Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

Luo Hui has always admired people like Liu Baiyan who do not care about fame or fortune and are dedicated to contributing to the common people.

Luo Hui came this time not only to recruit Liu Baiyan to join, but also after listening to Mr. Huang's words, he decided to open this kind of charitable non-profit clinic all over the country.

Let patients across the country who cannot afford medicine or medical treatment enjoy high-level medical care.

But just when Luo Hui was looking forward to seeing what the legendary Jishidiang looked like, it was smashed to pieces by the mob in front of him.

This made Luo Hui furious.

"Who am I?"

Zhang Huabei, who was already furious, saw that this young man in front of him actually dared to ask about his name, so he immediately straightened his posture and said:

"I'm someone you can't afford to offend!"

At this time, Zhang Qinghua, who was standing aside, saw that the Zhang family had clearly paid everyone to leave, and there was a sign saying "Suspended Business" hung at the door, but someone still dared to break in.

He immediately said arrogantly:

"Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you. You have nothing to do here."

"If you are smart and don't want to die, don't ask what happened in this room. Go out, turn right and get as far away as possible."

"Otherwise, don't worry about the guns and sticks. It would be bad if I accidentally hurt you!"

"Are you talking to me?"

Luo Hui originally thought that after these rabble recognized him as Luo Hui, they would be so scared that they would kneel down and beg for mercy.

But he overlooked one point.

That is, now is the time of the virus outbreak, and basically everyone wears a mask when going out.

So after Luo Hui puts on the mask, he is no different from ordinary people.

Although I have been on the headlines of domestic news many times, after all, my face is the most recognizable one.

It is normal that others cannot recognize you if you cover your face.

You don't recognize me, your grandpa, right?

it is good!

I'm going to teach you blind people a lesson today!

When Luo Hui said this, Zhang Huabei was so angry that he started laughing:

"Boy, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Aren't you afraid that one word from me will cost the lives of your entire family?"

"dad!"

Zhang Qinghua saw that his father was actually talking to such an inferior person, and his face turned dark as he said:

"Dad, why are you talking nonsense to such an inferior person?"

"I think he is just a lowly person who came here to watch the fun. There is no point in talking to such a person."

"Anyway, we have already smashed up this old guy's store. Now that we have done what we have done, let's go back to White City."

After hearing what Zhang Qinghua said, Zhang Huabei also felt that there was no point in staying here any longer.

So he waved his hand and called the bodyguards behind him to prepare to leave.

At this time, at the entrance of Jishidi Hall, when Mr. Huang heard that it was this group of people who smashed his junior brother's Jishidi Hall to pieces, he immediately became furious and said:

"Junior brother, who are these people? How dare they smash your store!"

"They smashed your store, why didn't you call the police?"

Liu Baiyan just smiled bitterly, then shook his head and said:

"This group of people are from the Zhang family in Baicheng. They are very powerful in the entire Jiangnan area."

"Their owner, Zhang Huabei, asked me to treat his youngest son who was suffering from the virus. I refused, so he had my shop smashed."

"The police generally won't intervene with rich and powerful people like this. Even if I call the police, they might charge me with a crime when they see that the head of the Zhang family smashed my store himself."

"Zhang Family of Baicheng!"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Huang opened his mouth wide and said in shock:

"As far as I know, 20% of the business in Jiangnan is currently in the hands of the Zhang Group, whose strength is comparable to the combined economy of a second-tier city."

"Brother, how could you get involved with such a person?"

“I didn’t have any contact with them before.”

"It's likely that he's here for the antidote to my virus."

Liu Baiyan sighed, then waved his hand and said:

"I've accepted the loss. At worst, if the store closes, I can just open a new one."

"Anyway, my medical skills are destined to be used on ordinary people."

As soon as these words came out, the young man beside him couldn't help but say:

"Master, didn't that guy just say that if we dare to reopen, they will smash our doors every time they see us?"

"Why don't we go to a more remote city to hide from him? I'm worried about Master's safety..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Baiyan slapped the boy on the head:

"What are you talking about? If you want to leave, go by yourself."

"Just because this group of rabble threatened me, should we avoid the Jishidi Hall and run it in seclusion from them?"

"As long as I am still able to see patients and prescribe medicine, my Jishiditang will exist in this city."

"Even if one day I am so poor that I can't even open a store, I will still prescribe medicine and treat patients in the open air on the street!"

