Chapter 2: I Command My Fate, Not The Heavens!

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These small fry, Zhou Yang simply didn't take them seriously!

His movements were swift and shadowless, sharp and vicious. With a series of crackling sounds, in the blink of an eye, he had beaten four hoodlums to a cripple, leaving them wailing on the ground.

Zhou Fugui watched with his eyes wide and mouth agape, shocked yet proud. What had his son been through in prison to become so formidable!

Hu, terrified, also watched with his eyes wide and mouth agape, breaking out in cold sweat. As he watched Zhou Yang approaching, he fell to his knees, begging for mercy, "Zhou Yang, Boss Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I apologize to your family. Please spare me!"

"Too late!"

Zhou Yang, clenching Hu's neck, lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling, and gritted his teeth, "Dare to break my dad's leg, and I'll crush your neck!"

Hu gasped for air, his eyeballs bulging and his face turning purple red, on the verge of suffocating.

Wang Lanzhi came running in and, seeing this, she cried out in fear, "Child, you've just come out of jail, please don't kill anyone!"

Regaining his senses from the shock, Wang Fugui crawled on the ground, patting Zhou Yang's leg, shouting, "It was Gang who broke my leg, don't kill him, please don't kill anyone!"

Zhou Yang didn't want to kill someone in front of his parents, afraid of frightening them. Swallowing his rage, he let go.

Hu fell to the ground, lying there coughing violently and gasping for air, "Cough, cough, cough... We are not human, grateful... grateful for Mr. Zhou's mercy..."

Wang Lanzhi and Zhou Fugui's suspended hearts also eased.

Zhou Yang looked down at Hu kneeling before him and said, "I spared you guys because I didn't want bloodshed at home. For the sake of my parents' dignity, I'll give you the one million in full within three days. If you dare to harass us again, you won't be so lucky. Get lost!"

If Gang broke his father's leg, then he would break both of Gang's legs!

Hu and his lackeys scrambled away in a hurry.

Zhou Yang quickly lifted his father off the ground, placing him on the bed inside the room, then began to take his pulse and diagnose him.

A moment later, he had a verdict.

"My dad's health is fine, just a bit of high blood pressure. The medication he's been taking for the past few days caused some adverse reactions, resulting in a stomachache. I'll go buy some mild Chinese medicine for my dad later."

Zhou Fugui and Wang Lanzhi looked at each other in astonishment. When had their son learned medicine?

"Your dad has been complaining about stomach pain these past few days, it turns out it was the medication. When did you learn medicine, it's amazing!" Wang Lanzhi said with amazement and joy.

"While I was in prison, I learned some skills from an old gentleman."

As Zhou Yang spoke, he cut open the cast with a knife and checked his dad's leg, then sighed with relief, "It's just a fracture, nothing serious. I'll go to Jishi Medical Hall to buy some medicine and boil it into a medicinal plaster for his leg. With internal and external treatments, he'll heal in ten days."

Wang Lanzhi felt guilty as she touched the change in her pocket, which added up to just a few dollars, and said, "Yang, going to the medical hall to get the medicine must be expensive, right? These past few days have drained our savings for your dad's treatment..."

Zhou Fugui, trying to lighten the mood, said with a smile, "I'm fine, the bone will heal on its own. It's been a long time since we had a good talk, let's just chat."

Zhou Yang only had thirty dollars left in his pocket, which was what remained from the hundred dollars Su Xue had given him.

Ashamed of how he had let his parents down, his throat tightened, and tears threatened to spill. Afraid his parents would see, he turned away and walked outside.

"I have it, Mom, let's start cooking instead."

He once had a net worth of over a billion, and now with a new set of skills, if he couldn't even find the money to buy medicine for his dad, he might as well bash his head in!

Walking down the street making phone calls to borrow money, he headed towards the nearby Jishi Medical Hall.

After dozens of phone calls, he hadn't borrowed a single dime. Those who once owed him money had turned their backs, shamelessly denying their debts, even cursing at him.

Finally, he called his old friend Sun Kai, from whom he had the highest hopes.

After a brief conversation.

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Sun Kai, who once rose to power with the help of Zhou Yang, began to preach to Zhou Yang in a condescending tone.

