"Let me see who the hell dares to kick my uncle out!"
Before the words even finished echoing, a heavyset man in a black suit barged in with a swagger that screamed "I don't give a damn."
The Yellow Hair Man was about to turn around and curse at whoever had the audacity to act so arrogantly—but the moment he saw the giant trailing behind the man, he swallowed his words.
The heavyset man leading the way looked like your typical tough guy, nothing too intimidating—after all, the Yellow Hair Man was no stranger to gangsters himself. But the towering figure behind him? That was a whole different story. The guy was built like a damn glitch in reality.
As the giant stepped into the hospital room, his head nearly scraped the ceiling. His arms were thicker than the Yellow Hair Man’s thighs—absurd.
The Yellow Hair Man had never in his life seen someone so terrifying. Just looking at the guy made his legs wobble with the uncontrollable urge to kneel. Especially when the giant narrowed his eyes slightly—he looked straight out of a period drama, like a ruthless bandit leader who’d slit throats without blinking.
"W-who the hell are you?" the Yellow Hair Man forced out, trying to sound tough.
Ma Da didn’t even glance at him. He strode straight to Zhang Tao, yanking him up before the younger man could process what was happening. "Tao, your bro’s got your back now! Let’s see which blind idiot dares to mess with your old man!"
His gaze swept the room before landing on the Yellow Hair Man, who’d been trying to steal the hospital bed.
Zhang Tao was stunned. "M-Ma… Ma Da?"
Ma Da waved him off. "Relax. The young miss sent me. You should’ve told me sooner about your family trouble—I got chewed out for not knowing—"
He cut himself off. "Whatever, not important."
Turning back to the Yellow Hair Man, he growled, "So, was it you trying to take my uncle’s bed?"
The Yellow Hair Man stammered, "H-he didn’t pay—"
"Pay?!"
Ma Da didn’t bother listening. He spat out two words: "Kneel. Now."
The Yellow Hair Man and his lackeys froze.
Before they could react, a massive shadow loomed behind them.
Ji Yu, clearly well-practiced, delivered a swift kick to the back of each man’s knees.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Yellow Hair Man and his two cronies dropped to the floor in unison, kneeling at the foot of the hospital bed.
One of the tattooed lackeys had faced the wrong direction, so Ji Yu helpfully adjusted him, making sure all three were lined up neatly before rumbling, "Ma Da, they’re kneeling."
The rest of the room gaped in shock.
Humiliated but too scared to fight back, the Yellow Hair Man and his crew stayed put.
Zhang Hong, lying in the bed, had never seen anything like this. Nervously, he asked, "Tao… what’s going on?"
Zhang Tao had no idea how to explain. He just patted his father’s shoulder. "Dad, you’re tired. Go to sleep."
Zhang Hong: "…"
Ji Yu flashed the old farmer a grin—though to Zhang Hong, it looked more like a nightmare.
Zhang Hong: "Tao, I am tired." He promptly shut his eyes.
Ji Yu: "…"
Seriously? Am I that scary?
I’m just a good boy who listens, behaves, and eats everything in sight.
Director Liu, ignored until now, finally snapped. "What do you think you’re doing? This is a hospital, not some back-alley brawl! And they didn’t pay—we’re just following protocol!"
Ma Da stalked over. "Short on cash, huh?"
He snapped his fingers.
A subordinate in black hurried forward with a briefcase, popping it open to reveal stacks of crisp bills—close to a million yuan at a glance.
Ma Da grabbed a wad and smacked it against Director Liu’s forehead.
"Enough?"
"Still not enough?"
He slapped another stack onto the man’s head.
"Enough now?"
"Need more?"
Seven or eight slaps later, Director Liu’s head was crowned with a tower of cash, sweat pouring down his face as he stood rigid.
Ma Da, unsatisfied, upended the entire briefcase over him.
"Now is it enough?!"
The room fell dead silent. Even the hospital security guards were speechless—their first thought wasn’t sympathy for Director Liu, but Why isn’t he throwing money at us instead?
"Money’s no issue. I’ve got one demand: fix my uncle up, and move him to a private suite."
Ma Da yanked Director Liu closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’ll let the earlier disrespect slide—for now. Whether you keep your job depends on how well you handle this. Disappoint us, and…"
Right on cue, Ji Yu picked up a stainless steel cup from the bedside, weighed it in his palm, then clenched his fist.
SCREEE—CRUNCH!
The sound of metal warping made everyone’s teeth ache.
The cup was now a crumpled ball of scrap.
The room collectively gasped.
What kind of monster—?!
Ji Yu cheerfully offered the mangled metal to Director Liu, beaming like a kid handing over a handmade gift. "Doc, my mama said you gotta bring presents when askin’ for favors. Made this just for ya!"
When Director Liu didn’t take it, Ji Yu nudged it closer. "C’mon, take it! Shaped it real round for ya—could even use it for self-defense!"
He added thoughtfully, "Oh, and doc, I’m real strong. Can mold it into any shape ya like. Want me to… uh… shape it like a head? The ball, I mean!"
Director Liu’s legs gave out, nearly buckling.
"I—I’ll arrange everything! VIP room, top specialists, best treatment—immediately!"
Ma Da nodded, satisfied. "That’s more like it. Get to it."
Director Liu and the guards bolted like their lives depended on it.
Ji Yu, disappointed his "gift" was rejected, tossed the metal ball aside. It clattered at the Yellow Hair Man’s feet, making him flinch and start kowtowing frantically.
"W-we’re sorry, boss! We won’t do it again!"
"Please let us go!"
Ma Da snorted. "Scram."
The trio scrambled out like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
After leaving one of his men to watch over Zhang Hong, Ma Da pulled Zhang Tao outside.
"Brace yourself," Ma Da said bluntly. "The young miss is pissed."
Zhang Tao’s stomach dropped. "Ma Da… how do I make it up to her?"
Ma Da sighed. "Write an essay."
Zhang Tao blinked. "An… essay?"
"It's about writing a self-criticism report. It will be posted on the company's internal forum. You hid something and didn’t report it, and the young lady is furious. She’s decided to have it pinned at the top of the intranet for a month."
"I’ve even drafted the general outline for you: 'I, Zhang Tao, knowingly concealed the serious illness of a family member, disregarding company regulations. The company explicitly states that core members are entitled to full medical reimbursement for immediate family members, yet I turned a blind eye and deliberately withheld this information—a grave offense! As punishment, I am fined one hundred yuan to serve as a warning. If this happens again, stricter measures will be taken!'"
