looks a bit like a pervert who is slowly falling into madness and satisfying some kind of addiction!
(End of this chapter)