The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 108: 106 Ying Zijin: Are you ready to start calling me daddy? [3 updates]

But, it was already too late.

Jiang Ran’s right foot had already moved in and stepped on the ground.

His expression changed in an instant, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed.

“What’s wrong?”

Xiu Yu quickly sensed something amiss, bent down swiftly, and picked up the other shoe.

As soon as she saw it, she knew what the problem was.

The front half of the shoe was lined with densely packed needles.

Because they were inside and covered up, one wouldn’t notice them without looking closely.

Jiang Ran bit his teeth, struggling not to make a sound.

He endured the heart-piercing pain and took off the shoe himself.

On the white sock, the blood was evident, falling drop by drop.

The younger brother was scared silly.

It was fortunate that a medical kit was available at the changing room door; Ying Zijin came over with gauze and scissors.

Jiang Ran was somewhat reluctant but still said, “Thank you.”

He took the scissors, his teeth grasping the other end of the gauze, and began to wrap his wound.

Xiu Yu’s eyes were cold: “Who did it?”

Although she had been at odds with Jiang Ran since they were little, they were still brothers despite their disagreements.

“Not… not me.” The younger brother panicked, “I swear, I would never harm Brother Ran.”

Jiang Ran was the school tyrant, but he didn’t do anything that was outrageously wrong, and he treated those around him well.

Now, he was even starting to reform and had begun to pay attention in class.

“I know it’s not you.” Xiu Yu frowned, “You would never do this; where did you get the shoes from?”

“From the school’s delivery point.” The younger brother was so anxious he felt like crying, “Brother Ran, what should we do? How can you compete with your foot like this?”

“I’ll be fine.” Jiang Ran finally caught his breath, sweat appearing on his forehead, and sneered, “Even with one foot, I can still take them down.”

Ying Zijin finished dialing 120, looked at him and said indifferently, “Go to the hospital.”

**

First Hospital.

The female doctor frowned, holding a syringe: “What are you dodging for? Come here.”

“No injections!” Jiang Ran refused to stretch out his arm, “I’ve said I’m fine, I’m not getting one.”

“With so many wounds, and so deep, if you don’t get a tetanus shot, you could die tonight.” The female doctor said irritably, “Aren’t boys your age supposed to be cool? Why are you scared of a shot?”

Just like her son.

“Jiang Ran, now is not the time to be stubborn.” Xiu Yu shrugged, “Of course, if you want to die, then ignore what I’ve said.”

“As if it’s that easy to just die.” Jiang Ran’s face soured, “I said, I’m not——”

Ying Zijin glanced over here.

Jiang Ran hesitated and, under pressure, changed his stance: “I’ll take it.”

Xiu Yu: “…”

Alright, when push comes to shove, daddy still has the final say.

The younger brother covered his mouth, knowing it was the wrong moment to laugh.

Jiang Ran bravely rolled up his sleeves, exposing his deltoid muscle.

He pursed his lips but still couldn’t help saying, “Be gentle.”

“Gentle?” The female doctor disinfecting him with an iodine-soaked cotton swab retorted, “If I’m gentle, you won’t learn your lesson.”

Even though she said that, her actions were still gentle.

But it was still painful.

After the shot, Jiang Ran felt completely drained.

“Don’t let the wound touch water, and come back later to change the dressing.” The female doctor tossed the syringe into the trash and reiterated worryingly, “And since you’ve had the shot, no showers.”

Then she turned to Xiu Yu, “And don’t let him engage in vigorous activities. If he can sit, don’t let him stand.”

“Don’t worry.” Xiu Yu promised, “I’ve already ordered a wheelchair for him. It will be delivered soon.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

Fuck.

He, the mighty school tyrant, reduced to sitting in a wheelchair?

It was utterly embarrassing.

“That’s better.” The female doctor nodded and left.

Jiang Ran sat with a dark face, too angry to speak.

Ying Zijin handed the phone to Xiu Yu: “An hour ago, the package arrived at school, watch this person.”

Xiu Yu leaned in to see that it was a surveillance video.

The video showed that it wasn’t a delivery person who brought the shoes.

It was a person wearing a black baseball cap and all black clothing, with gloves on their hands.

You couldn’t even tell if they were male or female.

“It was premeditated.” Xiu Yu’s voice deepened, “Daddy Ying, give me this video, and I will look into it.”

**

Evening.

The time difference between O continent and Hua Country was about six to seven hours.

At this hour, it was just afternoon in O continent.

Hua Country time, seven o’clock, Ying Zijin received a call from Fu Yunshen.

