Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

For the entire morning, not a single patient came to the clinic for treatment.

Chen Wenqi then casually picked up a medical book from the medicine shelf and began to study it.

He occasionally chatted idly with Ding Yaqin beside him.

It wasn't until almost lunchtime that we continued.

The two then each picked up their prepared lunchboxes.

They walked side by side toward the nearest staff canteen, No. 3.

The third canteen was already bustling with activity and noise.

The day shift workers had already formed a long queue.

Waiting to get food and eat.

Chen Wenqi and Ding Yaqin also joined the queue.

Moving forward slowly, step by step.

The food serving window on the other side of the cafeteria.

Sha Zhu was waving a large iron spoon.

They served food to the workers who were queuing up.

If you happen to encounter a young female worker you know well or are on good terms with.

The spoon in his hand would be scooped up to the brim, almost overflowing.

But what if he encounters a male worker with whom he has a bad relationship and who is always against him?

His hand holding the spoon looked as if he had suddenly developed severe Parkinson's disease.

It kept shaking uncontrollably.

Originally, it was just a solid spoonful of rice and vegetables.

After he shook it repeatedly.

Only a pitiful less than a third remained.

The male workers who were deliberately harassed were already harboring a burning anger.

But they could only be angry but dared not speak out.

He could only silently remember everything that Sha Zhu had done.

Soon it was Ding Yaqin's turn to get her food.

Sha Zhu looked up and saw that the person who came was Ding Yaqin.

His eyes suddenly emitted an unusual light.

Oh, Dr. Ding, you're here to get food in the cafeteria too?

You look so thin and frail.

You need to eat more nutritious food to replenish your body!

Before he could finish speaking, he scooped up a large spoonful of food.

With a clatter, they were all slammed into Ding Yaqin's lunchbox.

The food was piled up like a small mountain.

The juice from the food almost spilled out from the edge of the lunchbox.

"Thank you," Ding Yaqin replied politely in a soft voice.

However, he maintained a calm expression on his face.

There weren't many unnecessary facial expressions.

She still maintained a cold and aloof demeanor.

Sha Zhu's frivolous, smirking, and malicious demeanor always made her feel uncomfortable and inexplicably awkward.

Since she was assigned to work at the steel rolling mill, almost the entire factory has been in an uproar because of her arrival.

Ding Yaqin's appearance was so outstanding and dazzling that her temperament was on a completely different level from that of the other female workers in the factory.

She was not only highly educated but also a professional doctor who graduated from a proper medical school. Her appearance and figure were also stunning, attracting many male employees in the factory to rack their brains to find various excuses to go to the clinic.

Over time, Ding Yaqin had no choice but to deliberately keep a straight face all day long and rarely showed a smile.

It wasn't until Chen Wenqi was transferred to the steel rolling mill's medical clinic that a rare smile occasionally appeared on her usually aloof face.

After getting her food, Ding Yaqin quietly stepped aside and waited silently for Chen Wenqi.

Sha Zhu turned his head and saw Chen Wenqi standing behind him. He was obviously stunned for a moment, then his brows furrowed tightly and his face showed displeasure.

He turned to Chen Wenqi and asked, "What are you doing here at our steel rolling mill?"

Sha Zhu and Chen Wenqi had a strained relationship, and Sha Zhu was always at odds with Chen Wenqi. In particular, Sha Zhu had suffered losses in previous conflicts. Although he knew that he had started the trouble, he still couldn't get over the resentment.

Chen Wenqi replied coldly, "What's it to you? I want a serving of cabbage, a serving of shredded potatoes, and two steamed buns."

Sha Zhu scoffed disdainfully, picked out two of the smallest steamed buns from the steamer, casually tossed them into Chen Wenqi's lunchbox, then scooped up a large spoonful of vegetables and deliberately began to shake his wrist vigorously.

Vegetable leaves and soup dripped down, leaving only a few lonely vegetable leaves in the lunchbox, a pitifully small amount.

Chen Wenqi looked at his childish and deliberate provocation expressionlessly, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said, "Silly Zhu, do you have Parkinson's in your hand? Do you need me to treat it?"

Sha Zhu impatiently pushed the few remaining vegetable leaves in the lunchbox aside, and deliberately tilted his hand so that all the vegetable leaves would fall to the ground, leaving the lunchbox completely empty.

Chen Wenqi stood still, showing no intention of leaving.

"What are you all standing there for? Can't you see how many people are queuing up behind you?" Sha Zhu immediately shooed them away, thinking to himself: This cafeteria is my territory. I'll make sure you don't eat to your heart's content today, or I'll change my surname to yours.

"Since you're not providing enough food, then give me back my meal tickets." Chen Wenqi's eyes gradually turned cold.

"That's all. Take it or leave it. Get lost." Sha Zhu retorted fiercely.

"Silly Zhu, do you have to be so ruthless?" Chen Wenqi's voice was now tinged with a chilling coldness.