"Dr. Liu, do you think I would give you the opportunity to set up a stall on the street if you don't treat my youngest son?"

Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Huabei was about to push the door open and walk out of Jishidiang, but suddenly he found that his arm was grabbed by a very powerful hand.

Zhang Huabei turned around suddenly and saw that it was Luo Hui who was looking at him with extremely cold eyes.

"Boy!"

"You are looking for death!"

Zhang Huabei glared at Luo Hui in front of him, and said with murderous intent in his eyes:

"Someone, break this nosy bitch's arm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards around him rushed forward, picked up the weapons in their hands, and prepared to hit Luo Hui.

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

Before anyone could react, a Type 47 pistol was suddenly placed on top of Zhang Huabei's head.

At this moment, Ni Haiyang had a look in his eyes, and his index finger was on the trigger of the pistol, as if if Zhang Jiabei moved again, the Type 47 pistol in his hand would kill Zhang Huabei with one shot.

"You actually have a gun!"

“You are not an ordinary person!”

In panic, Zhang Huabei raised his hands above his head, and then said in a trembling voice:

"Drop your weapons!"

Zhang Huabei, who cherished his life, was frightened by the pistol above his head and said in a trembling voice:

"Sir, we have no grudges against each other, why are you looking for trouble with me because of this old man?"

As he spoke, Zhang Qinghua, who was originally waiting to see Luo Hui's arm being broken, was so scared that he sat down on the ground and said tremblingly:

"Brother, please talk it over nicely, but don't shoot!"

Zhang Qinghua said this not because he was afraid that his father would be beaten to death.

After all, my father is old and may die at any time.

If the entire Zhang Group is compared to a royal family, then he would be the crown prince in this royal family who has never been able to inherit the throne.

If his father died at this time, he could naturally take over the throne, that is, the position of chairman of the Zhang Group.

But the problem now is that if the other party really dares to shoot the chairman of the Zhang Group to death with one shot, then for me, the son of the chairman, it would just be a waste of a bullet.

At the critical moment, Zhang Qinghua didn't care about his superior majesty and shouted directly:

"Brother, there are still some things that we have done wrong. Please tell us. As long as you tell us, we will definitely change!"

"We are from the Zhang Group in Baicheng. We are very rich. Just name your price. We will give it to you no matter how much it is. But please don't be impulsive. Guns can easily go off accidentally!"

Seeing that the scene in the house was in chaos, Liu Baiyan rushed into Jishidiang in a hurry.

Immediately, Liu Baiyan saw Ni Haiyang pointing a gun at Zhang Huabei.

The next second, Liu Baiyan said to Luo Hui in a panic:

"Young man, since you can become friends with my senior brother, I know you are definitely not an ordinary person."

"But even if you have a gun in your hand, you will never be able to defeat the Zhang family of Baicheng. This matter has nothing to do with you. Listen to my advice and leave quickly."

Although Liu Baiyan himself was not afraid of the Zhang family's revenge, the young man in front of him was brought by his senior brother.

If I offend the Zhang family because of this and suffer revenge from them in the future, then I will be blamed!

Liu Baiyan, who has been doing good deeds all his life, would never want to see this happen.

But just when Liu Baiyan was trying hard to persuade Luo Hui not to participate, Luo Hui glanced at Liu Baiyan, then smiled and said:

"Divine Doctor Liu, if we don't get rid of these social scums, they will only harm more ordinary people."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Hui turned around and said to Zhang Huabei in front of him:

"I don't care whether you are from the Zhang or Li family. Since you didn't endanger other people's lives today, I can spare your lives."

"I'll give you three days to restore Jishiditang to its original state, and then apologize to Divine Doctor Liu. Otherwise, don't blame Qiangli for being blind!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Huabei, who had calmed down, said in a cold voice:

"Kid, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you have a gun in your hand."

"I am the chairman of the Zhang family in Baicheng. Don't even think about shooting me to death. Even if you break a hair of mine today, I will make sure you die without a burial place in the future!"

"Son, get up. The gun in this kid's hand should be a fake. Don't be afraid."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qinghua, who had just peed a few drops of urine out of fear, instantly got up from the ground and whispered to Zhang Huabei beside him:

"Dad, how do you know he's holding a fake gun?"

Zhang Huabei snorted coldly, and then said with reason:

"This is a Type 47 pistol."