A few minutes later, Lin Feng walked into the director's office, his voice as calm as possible:
"You tricked me into slaving for half a year, and now you just fire me like this? You'd better give me an explanation!"
Director Fu Kangwei walked over with his hands behind his back and threw a piece of paper at him:
"This is a private hospital. I'm the boss. The explanation I can give you is—no explanation! This is your dismissal notice. Sign it."
"No need to sign. I'll leave. But you must settle my wages."
"Too bad. You get no wages!" Fu Kangwei sneered. "This month, you only worked fourteen days—not even half a month."
A blaze of fury shot up in Lin Feng's chest!
Fourteen days—so what?
For those fourteen days, hadn't he shed blood and sweat every day? Cleaning toilets, washing bloody sheets, pushing corpses to the morgue… working overtime for more than ten hours daily!
"Savage! Bandit!" Lin Feng clenched his teeth, his eyes almost splitting with rage.
Fu Kangwei pointed at Lin Feng's nose and mocked:
"No savages, no bandits—then why would heaven create punching bags like you?"
"Tell me. Will you pay me or not?" Lin Feng asked in a low voice.
"I'll give you one word: get lost!" Fu Kangwei roared.
At that moment, Lin Feng truly regretted flushing the dynamite down the drain!
But though the dynamite was gone, he still had the golden finger.
Fine then!
You drive me into a dead end—I'll make sure you can't walk another step!
I'll stab you to death!
Like a wolf, Lin Feng pounced, pointing his golden finger straight at Fu Kangwei's chest—
But just then, the HR manager behind him struck with a sneak attack!
A fist smashed into Lin Feng's temple.
His head buzzed, darkness swallowed his sight, and he lost consciousness…
In a haze, he once again heard that woman's ethereal voice he'd heard in the clinic:
"…Ancient Divine Sense System, possession across generations, with nine 'Senior Sisters' assisting you. Pass through three tribulations to become the Divine Doctor. First tribulation: the Immortal Eye opens, seeing through all diseases. Second tribulation: divine power awakens, suppressing all evils. Third tribulation: mastery of the nine meridians, saving all beings…"
The voice grew near, then far, then faded into the depths of his mind…
When Lin Feng awoke, he found himself lying on the hospital steps. His phone in his pocket was ringing.
He took it out. It was Wei Wandan.
"Lin Feng, listen. Two minutes from now, meet me at the hospital entrance!"
Lin Feng felt strange. Wei Wandan hadn't answered his calls for a month, probably already with another man. Why call now?
Puzzled, Lin Feng walked to the gate. There she was, standing by the roadside.
She carried a Louis Vuitton handbag, wore Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses, a ladies' Longines watch on her wrist, and Burberry stilettos on her feet.
What was going on?
After graduation, she had been worse off than him—he'd been giving her family three hundred yuan a month from his wages. But now, just days apart, she looked transformed!
"What's this—" Lin Feng fixed his gaze on her.
Her waist was fuller than before.
No doubt—someone had already helped her cross the river from girlhood to womanhood.
And Lin Feng? He had long stood by the river, but never once wetted his shoes… In other words, someone else had stolen her away!
"Lin Feng, let's break up."
Lin Feng spread his hands. "At least give me a reason."
"We're not suitable."
"Not suitable? We've been together for four years. I worked part-time those four years to support your tuition. Back then, why didn't you say we weren't suitable?"
Wei Wandan's face twisted. She snapped:
"Watch your wording! Who was with you for four years? From your tone, it sounds like I owe you something. Do you deserve me? Lin Feng, I've long seen it clearly—even if I spent my whole life with you, you could never give me the life I need."
"So it's just about money?"
"From the way you talk, you think you can make money? Wake up! You can't even keep a nursing aide's job, and you dare talk about money?" she mocked.
Lin Feng froze. She already knew he'd been fired!
Impossible…
"Did Fu Lifa tell you that?" Lin Feng asked.
Right then, an arrogant voice came from behind:
"Old classmate Lin Feng, you guessed right. Of course I told Dandan myself."
Lin Feng turned sharply.
By the roadside stood a Ferrari. From it stepped Fu Lifa, decked in designer clothes.
"Lifa!" Wei Wandan cried, running to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him.
Fu Lifa was Fu Kangwei's son—
And Lin Feng and Wei Wandan's college classmate. He had chased Wei Wandan but failed, and ever since, he had wanted Lin Feng dead.
"Lin Feng, it was me who had my father kindly send you away from Baikang, to find another job!"
