The Crazy Son-In-Law

“I will see what I can do. How else could it be resolved?” Xiao Shun said with a light smile.

“Let’s not talk about this now. I want to transfer some people from Gumble Property to Starline to help us watch over things for the time being, until the Zhuang Jin thing is resolved and I’ll give these people back to you.”

“No problem, just transfer whoever you think is suitable,” Song Qingzhou generously said.

“Thanks, Mr. Song.”

“Will you just feel uncomfortable without causing trouble? It’s only been a few days of peace…”

“Mr. Song, my signal is bad, I’ll hang up first.”

“…”

Afterward, he called Gumble Property and found Bear, asking him to bring some people and equipment to report to Starline. Bear readily agreed.

Although the company had a security team, the number of people was limited, and almost all of them had little practical experience.

Usually, they could be useful for catching thieves, but they were not so reliable for guarding the factory.

Zhu Que was a little weak on her own, but once the talisman was ready, she would feel more at ease.

Although Wang Ye’s illness was temporarily suppressed with Xiao Shun’s help, he was still old and his body wasn’t as good as before. He usually didn’t practice at Goodhealth Herbs but rested at a residence called Bamboo Court. If they did not have any important patients, he wouldn’t see anyone.

When Xiao Shun arrived at Bamboo Court, Wang Ye’s disciple Cao Yuande was already waiting at the door.

“Mr. Xiao, you’re finally here,” Cao Yuande respectfully greeted.

“How has your master been lately?”

Recently Xiao Shun had rarely met Wang Ye when picking up medicinal materials at Goodhealth Herbs, so he asked.

“Thank you for your concern, everything is fine,” Cao Yuande replied with a smile.

Xiao Shun nodded and followed Cao Yuande into the courtyard.

Bamboo Court had a pretty antique garden-like design, with green tiles and white walls, and a pretty deep courtyard, bright and elegant. The courtyard was full of bamboo, quiet and peaceful, an ideal place for enjoying twilight years.

“Mr. Xiao, it’s been a while, and you’re still as radiant as ever.”

Wang Ye looked well today, his voice booming with energy.

“Mr. Wang, don’t be so formal with me. I’ve taken advantage of your Goodhealth Herbs quite a few times. Let me see the patient,” Xiao Shun said with a smile.

Wang Ye also smiled, “Follow me.”

“If even Mr. Wang can’t help, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything either.”

Xiao Shun gave a preemptive disclaimer; he wasn’t yet capable of bringing the dead back to life with his current level of cultivation.

“You’re too modest, Mr. Xiao. I’m nothing compared to you.”

The two exchanged pleasantries and entered a bedroom where they soon met the patient.

A thin, gaunt middle-aged man with sunken eyes lay on the bed, looking somewhat familiar, but Xiao Shun couldn’t recall where he had seen him before.

When the middle-aged man saw Wang Ye and Xiao Shun entering the room, he nodded with difficulty, his eyes filled with despair.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“This is the doctor I found for you, Mr. Xiao. If even he can’t cure you, I’m afraid there’s no one in the world who can help,” Wang Ye subtly praised Xiao Shun.

“Mr. Wang, you flatter me. Let me first take your pulse,” Xiao Shun said with a light smile.

The middle-aged man’s eyes revealed a hint of distrust.

“No need. My body is hopeless. If even Mr. Wang couldn’t help me, I’m afraid no one really can. But I still want to thank Mr. Wang for your kindness.”

“If it weren’t for Song Zhenhai, do you think I’d want to deal with this mess?” Wang Ye snorted coldly, not holding back at all.

The middle-aged man didn’t get angry but instead pulled up the corners of his mouth in a wry smile. “Mr. Wang has been working tirelessly for me recently. I am eternally grateful, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay you in this lifetime…”

“Enough, enough,” Wang Ye waved his hand, interrupting him. “Let Mr. Xiao examine you first. If it really doesn’t work, you can just find a place to await death.”

“Duan Jia? The King of Bodyguards?” Xiao Shun looked at the middle-aged man again, quickly recalling the time he had seen him at Shadow Stage when Song Qingzhou brought the King of Bodyguards, Duan Jia, to compete in the arena. Back then, he was full of vigor and vitality, but now he was emaciated and barely recognizable, which was why Xiao Shun hadn’t recognized him at first.

“Do you recognize me?” Duan Jia asked.

“I saw you at the Willow Creep arena,” Xiao Shun replied with a faint smile, then sat down beside him and began to take his pulse.

“The person before you is this year’s Shadow Stage champion, the legendary Mr. Xiao,” Wang Ye said, stroking his beard. This fact was no longer a secret among the wealthiest and most powerful circles in Stillwater.

Duan Jia’s eyes brightened with disbelief. “I never expected that you’d be the one who defeated Sikong Chen. You’re so young; you must have a great future ahead of you. I’m fortunate to meet you today.” He paused before asking, “You also know medicine?”

“Don’t talk for now,” Xiao Shun advised, surprised to find that the famous King of Bodyguards was quite chatty. Duan Jia immediately fell silent.

“Was it at Shadow Stage that you got injured?” Xiao Shun asked.

“Yes, what a shame. I was defeated by Sikong Chen’s move,” Duan Jia replied with a bitter smile. Sikong Chen had shown no mercy when he struck him down, severing his muscles in the process. Since then, Song Qingzhou had taken him to several hospitals, but none could heal his injuries, until he was recently brought to Goodhealth Herbs.

For a martial artist to lose their power was akin to losing their legs, and the anguish was unimaginable.

“Mr. Xiao, can you cure him?” Wang Ye asked.

No wonder Wang Ye had been at a loss; his body now was a total mess, which was indeed a tricky problem.

“Yes, but it won’t be a quick fix. It will take some time,” Xiao Shun said. “I’ll start with acupuncture and then I will give him herbal medicine. In about a month, he should be mostly healed, but regaining his previous strength will require additional training.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Jia’s eyes sparkled with incredulity, and he excitedly said, “Can you really cure me? If you can, I will be forever indebted to you, and I’m willing to serve you in any capacity…”

“Calm down,” Xiao Shun said with a faint smile, then turned to Wang Ye. “Please prepare the acupuncture needles for me.”

Meanwhile, on the road leading to Starline, dozens of vehicles roared forward, forming an imposing procession. As they pulled to a stop in front of the company, over a hundred men armed with machetes, clubs, and other weapons stepped out, their murderous intent palpable.

Leading them was a young man in his thirties with a small mustache, wearing a black mink coat and a flashy floral shirt underneath. A thick gold chain around his neck was especially eye-catching. He was a capable fighter under Zhuang Jin, and his code name Crazy Hand. Known for his ruthless and cruel nature, he was responsible for all sorts of dirty jobs.

Crazy Hand swaggered toward the entrance, his arm around a flamboyantly dressed young woman. Over a hundred menacing henchmen followed closely behind him, an air of malevolence surrounding them.