I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Outside the inpatient building, the sunlight was somewhat dazzling.

Qin Feng led Su Qingxue out of the revolving door.

The air was less oppressive and filled with the smell of medicine that is typical of the ICU, and more filled with the hustle and bustle of the world.

Su Qingxue took a deep breath, about to say something, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She instinctively gripped Qin Feng's forearm, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

"Don't be afraid."

Qin Feng patted the back of her hand and looked straight ahead.

The driveway directly opposite the gate, which should have been a green lane for ambulances, was now completely blocked by a shiny black stretch Lincoln.

Two rows of bodyguards in black suits wearing sunglasses stood beside the car, their arms crossed in front of them, forming a human wall that forced passing patients and their families to walk around it, hugging the wall.

The atmosphere was imposing.

In front of the extended luxury car, there was a custom-made high-end electric wheelchair.

The person sitting in the wheelchair was wrapped in thick medical gauze from head to toe, looking just like a mummy that had just been unearthed.

Only the left eye had a hole left, revealing a cloudy eyeball covered in bloodshot veins.

The person pushing the wheelchair handles was neither a bodyguard nor a caregiver.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Tang suit and with his hair neatly combed.

Su Tianxiao.

The head of a collateral branch of the Su family, a ruthless figure whose every move shakes the entire Sichuan province.

At this moment, however, he was like the most loving old father, bending down slightly to help the person in the wheelchair adjust the blanket on their knees.

"It's a small world when enemies meet." Qin Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of amusement.

Su Qingxue's body trembled slightly; it was fear etched into her very bones.

It seemed to sense their arrival.

The "mummy" in the wheelchair suddenly turned its head.

The moment that single eye saw Qin Feng, it suddenly became bloodshot, and its pupil contracted violently.

"Ugh... Ugh!!"

Su Wenbin struggled violently in his wheelchair.

Because he had no legs, his lower body could only writhe helplessly on that expensive cushion, like a maggot whose body had been severed and was writhing in pain under the sun.

The violent movement aggravated the wound, and fresh blood quickly seeped into the white gauze, staining a large area red.

"It's...it's you!!"

Su Wenbin let out a hissing, whistling sound, his voice muffled and laced with a chilling malice, as the muscles around his mouth were gnawed apart by insects.

"Dad! It's him! He's the one who ruined me!!"

Su Wenbin frantically pounded on the wheelchair armrest with his only remaining left hand, breaking his nails and leaving bloodstains everywhere.

"Kill him! Let him die! I want to eat his flesh!!"

His frenzied appearance frightened several children passing by, who burst into tears.

The crowd immediately dispersed, forming a vacuum, pointing and whispering in their direction, but no one dared to take a single step closer.

Su Tianxiao did not look at Qin Feng.

He reached out a hand and pressed it heavily on his son's shoulder.

That hand was long and powerful, carrying an irresistible aura.

"Quiet."

Two words.

Without any emotional fluctuation, he froze the crazed Su Wenbin on the spot.

Su Wenbin was breathing heavily, his one eye filled with resentment and fear, but his body seemed to have been drained of strength, and he slumped in his wheelchair, not daring to make a sound.

Su Tianxiao then slowly straightened up.

He turned around, a warm and welcoming smile on his face.

His smile was perfect, every wrinkle at the corner of his eyes exuding kindness, as if the person who had just been yelling about killing someone on the phone wasn't him at all.

"Young friend Qin."

Su Tianxiao pushed the wheelchair and took two steps forward to meet them, his voice loud and clear:

"We've finally met in person. We couldn't reach an agreement on the phone, but we unexpectedly bumped into each other around the corner. In Buddhism, this is called karmic connection."

The doctors and nurses around gasped.

Su Tianxiao?!

Many people recognized the face that frequently appeared in financial news and charity galas.

This is a real big shot!

He was actually being so polite to a young man dressed in cheap clothes? He even went up to him and greeted him?

"Fate?"

Qin Feng stood on the steps, looking down at the father and son. "I thought this was called 'a good dog doesn't block the way.'"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

That's insane!

Su Tianxiao's smile remained unchanged, and not even his eyes flickered.

"It's normal for young people to have a short temper."

Su Tianxiao said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Su Qingxue behind Qin Feng. He nodded like an elder looking at a junior, "This must be Qingxue, right? You've suffered so much all these years. Now that you're back, we're family."

Su Qingxue shrank behind Qin Feng, not daring to look at him at all.

Su Tianxiao didn't care, and looked at Qin Feng again, his tone becoming sincere:

"Young friend Qin, everything before was a misunderstanding. Wenbin was ignorant and offended you, and you've seen the consequences now; he's getting his just desserts."

"I am someone who cherishes talent."

Su Tianxiao spread his arms wide, appearing extremely magnanimous: "Whether it's your discerning eye for treasures or your miraculous medical skills, young friend Qin is a genius I've never seen before in my life."

"As long as you nod, all the previous unpleasantness will be wiped away."

Su Tianxiao raised his voice a few decibels, making sure everyone present could hear him clearly:

"The position of the Su family's chief retainer is yours. An annual salary of 100 million, luxury houses and cars to choose from, and the Su family's resources in the southwest are at your disposal."

"Whoosh—"

The entire area outside the hospital was in an uproar.

One billion!

The Su family's chief retainer!