"Zhou Yang, not everyone needs to be as generous and chivalrous as you. There's a saying, 'The wise adapt to the times.' I have a business cooperation with Li Ya, and lending you money would offend her," he said.

"Li Ya has entrusted me to advise you, after you get out of prison, that your era has passed. Stop struggling."

"As an old friend, I'm advising you. You have no chance to turn the tables. Instead of struggling like a clown, you might as well accept your fate. Being an ordinary person isn't so bad."

Zhou Yang responded, "Please tell Li Ya that I will soon come looking for her. She better think of a good explanation for me. If I'm not satisfied with her explanation, I will make her whole family regret coming into this world!"

He hung up the phone and reached the entrance of the Jishi Medical Hall.

Zhou Yang looked up at the signboard, wiped away his tears with his hand, and muttered to himself with resolute eyes, "Accept my fate? My destiny is mine to control, not heaven's!"

He entered the medical hall.

Zhou Yang picked up a pen, leaned over the counter, and swiftly wrote out a prescription list, handing it to the assistant. "Just these, tell me how much they cost."

The assistant calculated, "Not much, 458."

With only thirty dollars in his pocket, Zhou Yang said with slight difficulty, "Could you discuss with the boss if I can have a tab or, maybe, I can treat people here to pay for the medicine."

The assistant was startled and asked, "Do you have a medical practice license? How long have you been practicing medicine?"

"I..." Zhou Yang hesitated, then admitted, "I don't have a medical practice license, but I am proficient in Divine Medical Skills and can bring the dying back to life, mend flesh and knit bones."

"Are you making fun of me?" The assistant asked, his face changing.

Turning angry, the assistant crumpled the prescription list into a ball and threw it in Zhou Yang's face, cursing, "If you have no money, why grab medicine? Do you think this place runs on charity? You don't have a medical license, you're just a kid, and yet you brag about mastering Divine Medical Skills, claiming you can bring the dying back to life, mend flesh and knit bones! What rubbish, get out, get out, get out!"

The other assistants and customers in the medical hall burst into laughter upon seeing Zhou Yang's disgrace.

Zhou Yang bent down to pick up the crumbled paper, straightened up, and saw a burly and dignified middle-aged man carrying an old man on his back, running fast into the medical hall, followed by eight fierce bodyguards.

The burly, dignified middle-aged man shouted with a roar like a bell, "Chang Yunshan, get your ass down here right now! If my dad doesn't pull through, I'll tear down your medical hall!"

Inside the medical hall, there was an instant hush. No one dared to move.

Because this man was Hong Sanbao, a powerful underworld figure with significant influence.

Hong Sanbao carefully laid his father on the sofa in the hall of the medical hall.

Zhou Yang took a few steps closer and instantly knew, glancing at the old man, that he had been poisoned by medicine and was nearing death, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

Without a medical practice license, even if he wanted to offer treatment, the other side wouldn't agree. It was better to let the physicians of the medical hall take action.

The proprietor, Chang Yunshan, panicked, tumbling down the stairs, scrambling to come forward.

"Sir Bao... Sir Bao, this... what happened?" He stammered.

Hong Sanbao grabbed Chang Yunshan by the collar, lifting him up with a ferocious look as if he wanted to devour him, and gritted his teeth, "What kind of 'Divine Doctor of Yuncheng' are you? After taking the medicine you prescribed, my dad fell into a coma. If he doesn't make it, I'll tear down your medical hall and strip your skin!"

Chang Yunshan hastily took the old man's pulse, and suddenly looking up, sweat broke out on his forehead, his face ashen as he muttered:

"Dead... dead... how is this possible..."

Hong Sanbao was not someone to mess with, but he was famously filial to his father. Indeed, his dad had taken medicine from the medical hall. Now, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't clear himself. The medical hall and his entire family's lives were utterly doomed...

Upon hearing this, Hong Sanbao grew even more enraged. Once again grabbing Chang Yunshan by the collar, he gritted his teeth and said, "You've treated my dad to death, I'll kill your whole family!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch toward Chang Yunshan's head. Chang Yunshan was about to die right there.