Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 36 What the hell are you yelling about?

In the hospital ward, Xie Qing lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, like a sleeping beauty. His face was pale and fragile, making people feel sorry for him.

A young doctor gently pushed up his glasses, carefully examined the examination results in his hand, and then slowly spoke, "Mr. Huo, after a comprehensive examination and diagnosis, this gentleman has multiple abrasions and large bruises on his waist, but these are only minor external injuries and will not have a significant impact on his health."

The key issue lies in his left leg. A thorough examination revealed a severe fracture in his left leg, possibly due to inadequate subsequent treatment, leaving underlying risks. This recent severe blow to the leg directly triggered a relapse of the old injury.

He then added, "In addition, he has a very poor constitution and gets sick easily, which is likely due to malnutrition in his childhood. In this case, he needs to pay special attention to his diet to improve his physical condition."

Huo Yunting stood quietly to the side, listening to the doctor's report. His eyes grew increasingly gloomy, and endless ferocity churned in his dark eyes, as if it might erupt at any moment.

The doctor who was speaking glanced over by accident and was instantly terrified by the menacing aura emanating from him. He broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

They were terrified that this big shot would mistake them for the culprit and kill them.

Can my left leg be completely cured?

Huo Yunting tried hard to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, his voice low and deep.

The doctor quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and answered cautiously, "It can be cured, but because the old injury has been left untreated for so long, even after it heals, the leg will require careful recuperation. It's very easy for it to relapse if subjected to excessive external pressure."

Huo Yunting nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, then said calmly, "Let them in."

Although his tone was very calm and he looked unusually composed, he gave off a sense of impending storm.

"Okay, Mr. Huo," the doctor replied with a sigh of relief.

Not long after, several nurses rushed in, and then Xie Qing, along with her bed, was slowly wheeled into the emergency room.

Time seemed to freeze, each second becoming incredibly long. Huo Yunting stood at the entrance of the emergency room, staring intently at the door, as if he could see through it and into the room.

The deep self-blame and panic of losing Xie Qing almost overwhelmed him. If only he had arranged a bodyguard for Xie Qing back then, if only he had followed her, he should have kept a close eye on his phone screen and observed Xie Qing's movements.

But there are no "what ifs" in life, and Xie Qing was still injured.

He seemed to be controlled by an indescribable emotion, his right hand clenching tightly as if in self-torture, the pressure on his hand increasing as if he wanted to remember this lesson in this way.

Blood trickled from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor with a soft 'drip' sound, like the drumbeats of revenge in the dark night.

After a long while, he took out his phone and called Qi Xian.

On the other side, Qi Xian brought Chen Wei, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig, to the original private room. There were three other people in the room, who were making wild claims that they would play Xie Qing to death.

Qi Xian happened to hear this when he came in, and smiled meaningfully. He really doesn't know what's good for him!

For the next hour, Qi Xian kept pouring alcohol into the four of them, forcing them to drink even when they couldn't. "Don't you like drinking?" he said casually, pointing to a hundred bottles of red wine not far away. "No one is leaving until they finish them all."

One of them vomited immediately, probably because he drank too much and messed up his brain. After vomiting, he ignored the bodyguards next to him and rushed up to have a 'duel' with Qi Xian.

However, after running only a few steps, he was kicked to the ground by the bodyguard, which made him vomit up all the wine he had drunk, including bile.

Before he could even get up, he was pinned to the ground. He cursed angrily, "Kid, do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this? I'll ruin your reputation!"

Qi Xian sat casually on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His eyes held a hint of amusement as he scrutinized him for a while before suddenly grinning, "Make me ruin my reputation?"

He seemed to find the statement ridiculous, and walked up to the man with a smile, pressing his half-smoked cigarette firmly against the man's hand. Wisps of smoke rose, and the smell of burning meat immediately filled the air.

"You deserve it too."

The other three were terrified and none of them dared to be the first to speak up; they all obediently drank their drinks.

A cell phone rang; it was his brother calling.

"Hey, brother, is your wife alright?"

"Break one of the manager's legs."

Qi Xian almost thought he had misheard. "Huh?"

"Her leg was broken very lightly."

Qi Xian: "Ah!!!"

To be precise, it was a recurrence of an old injury, not quite to the point of being broken, but in Huo Yunting's eyes it was extremely serious, since the possibility of recurrence was very high.

But Qi Xian didn't see it that way.

Is it broken, as he understands it? No way, he was perfectly fine just a few hours ago! Could it be that his leg injury was too severe and the hospital had to amputate it?

Qi Xian suddenly realized he had figured it out and didn't know how to comfort Huo Yunting.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Brother, don't worry, none of them will escape."

After hanging up the phone, he found an iron baseball bat somewhere, slowly walked up to Chen Wei, and scraped the ground with the bat, making a sound like a warning when death was about to reap a life.

Chen Wei was drinking his wine obediently, thinking he could leave once he finished it. The next second, Qi Xian stood in front of him with a baseball bat, and the next second, a sharp pain shot through his foot.

His face contorted instantly, and he howled in pain on the ground, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Damn it, you broke my sister-in-law's leg! You'd better pay with your own legs!" he said angrily.

Chen Wei wanted to defend himself, saying that he really didn't break Xie Qing's leg, he only hit him once, and it wasn't to the point of breaking it. Xie Qing beat them up much harder, but at this moment he was in too much pain to say anything.

Qi Xian looked at the other three, who were already terrified. One of them even wet his pants from fright.

He walked up to the second person, and as soon as he raised his hand, the other person fell to the ground, clutching his leg and howling in agony, as if he were suffering immense pain.

Qi Xian: "......"

No, he hasn't even hit him yet, why is he yelling like that? This person must have a performative personality!

"I haven't even hit you yet, what are you yelling about!"

The man carefully felt it and indeed it didn't hurt. But the next second, a sharp pain shot through his knee, and his fake howl turned into a real howl, and his fake cry turned into a real cry.

The other two were also beaten in the same way by Qi Xian, each with a leg broken. The private room was instantly filled with screams and howls, one after another.

Qi Xian looked at the four people lying on the ground howling, took a picture, and sent it to Huo Yunting. Then he beckoned to his bodyguard, who immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Qi."

"Call a few more people up here and throw them out of Blue Night. Oh, and if you see them come into Blue Night again, beat them up every time you see them."

Qi Xian dared to say this because he was the mastermind behind Lan Ye, the rich man's biggest money pit.

This was the business he founded after graduating from university. He had no experience at first and almost went bankrupt. It was Huo Yunting who invested money to keep Blue Night running.

Once Blue Night was running smoothly, he found someone to help him manage it while he went abroad to manage his own business. After getting things under control there, he enjoyed directing films in his spare time. However, his directing style was characterized by its high cost, especially high cost.

The group of people, who lay sprawled on the ground like dead dogs, were quickly taken away and thrown out of Blue Night like trash.