"Fu Lifa, you and Wei Wandan came here today just to humiliate me, didn't you?"
"No, no, I never humiliate farmers. I just worried you wouldn't let go of Dandan, so I came to check. Seems I was right—you really have no manners!"
Lin Feng shrugged, his eyes sharp as blades, his golden finger tingling with rage.
Seeing his fury, Wei Wandan shouted:
"Lin Feng, admit it—Lifa is stronger than you!"
Fu Lifa grinned, holding her waist tight:
"Dandan, since it's between classmates, I don't want Lin Feng too embarrassed. We must hurry—there's a private concert by Visi at Binjiang Club…"
"Concert?" Lin Feng roared. "I'll make it your funeral concert!"
With a leap, he lunged, his golden finger stabbing at Fu Lifa's chest!
Crack!
Not the sound of a heart bursting, but a phone shattering!
Fu Lifa had a phone in his pocket. Lin Feng's finger had struck it, shattering it and lessening the blow, so the golden finger didn't pierce his heart—but it still tore a chunk of flesh from his chest!
Fu Lifa hadn't expected Lin Feng to go for the kill so quickly. He staggered back, shouting:
"Dandan, stop him!"
Then he turned and fled.
Wei Wandan lunged, clutching Lin Feng tightly.
"Lin Feng, Lifa is right—you really have no manners!"
Held back, Lin Feng could only watch Fu Lifa escape. He turned, glaring coldly at Wei Wandan.
"Manners? You've driven me to the brink. Manners are a luxury I can't afford!"
With that, he rammed his elbow into her chest!
She screamed, releasing him.
"Bitch!" Lin Feng stepped back and kicked her hard in the stomach.
Clutching her belly, she crouched in pain.
But she didn't beg. Instead, she sneered:
"Lin Feng, useless trash. Too poor to support a woman, yet so good at violence…"
The words stabbed his heart. He wanted to kick her disgusting face to pieces.
But then he thought: not worth it. Beating her to death wouldn't vent his rage. Only becoming stronger—so strong that she would one day kneel before him trembling—that would be true revenge.
He turned to the Ferrari.
It wasn't Fu Lifa who stole Wei Wandan—
It was the Ferrari.
"Ferrari, Ferrari, today I'll turn you into scrap!"
He cursed, raised his golden finger, and stabbed down hard.
Bang!
A finger-sized hole appeared on the hood.
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
Dense holes riddled the car, like cicada tunnels in the ground.
Then he crouched and stabbed the tire.
Ssshhh…
The tire deflated instantly.
Turning back, he pointed at Wei Wandan and growled:
"Slut, I swear, one day you'll kneel and polish my shoes!"
Then he strode away.
Lin Feng walked aimlessly down the road.
His temple still ached from the HR manager's punch. The woman's voice he'd heard earlier still echoed in his mind.
Recalling those mystical words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
What "Divine Sense System"?
What "three tribulations to become a Divine Doctor"?
Useless nonsense!
If fate really cared, it would hand him some cash. He hadn't even eaten lunch yet.
As the sun dipped west, his stomach growling, his phone rang again.
"Xiaofeng," Jiang Yan's voice was full of care and reproach. "I just came out of surgery. I heard the hospital fired you, and without pay?"
"Mm…"
"They bullied you too much!"
"It's fine, Sister Yan."
"Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"
"A hotel, maybe."
"You can afford a hotel? Stay at my place tonight."
"Your place?"
Though starving, Lin Feng's face flushed.
Sister Yan had been widowed for a year. To stay at her place…
The thought stirred something he couldn't name.
She had always cared for him, and today in her dorm she had nearly confessed—offering him warm milk, a soft embrace…
But what right did he have? Penniless, hopeless—should he live off her?
"Sister Yan, I…"
"Don't overthink. Just stay a few days. Once you find a place, move out." She sighed.
Lin Feng hesitated, then asked the practical question: "Sister Yan… is it convenient?"
"Of course. I'm on night shifts, I won't be home. I'll head back now to make you food. Take a cab to Yilin Community, Building 3, Unit 2, Apartment 802."
That seemed the only choice.
With nowhere else to go, he'd have to squat under her roof for now.
But Lin Feng didn't want to waste money on a cab. He walked half an hour to Yilin Community.
At the eighth floor, just out of the elevator, he heard a hurried voice:
"Xiao Liu, I followed you all the way. Don't let my trip be in vain…"
It was a man's voice—familiar.
Lin Feng gasped.
It was Fu Kangwei!