Peninsula: My pet is my idol

(Chapter 19, A10:B0.)

The more empathetic a person is, the more difficult it will be for them to survive in society. Even if they are not doing well themselves, they still feel compassion for others.

But so what?

It is the long-term education and environment that have shaped each person into who they are today, striving to become an upright and kind person as much as possible.

Many people have no choice but to protect themselves and take care of their own safety.

What if there were a choice?

If given the ability and the choice, most people would make the kind choice.

Master He is a very empathetic person, which is why he accepted Tang Xin as a student.

An outlier among doctors, doing things that are not typical of people of his social class.

Tang Xin also has a high level of empathy, which is why Master He scolded him for having "mediocre medical talent" because he always sympathized with patients.

Despite his complaints about Tang Xin, Master He never tried to persuade him to quit.

Tang Xin decided to step in to help because he saw the struggle, heard the cries of pain, and cared about the suffering of someone unrelated to him.

Just like how Master He was willing to help a child who had nowhere else to turn back then.

Just like at the beginning of the month, Tang Xin was willing to turn back downstairs in the midst of a blizzard just to take one more look at the dying kitten in the snow.

……

While running forward with her schoolbag on her back, she pulled out a large acupuncture needle from a hidden compartment in her schoolbag.

The needle is large, four inches long and several centimeters long. It has a handle at the end for easy gripping.

Tang Xin held several large needles in his hand, like short, sharp weapons.

"oi!"

A schoolbag flew towards one of the four people and hit him in the face.

"Damn it! I learned this move from the Dragon Continent! Word of Power: Rain of Pear Blossom Needles!"

Hey, surname Tang + medical skills = knowledge of hidden weapons.

That makes sense, right?

In the darkness, two large needles shot out and accurately pierced the cheeks of the two people.

Tang Xin's hands and fingers have developed remarkable grip strength and finger strength due to long-term acupuncture and massage services.

He grabbed the wrist of the remaining person with his left hand, pressed his palm onto the table, and plunged a large needle into it with his right hand.

A needle, as thick as three millimeters, pierced the young man's palm and also penetrated two centimeters of the wooden tabletop.

With a flick of his wrists, two more large needles fell into his palms.

Tang Xin strode forward, pulled the large needles from their faces, and then frantically stabbed their arms repeatedly.

He looked like a murderous maniac who had run out of the snowy night.

His expression was ferocious, and he acted swiftly and decisively without the slightest hesitation.

In winter, when clothes are thick, the length of a large needle is just right to injure someone without killing them.

The person who was knocked down by the backpack got up and hit Tang Xin hard on the head with a wine bottle.

With a "bang," the bottle shattered.

Tang Xin, unable to dodge in time, was hit on the head with a bottle.

He has never learned martial arts; he only knows how to attack, not how to defend, let alone dodge.

Throwing needles as a sneak attack works, but dodging bottles is no good.

Blood flowed from his head down his face and seeped into one of his eyes.

Tang Xin, who had been injured, experienced a renewed surge of adrenaline, which shut down her pain receptors.

The person pinned to the table by Tang Xin began to wail, attracting the attention of the other three.

Tang Xin was injured, and the three people opposite him were not in good shape either, because two of them had their faces pierced by Tang Xin's large needles, and their faces were bleeding.

"If I can pierce your faces, I can pierce your throats and eyes." Tang Xin gripped a large needle in each hand, assuming a fighting stance. "The shop owner has already called the police. You can still leave now."

He wasn't confident he could take on three or four opponents at once; this wasn't a movie!

Although Tang Xin herself shut down her sense of pain due to adrenaline, ... the person opposite her was also experiencing a surge of adrenaline and had no sense of pain!

If the attack continued, Tang Xin was afraid that she would lose control and end up stabbing the other person in the neck or eyes with a large needle.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

He knows how to inflict maximum damage on the opponent, but knowing this and controlling himself from doing so is difficult.

How could he know if the shop owner had called the police? He just wanted to get rid of the shop across the street as soon as possible.

The leader on the other side glanced at the down feathers exposed from the ripped holes in their down jackets by the large needles, and then at the blood on each other's faces, bodies, and hands.

After his expression shifted for a long time, he decided it was best to leave first.

"Let's go!" The leader added a threat before leaving: "Don't let me see you again in this area, you old bastard!"

Tang Xin didn't reply, but simply walked to the table.

Grab the wrist of the man whose palm was pierced, and pull it outwards suddenly!

