Chapter Forty-Nine: A Most Satisfying Resolution

“How can a villain like him still dare to open a clinic in the village? He sure has some nerve! Now that Brother Wenguo is here to settle the score, he’s as good as dead!”

“This is truly satisfying,” Wu Rui said excitedly.

She still couldn’t forget the last time at the hospital, when Lu Hao had cured the young master of the Song Corporation of Thai sorcery with his silver needles, and Director Zhao Qiang’s attitude toward her afterward.

It was infuriating! And it was all because of Lu Hao.

At this moment, Xu Juan also spoke up.

“To be honest, a man like Lu Hao deserves to disappear from this world. After being with Sun Wenguo for a while, I finally know what it feels like to be a happy woman with a capable man.”

Hearing this, Wu Rui sneered inwardly. Capable man? Sun Wenguo, that good-for-nothing—if it weren’t for his father and his family, what prospects would he have?

But now, with Xu Juan clinging to the Sun family’s big tree, Wu Rui dared not offend her.

“Juan, you’re right. Thankfully, you listened to me and ditched that useless loser Lu Hao. Otherwise, you’d still be living a miserable life.”

Xu Juan nodded earnestly, glancing at her friend, her eyes brimming with happiness.

“Mm, I’m lucky to have a friend like you. Otherwise, I’d have spent my whole life slaving away in the Lu family. Even if he’s opened a clinic now, it won’t make any difference.”

“I could never be happy with him.”

Wu Rui smiled at her words, stood up, and took Xu Juan’s hand. “Alright, Juan, let’s go see how your future husband teaches your ex-boyfriend a lesson. Hahaha.”

...

By this time, a large crowd had already gathered in front of Lu Hao’s Azure Dragon Clinic.

Lu Hao clenched his fists, his face dark, and pointed at Sun Wenguo and his group. “Sun Wenguo, get out.

Today is my opening day—I really don’t want things to get ugly.”

After all, Lu Hao’s clinic was meant for treating the villagers. If there was violence and bloodshed on the very first day, who would dare come again?

But Sun Wenguo misunderstood, thinking Lu Hao was scared.

Sun Wenguo sneered. “Scared now? Too late!

When you swaggered up to our house, blocking our door, did you think this day would come? As long as the Sun family is in Peach Blossom Village, you’ll never get to open your clinic for a single day.”

“Do it!”

Sun Wenguo didn’t bother wasting words. At his command, the thugs he’d brought surged toward Lu Hao.

But in that instant, a shadow flashed past Lu Hao, intercepting the thugs before they could reach him.

A flurry of blows rang out—smack, smack, smack...

Before anyone could react, all the thugs Sun Wenguo had brought were sprawled on the ground.

No one even saw how they’d been taken down.

They noticed that Song Xiong, who had been standing behind Lu Hao, was now standing elsewhere.

His hands were still in his pockets, his face wearing a glacial, disdainful sneer.

“I’ve already said it: anyone who dares harm Dr. Lu today will regret ever coming here,” Song Xiong said coldly.

Lu Hao looked at Song Xiong in astonishment—even he hadn’t seen Song Xiong move!

To Lu Hao, this was terrifying.

After all, Song Xiong was just an ordinary man, while he himself had inherited the Azure Dragon legacy, mastering both ancient medicine and martial arts—there was simply no comparison between them.

Though he hadn’t practiced many of the martial arts in the Azure Dragon legacy, he was confident he could take on a dozen street thugs alone.

But even with his golden needles, he could never be this quick and decisive.

At that moment, Uncle Wang, standing nearby, looked on with a trace of wariness in his eyes.

“He’s a second-tier master—he’s cultivated both internal and hidden strength...”

Lu Hao was surprised—Uncle Wang knew Song Xiong’s martial rank?

“I didn’t expect to meet a fellow expert who recognizes the signs.” Song Xiong, having overheard, turned to Uncle Wang with a polite smile.

Uncle Wang quickly waved his hands modestly. “I’m no man of the martial world. In my youth, sheltered by my family, I learned boxing from a few masters and heard them talk about the traits of second-tier experts. That knowledge finally comes in handy.”

Lu Hao immediately asked, “Second-tier master? How are these ranks divided?”

Wang De thought for a moment before replying, “As I recall, in the martial world, there are four tiers. The fourth tier is just a bit stronger than a national-level boxing champion.

As for the higher ranks, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you more when we have time.

But in short, with someone like Mr. Song, a second-tier master, dealing with these thugs is a breeze. I didn’t expect you to have such powerful friends, young Lu Hao.”

Lu Hao nodded and smiled. “Mr. Song, thank you.”

Song Xiong replied, “Don’t worry, Dr. Lu. As long as I’m here today, these petty scoundrels won’t dare make another move.

If they refuse to apologize, I’ll make them regret ever coming into this world.”

Sun Wenguo was clearly in shock—his men had dropped as if struck dead, not one of them able to get up.

His face turned pale.

“You... What’s wrong with you all? Get up, now!” Sun Wenguo shouted frantically, pushing and shaking his men, but none responded.

“Hmph, you still don’t get it? Fine, I’ll make you understand!” Song Xiong roared, strode over, and grabbed Sun Wenguo like a helpless chick.

He dragged Sun Wenguo before Lu Hao, then kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel.

“Now, apologize to Dr. Lu! If you don’t, I’ll break your arm!” Song Xiong snarled, seizing Sun Wenguo’s arm with a fearsome grip.

Lu Hao looked at Sun Wenguo kneeling before him, feeling dazed.

Who would have thought that the man who once strutted about, snatching away his girlfriend, would now be on his knees, reduced to a pitiful dog?

And to think, he now had so many influential friends by his side.

Lu Hao never expected this turn of events.

“Wenguo! Wenguo! Darling, what happened? Darling!”

At that moment, a woman’s anxious voice came from inside the clinic.

It was Xu Juan!