My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 120 - 117 An Eye for an Eye

Chapter 120: Chapter 117 An Eye for an Eye

The slap from Ye Fan came out of the blue, leaving everyone present stunned.

Ye Juanjuan and the other three were dumbfounded.

Wu Dahai and Liu Chan were equally dumbfounded.

"He... he he... he actually dared to hit Director Zhu!" Liu Chan felt like his world was collapsing.

"Well done, that’s the spirit of my Ye Family!" Ye Qingping, fearing nothing more than chaos, shouted excitedly. He had enough of the humiliation these past few days, and seeing Ye Fan’s powerful and fearless posture, his face instantly turned rosy.

"Good!" Ye Juanjuan cheered, raising her head excitedly.

Xu Xia showed a relieved expression, but she was still very worried deep down because Director Zhu had connections above him.

"How dare you hit me!" Director Zhu came back to his senses, screaming sharply, with his voice altered, angrily pointing at Ye Fan and scolding, "You rascal, this is a hospital, you actually dare to hit someone here, lawless, you are simply lawless. Do you know my uncle is the secretary of ********, just wait to go to jail, I will not let you off."

"Noisy!" Ye Fan’s expression turned cold, quickly reached out, and bent Director Zhu’s pointing finger.

"Crack!" A crisp sound echoed.

"Ah!" Immediately following, Director Zhu’s piercing scream spread out like a pig being slaughtered.

The scream traveled far, catching lots of attention; whether it was the hospital’s nurses or doctors, or the patients, they all swarmed in, surrounding the area.

"Where’s that rascal dare to hit a doctor?" a doctor scolded.

"Who are you calling a rascal?"

"Say it again, let us hear it!"

"So what if you hit a doctor? Some unscrupulous doctors deserve a beating."

Instantly, the surrounding crowd’s words drowned out the complaining doctor, who ran away with his tail between his legs.

"Well hit, some doctors today indeed need a beating, taking bribes is one thing, but turning minor illnesses into major ones, so heartless and without conscience, such doctors lacking medical ethics should go to the eighteenth level of Hell."

"Young man, hit hard, I’ll testify for you. This Director Zhu is morally bankrupt with no medical ethics, a bad guy. My grandson was dislocated, lying in the hospital for eighteen days, and they refused to fix it, claiming his body needed conditioning before treatment; isn’t this extortion? Does a simple dislocation require such fuss? They’re obviously trying to extort us of our hard-earned money, utterly vile, vile to the bone."

A senior offered to testify for Ye Fan, looking at Director Zhu with a very resentful expression.

The nurse who had warned Ye Fan and the others stood at the front of the crowd, looking at Director Zhu’s miserable state and the fear of Liu Chan and others, feeling quite satisfied, her face full of joy.

"Without doctors, do you have to wait to die when you’re sick? We are your saviors, yet you ungrateful ignorant common folks dare to tarnish our reputation," Director Zhu yelled.

"Doctors should save lives with pots of medicine, see saving patients as their duty, unlike you, unscrupulous, money-driven doctors, who’ve lost their medical ethics," the old man angrily retorted.

Ye Fan scanned the surrounding crowd, not paying much attention to the passionate onlookers but focused entirely on Director Zhu. He came to the hospital to cause a disturbance, aiming to deal with those who persecuted his uncle’s family entirely. Leaving potential threats was definitely unwise.

Seeing Director Zhu about to start scolding the crowd again, Ye Fan interjected, "Director Zhu, right? You said my uncle needs two hundred thousand for his leg treatment, which was your diagnosis, no problem, right?"

"I said it, so what? Are you going to kill me? Have the guts to kill me and show me." Director Zhu began to act rudely, having someone to rely on. He was fearless, already bearing a grudge for being slapped and having his finger bent by Ye Fan, and shouted, "I’ll tell you frankly, causing a scene in the hospital, my colleagues already reported to the police, when they come, you’ll just wait to go to jail, I won’t let you get out of this easily, or I’ll take your last name."

"I can’t stand people who talk too much, I won’t kill you, but there’s plenty of ways to deal with you," Ye Fan’s gaze was exceptionally cold as he flew a kick straight to Director Zhu’s kneecap.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Director Zhu fell to the ground, howling hysterically, echoing in all directions.

"Big brother, big brother, you are my own big brother, show some mercy!" At this moment, Director Zhu felt fear.

The intense pain made his life worse than death; he was tortured to the point of extreme pain.

He had been relying on having a strong backing, acting recklessly.

Never did he think Ye Fan was so ruthless, breaking his arrogance in no time.

Director Zhu, recognizing the situation, knew that by showing softness now he might suffer less. Otherwise, who knew what else might happen? So, he got scared, he panicked, he could no longer stay tough.

"Evicting my uncle from the hospital was your punishment, since no one else can handle you, let me do it," Ye Fan coldly said, settling the debt Director Zhu owed his uncle.

"Thank you, big brother, for your mercy, thank you, thank you," Director Zhu thanked with difficulty, enduring the pain.

"Next, it’s your turn, you broke my uncle’s leg personally, right?" Ye Fan looked at Wu Dahai.

Wu Dahai shivered, almost wetting his pants, Ye Fan was so ruthless, meeting Ye Fan’s eyes made him tremble, he stuttered, "Big brother, I just took money to help someone out, offending your family was my fault, but please have mercy on me, one of my hands is already crippled, please let me go this time?"

"Do you think that’s possible?" Ye Fan mocked.

"Big brother, can I do it myself, would that be okay?" Wu Dahai pleaded.

If Ye Fan took action, it would be a serious comminuted fracture, too terrifying, so to suffer less, he preferred to do it himself.

"No way!" Ye Fan coldly refused.

He knew people like Wu Dahai were typical bullies who feared the strong. If left unchecked, Wu Dahai might even think of killing his uncle’s entire family, so he couldn’t go soft.

Tooth for a tooth, Ye Fan wanted to collect multiple times the debt.

"Don’t go too far, leave some face, in the future, we can even be friends when we meet, aren’t you afraid of bringing trouble upon yourself if you go to the extreme?" Wu Dahai was trembling with fear.

"You’re overestimating yourself, a mere small fry, how dare you act arrogant in front of me," Ye Fan’s expression was icy cold.

He moved in a flash, and before Wu Dahai could react, his leg had already suffered a serious fracture.