His voice sounded no different from usual, still including laughter, lazy, “Kid, did you eat well today?”

Ying Zijin glanced at the bag of chips beside her, paused, “Hmm.”

Because she went to the hospital, she had indeed forgotten to eat at noon.

After all, it was not uncommon for her to go without food for several days in the past.

But now, with her body like this, she must eat.

“Yaoyao wouldn’t want to lie to brother, right?” Fu Yunshen’s tone stretched long, “So, I believe you.”

Ying Zijin pushed the chip bag away, “You are in O continent.”

“A few hours ago.” Fu Yunshen didn’t hide it, chuckled, “Things went smoothly, don’t worry about it.”

The ones who ambushed the medicinal ingredients prepared for Old Master Fu weren’t a lone person, but a mercenary squad, quite well-known.

In this squad, only the leader was a ranked hunter.

Having the nerve to ambush the medicinal ingredients, they also harbored a stroke of luck.

Thinking by killing him, they could collect a bounty of one billion US Dollars.

But in the end, they lost the entire squad.

Fu Yunshen stood by the seaside, glanced at the time, “It’s so late now, I won’t disturb your studies, I will be back the day after tomorrow, I’ve brought you some local snacks from here.”

After a pause, he added lazily, “Kid, remember to sleep early, don’t go bald.”

“…”

**

The next day.

Jiang Ran was still lying in the hospital, looking at his leg wrapped up like a zongzi, feeling both annoyed and irritable.

The Taekwondo match he said he was going to partake in was just something he told others.

It was not actually Taekwondo, but an illegal boxing match, right beneath the TV tower in the underground market.

Because he had practiced refining ancient martial arts incorrectly, his inner strength was always raging within him.

Not only did he need to take medication, but he also needed to fight periodically to settle his internal turbulence.

Those proficient in Taekwondo were too weak for him; only the contestants in the illegal boxing matched his caliber.

But with the word “illegal” associated with it, it implied trouble if he didn’t go; it would mean trouble, especially for the people around him.

The Imperial Capital was still chaotic, and he was not going to rely on the power of the Imperial Capital’s families.

Jiang Ran endured it and stood up, grabbed the crutches beside him, and hopped out of the ward on one leg.

His minions had just been sent out to buy food, never imagining that Jiang Ran would escape.

Thirty minutes later, Jiang Ran took a taxi to the underground market.

The illegal boxing ring was on the north side of the underground market. Because he could only use one leg, it took him a full twenty minutes to hop to the entrance of the illegal boxing ring.

Some people were already waiting for him.

Seeing him enter, they surrounded him, towering and imposing.

“You’re late,” one of the youths glanced at him, sneered, “We thought you wouldn’t come, after all, if you hadn’t come, we’d have a reason to act.”

Jiang Ran was not intimidated, he sneered, “I just came to tell you, I’m not fighting today.”

As he said this, the expressions on the young men’s faces changed.

The youth who spoke earlier looked at him oddly, “What did you say?”

“I can’t fight,” Jiang Ran said impatiently, “Can’t you see I’m injured? I’ll return your entry fee, tenfold, a hundredfold, as you wish—all of it.”

“What’s your injury got to do with us?” The youth crossed his arms, looking down from above, “You think, we like money that much?”

Jiang Ran’s fingers tightened around the crutches, his gaze ice-cold, “What are you getting at?”

“It was agreed upon beforehand,” the youth smiled faintly, “If you don’t fight, that means you forfeit, forfeiture equals loss, and if you lose, you need to cut off your hand.”

He signaled the men beside him with a look, “Grab him.”

“Don’t touch me,” Jiang Ran gritted his teeth, his voice cold, “I’ll fight with you.”

If push came to shove, he could use his inner strength.

Using it once wouldn’t cause too much harm to his body.

“That’s sensible,” the youth smiled again, “Then throw away your crutches, don’t just stand there, get on the stage.”

Jiang Ran’s fingers gripped the crutch, setting it aside.

But because of one leg, his body was unstable, constantly swaying.

“Tsk,” someone laughed softly, “Kid, don’t push yourself, you’re better off just cutting off a hand directly. If you really get in the ring to fight, what you’ll lose won’t just be a hand.”

Deadly.

“Shut your dog mouth,” Jiang Ran said coldly with a smirk, ready to mount the ring.

But the youth suddenly stopped, frowning, “Who’s this?”

Jiang Ran turned around, looking towards the entrance.

The girl walked in slowly, carrying a cup of bubble tea in her hand.

She put the bubble tea on the ground, her phoenix eyes lifted, and she turned around.

“Get down.”