The large needle cut open half of the palm, skin and flesh, through the gaps between the knuckles.

"Aa ...

The man's wails grew louder! He clutched his hand and collapsed to the ground in a sorry state.

Tang Xin stood still, like a large needle nailed to a table.

Without saying a word, they watched the four people leave, their eyes filled with hatred, as they helped each other away.

Tang Xin's tense body only relaxed after watching the four people completely disappear from sight.

With that sudden release, he staggered and fell onto the road in the winter night.

Anyone who has ever been in a fight knows that fighting is an extremely physically demanding activity. The massive energy expenditure and the side effects of adrenaline depletion can render a person incapable of fighting for a short period of time.

"No... I have to get up... No... Save him... I have to save him..."

Tang Xin struggled to her feet and slowly walked toward the middle-aged man lying in the snow.

The entire process of his fight was witnessed by a child.

The child would stand there blankly for a while, then look around, then scratch his head, then make a strange noise.

Autism.

……

"Master...are you asleep?...I'm...in the hospital..."

……

Master He drove his Mercedes at over 100 miles per hour, running several red lights in the city at night.

Like a race walker, he rushed into the emergency room where Tang Xin was. Master He raised his hand, about to slap him in the face.

Tang Xin had shaved his head because of a scalp wound. A large lump had swelled up on the top of his head, and bright red flesh and blood could be seen from the crack.

His pitiful appearance prevented Master He from actually slapping him.

Master He lowered his hand, pacing angrily in the emergency room, cursing in Chinese:

"You did a great job, Tang Xin!"

"Four people! You dared to charge at four people!"

"You're really something, aren't you? Oh my, the young man from Dongda University bravely rescued someone, a true hero, right?"

"Damn it! If Koreans are fighting Koreans, just let them die! Why bother with all the other stuff!"

"What's the point of making yourself look like this? Do you think you're so great? So righteous and kind, huh?"

"What kind of stupid autism is this? A stupid father who has an autistic child and still wants to support him? They should just die! Damn it, look at that stupid middle-aged man's clothes, he can't even afford medical bills!"

"Do you know what you're doing? You rushed in with two big needles, that's armed assault!"

"You! You!"

"If you kill someone, that's your responsibility. If you get killed, I'll feel it's my responsibility!"

"I'll feel like I shouldn't have brought you to Korea, I'll fucking..."

Before Master He could finish speaking, Tang Xin, who had stood up, hugged him.

"Master, it's alright, I'm fine. I saved someone. That person was really dying. I could tell they were about to die, I couldn't just not save them..."

Master He, who had been yelling like a shrew, finally calmed down.

He didn't really blame Tang Xin; he was just afraid of losing this precious apprentice.

He had no wife or children his whole life, and in his fifties, when he was supposed to know his destiny, he had this apprentice who didn't have much talent in medicine, but he still cherished him dearly.

He couldn't bear the pain of losing his child at nearly sixty years old.

That kind of pain was enough to drive a kind old man who was dedicated to healing and saving lives insane.

The emergency room doctors at the scene had met Master He before, and some had even seen him sitting next to the head of the table at large medical conferences.

The emergency room was crowded, but very quiet.

After calming down, Master He reached out and patted Tang Xin's face:

"After the New Year, move out of that run-down neighborhood you live in now. All sorts of social scum roam the streets. You hear me!"

"Yes, Master..." Tang Xin lowered her head, obedient and sensible.

"Traitor..."

After saying that, Master He walked out the door.

Watching her master's departing figure, Tang Xin asked, "Master, where are you going? Can you give me a ride home?"

"Take a taxi and get out!" Mr. He, who was very angry, said without even turning his head.

"oh……"

Master He, who had walked out the door, turned back, grabbed Tang Xin by the collar, and whispered in Chinese:

"Go and appease the victims' families, tell them they are not allowed to file lawsuits. You too, don't get involved in this. I'll deal with those guys myself, don't let law enforcement get involved."

"Master...no..."

"Do I need you to teach me how to do things? You unfilial disciple."

……

Tang Xin's late master once commented on He Dan: "It's fortunate that you, this rebellious disciple, studied medicine. Studying other professions would have been of no benefit to society!"

What is He Dan going to do, leaving Tang Xin alone in the hospital?

Of course, it's to stand up for my own apprentice!

If the younger one is beaten, shouldn't the older one step up?

"Those four trash from Sanma went mad after drinking some garbage horse piss. None of you will escape!"