"What? I'm the boss of the cafeteria! I'm telling you right now, as long as I, Sha Zhu, am around, you can forget about getting a full meal here!" Before Sha Zhu could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

With a strong yank, he stumbled and lost his balance. Chen Wenqi used the momentum to pull him out of the food serving window.

With a muffled thud, Sha Zhu landed solidly on the concrete floor.

"Ouch! You little bastard, I'll kill you today!" Sha Zhu howled in pain, got up, and swung his fist at Chen Wenqi's face.

"Slap!" Chen Wenqi slapped Sha Zhu hard across the face with his backhand.

This blow sent Sha Zhu staggering backward, his steps faltering, until he collapsed to the ground once more.

Sha Zhu screamed and tried to struggle to get up, but then there was another muffled "smack" as Chen Wenqi kicked him in the cheek.

He had just propped himself up halfway when he was kicked back down.

Sha Zhu was still unwilling to give up and struggled desperately on the ground. Chen Wenqi simply lifted his foot and stepped on his back.

The force was like a mountain pressing down on him, rendering him completely immobile.

"Let me go! Let me go, ah—" The workers watching from all around cheered with satisfaction, their faces showing a look of glee.

They'd wanted to teach that arrogant fool Zhu a lesson for a long time, but no one dared to actually do it. Now it seems Zhu's really messed up.

"Chen Wenqi, you bastard, let me go if you dare!" Sha Zhu continued to curse and swear without restraint.

"Shazhu, I've never provoked you," Chen Wenqi shouted sternly, his voice firm and forceful. "Yet you keep causing me trouble time and time again. Do you really think I'm a pushover?"

"You bastard, you're really asking for trouble!"

"Stop! What's all this noise and commotion about?" Just then, a dignified voice came from outside the crowd.

Several security officers escorted a middle-aged man in his forties as he walked over, and the crowd immediately made way for him.

Chen Wenqi looked up and recognized the person who had come—it was Li Huaide, the deputy factory director in charge of logistics.

Upon seeing the leader arrive, Chen Wenqi slowly removed his foot from Sha Zhu's back.

Sha Zhu suddenly felt a lightness in his body and lay on the ground panting heavily.

"What's going on? Which workshop does this young man work in? How can he just hit someone like that?" Li Huaide asked with a furrowed brow and a serious expression.

"May I ask who you are?" Chen Wenqi asked in a humble yet assertive manner.

"This is Deputy Director Li from our steel rolling mill," the attendant quickly introduced.

"Hello, Director Li, I am Chen Wenqi, the head of the medical office who was seconded from the military hospital." Chen Wenqi politely introduced himself.

"Oh? You're Comrade Chen Wenqi? I didn't expect you to be so young."

Li Huaide originally thought he was just a clerical cadre in the propaganda department, after all, the young man had fair skin and a refined appearance, and did not look like someone who did manual labor on the front line. He did not expect that he was actually the director who was seconded from the military hospital.

What kind of place is a military hospital? How could someone so young become a director, with a rank only half a level lower than his own? Li Huaide didn't believe that he didn't have some connections or background behind him.

"Comrade Chen Wenqi, what exactly happened?" After learning the other party's identity, Li Huaide's tone softened considerably, and he was eager to find out the whole story.

"Here's what happened, Director Li." Chen Wenqi recounted in detail how Sha Zhu deliberately shook the spoon to take away food, how he boasted that the canteen was his territory, and how he threatened to not let him eat his fill.

He then added in a deep voice:

"Director Li, judging from He Yuzhu's actions just now, this is clearly not the first time he has done this in the factory. Withholding workers' rations is, to put it bluntly, undermining socialism and hindering national construction. His intentions are despicable."

I even suspect that He Yuzhu might be a special enemy agent engaged in sabotage.

"Whoa—" These words immediately caused an uproar and sparked a chorus of discussion.

Enraged, Sha Zhu jumped up and down, pointing at Chen Wenqi and cursing, "Chen Wenqi, I'll fuck your ancestors! How dare you slander me! I'll kill you!"

Enraged, Sha Zhu grabbed the heavy iron ladle beside him, aimed it at the back of Chen Wenqi's head, and slammed it down with all his might.

At this moment, Chen Wenqi was packing his things with his back to him, completely unaware of the danger behind him.

Ding Yaqin, who was not far away, spotted the dangerous scene and turned pale with fright. She cried out in a shrill voice, "Chen Wenqi, get out of the way! Watch out behind you!"

Chen Wenqi, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning his head, he suddenly dodged to the side, and his right leg lashed out like a steel whip, delivering a powerful back kick that swept fiercely behind him with a whooshing sound.

Sha Zhu had only swung his spoon, which was full of power, halfway through when a heart-wrenching pain shot through his waist. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind him with a "boom," causing the plaster to fall off the wall.

Chen Wenqi lightly brushed the dust off his clothes, slowly turned around, glanced contemptuously at the slumped Sha Zhu, then turned to Li Huaide beside him, his tone calm yet exuding an undeniable composure:

"Director Li, you saw what happened just now. He Yuzhu clearly intended to commit violence and injure someone. My kick was purely in self-defense and was entirely legitimate."