This is practically a meteoric rise!

Many people here could never earn this much in ten lifetimes.

Everyone stared at Qin Feng with envy, jealousy, and hatred, wishing they could rush up and agree on his behalf.

Even Su Wenbin, in his wheelchair, was stunned, looking up at his father in disbelief:

"Dad? You..."

Su Tianxiao smiled and extended his right hand.

That hand was extremely well-maintained, with neatly trimmed nails and clear lines on the palm.

Suspended in mid-air.

They awaited Qin Feng's handshake and reconciliation.

This is a gesture.

In Su Tianxiao's view, young people care about face and money.

He gave them plenty of face and gave them enough money.

Even if it's a blood feud involving the murder of one's father, one can still sit down and have a cup of tea.

Qin Feng looked at the outstretched hand.

Didn't move.

He put one hand in his pocket and slowly pulled a pack of wet wipes out of his pants pocket with the other.

"Tear".

The sound of the packaging bag being torn open was particularly jarring in the quiet atmosphere.

Qin Feng took out a wet wipe, but instead of shaking Su Tianxiao's hand, he carefully and meticulously wiped each of his fingers.

Wipe from fingertips to between fingers, and then to the palm.

It's like you've touched something extremely dirty.

Su Tianxiao's hand remained suspended in mid-air for five seconds, then ten seconds.

The smile on his face finally crumbled, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Young friend Qin, what does this mean?" Su Tianxiao's voice turned deep.

After wiping his hands, Qin Feng casually tossed the wet wipe into the nearby recycling bin.

"Clang!"

He clapped his hands, then raised his eyelids and said with a look of disgust:

"Mr. Su, I'm really sorry."

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness."

"Some hands were so dirty, covered in the stench of sewers and the fishy smell of human blood buns. I was afraid that if I touched them, I wouldn't be able to scrub them off even with a steel wool pad."

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Qin Feng as if he were a madman.

What...what is he doing?

He refused a hundred million?

And publicly humiliated Su Tianxiao for his dirty hands?

Su Tianxiao withdrew his hand, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He had never been humiliated in public like this before in his entire life.

"Qin Feng! You're asking for death!!"

Su Wenbin, in his wheelchair, completely lost it.

The insult to his father was worse than death to him.

He twisted his body frantically, and blood seeping from under the gauze dripped onto the ground along the edge of the wheelchair.

"Kill him! Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!!"

Qin Feng turned his head and his gaze fell on the once arrogant young master Su.

In that instant, a golden light flashed in Qin Feng's pupils.

[Divine Eye Activated]

[Target: Su Wenbin]

[Status: Double leg amputation, deep facial infection, and backlash from Nanyang black magic.]

[Details: Maggots have infested the inside of the wound, and the rotting flesh is decaying.]

Qin Feng sniffed, his brows furrowed, and raised his hand to fan the air in front of his nose.

"It smells really strong."

Qin Feng took a step back, his voice not loud, but carrying a nauseatingly real quality: "Young Master Su, didn't you have a caregiver clean your wounds before you left?"

"What did you say?!" Su Wenbin roared.

"That smell of fermenting rotten meat."

Qin Feng pointed to the blood-soaked gauze on Su Wenbin's face and earnestly explained, "Also, didn't you hear me?"

"What?" Su Wenbin was taken aback.

"Shh...shh..."

Qin Feng imitated the faint sound, pointing to his cheek: "That's the sound of maggots gnawing at your cheekbone. Judging from the noise, there's at least one nest, having a party right under your skin."

That sentence immediately conjured up a vivid image.

The people around instinctively looked at Su Wenbin's face.

They hadn't noticed it before, but now, after Qin Feng's reminder, everyone seemed to really smell a stench.

It was the stench of rotting meat mixed with pus and excrement.

"vomit--"

The nurse who was closest to the patient couldn't help but gag, covering her mouth.

That dry heave was like lighting a fuse.

The crowd retreated five or six meters in a flash, covering their mouths and noses, their eyes filled with disgust.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a rich young master.

It's like looking at a talking lump of rotten flesh, a walking pile of garbage.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Su Wenbin broke down.

He could endure a broken leg, he could endure disfigurement, but he could not endure being looked at as "dirty stuff" by the whole world.

That deep-seated inferiority and shame completely shattered his last psychological defenses.

"Nonsense! You're lying! I didn't! I didn't have maggots!!"

Su Wenbin frantically scratched at the gauze on his face, trying to prove that he was clean.

"Sizzle!"

A corner of the gauze was torn open.

Several thin, black, thread-like things emerged frantically from the rolled-up red flesh and quickly disappeared into the deeper, bloody hole.

It's confirmed.

"Oh my god! There really are bugs!"

"This is disgusting! Let's get out of here!"

"This guy is absolutely rotten!"

The murmurs buzzed like flies.

Su Tianxiao's face turned ashen. He abruptly pulled over the blanket he had just tidied up and shoved it over Su Wenbin's head, covering his repulsive face.

"That's enough!"

Su Tianxiao turned his head and stared at Qin Feng with a sinister gaze.

Those eyes no longer held the feigned smile; only naked killing intent remained.

"Qin Feng, your mouth really should be sewn shut." Su Tianxiao's voice was icy.

Qin Feng shrugged and smiled nonchalantly:

"That depends on whether you have the ability."