Urban Doctor

Bang...

The cold, iron door slammed shut with a heavy sound.

Chen Tian stood still, staring blankly at the surroundings inside.

On the big bed, more than ten tattooed men were lying, each of them muscular and fierce-looking.

Ah...

At that moment, a miserable scream came from the toilet stall by the window.

A frail man crawled out, crying.

He used all four limbs, moving like a dog.

"Hahaha, finally no diarrhea today, you're lucky," a voice came from inside the stall.

At the same time, another voice followed.

Chen Tian's eyes widened at the scene before him.

Because the man who had screamed had his head sticking out of the stall, and atop his head, there was a lump of... waste?

Chen Tian was horrified.

He truly hadn't expected anyone to use someone else's head as a toilet.

The frail man trembled all over, with the steaming lump on his head, crying in misery.

Then, the man in the stall cursed as he stepped out:

"I can't stand guys like you, killing your own wife. Damn it, you don't want your wife, then you let me play with her? Do you know how lonely I am in here?"

"Woo woo woo..."

The frail man wept pitifully.

At that moment, the brutal man looked at Chen Tian with a grin and said excitedly:

"Another one has come?"

"We've got something to play with, huh? Little brother, how did you get in here?"

Chen Tian frowned. "I walked in."

"Hahaha, brothers, is this the first time you've heard that kind of answer?"

Suddenly, the group of pig-like men sitting up on the bed all turned to look at Chen Tian with interest.

"Interesting, it's the first time someone dares to speak like this!"

"Little brother, I don't care how you got in here. But now that you're here, you have three choices. First, use your mouth to take care of our brothers. Second, be a toilet or a chamber pot, choose one."

Chen Tian felt disgusted and took a step back.

"What if I don't choose either?"

"Hahaha, every person who comes in says that. But in the end, everyone does it, and then gets beaten to the point where even your mother wouldn't recognize you."

Chen Tian's brow furrowed tightly, and his heart grew anxious.

Did he really end up in the wrong place?

What kind of perverts were these?

Even if he had been captured, they should have interrogated him first, found evidence, and then sentenced him. But there was no procedure, and he had been thrown straight into this hellhole?

And even if Su Wanyu had framed him, what evidence did she have?

His mind raced, and he glanced again at the more than ten men, breaking out in cold sweat.

Why did their eyes look like they were eyeing a beautiful woman?

Perverts!

"Big Hua, let's take good care of the cat outside."

One of the men suddenly explained.

"Oh ho, it's been a while since we've had someone to take care of, hahaha, looks like we're going to get some meat," Big Hua grinned.

"What do you mean?" Chen Tian was confused.

The man called Big Hua laughed.

"Not many people dare to offend the police, looks like you have some background."

"Brothers, let's get to work, the sooner we finish, the sooner we eat!"

Boom…

Suddenly, the ground shook as the group of burly men stood up, stomping toward Chen Tian.

"Little guy, accept your fate. We need meat, and you're the one to trade."

Big Hua sneered, spat on the ground, and threw a punch straight toward Chen Tian's nose.

It was his usual move—if the punch wasn't dodged, the victim would be knocked out cold instantly.

Then, even if they were turned into a cripple, they wouldn't make a sound.

Chen Tian's nerves were on edge.

However, just as Big Hua's fist came toward him, he felt as though some force was calling to him from within.

Bang…

With a dull sound, Chen Tian suddenly grabbed Big Hua's hand in mid-air, stopping it just a centimeter from his nose.

What?!

Big Hua was stunned, having never encountered this before.

His punch, which was fast, was now firmly held in place, rendering him unable to move.

Chen Tian locked his wrist and suddenly twisted it with force.

The next second!

"Ah..."

In an instant, a crackling sound echoed as Big Hua's joints and shoulder were shattered.

Big Hua, completely unprepared, felt his hand torn apart by an immense burst of force.

His screams echoed beyond the iron door. Two guards looked at each other, thinking it was Chen Tian who made the noise, and walked away with a chuckle.

At that moment, outside the door, Guo Yingjie and his uncle, Guo Dafu, were about to enter.

The two guards smiled at Guo Yingjie.

"Things are underway inside. The person we sent over is screaming like a pig."

Guo Dafu eagerly said, "Make sure you totally cripple him."

Guo Yingjie smiled. "Uncle, don't worry. That cell is called the 'Ghost House.' Everyone inside is a violent death row prisoner."

"Good, good. That's really helping me vent my anger. I've been in the world for over thirty years, never expecting a young guy like him to take me down. It's really frustrating."

Guo Yingjie grinned. "Uncle, come take a look. You've never been here before, right? Let me show you how things are done."

"Alright!" Guo Dafu eagerly followed him to the cell where Chen Tian was held.

Through the small window on the iron door, they could clearly see what was happening inside.

Guo Dafu leaned closer with a smug smile, but his grin froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button on it.

"What's wrong, Uncle? Does it look too cruel?" Guo Yingjie asked.

Guo Dafu was stunned. "This... this…"

"What is it, Uncle? You don't recognize him?" Guo Yingjie asked curiously.

Both of them stared in shock as they saw the chaos inside the room. Several men were lying on the ground, covered in blood.

The rest of the men, who were unharmed, were gathered around Chen Tian, giving him a full-body massage, from his palms to his soles.

They were working hard and with great professionalism.

It was clear that they had given their boss similar massages many times before and had honed their skills.

"Boss, is the pressure okay?" one of them asked cautiously.

Chen Tian waved his hand. "What's with you guys, like a bunch of women. Haven't eaten or what? Put more strength into it!"

"Yes, yes!" They rushed to obey, terrified of angering him again.

This guy had just sent someone flying to the ceiling with a single punch—his strength was terrifying.

Guo Dafu was about to explode, but Guo Yingjie covered his mouth and pulled him away.

"Uncle, are you crazy? If you make a sound, Chen Tian will know it was us."

"How could this happen? How is he so strong?" Guo Dafu was shaken.

Guo Yingjie wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I've never seen anything like it either. He's supposed to be a trainee doctor, but how is it that even all these perverts together can't defeat him? Even a boxing champion wouldn't dare claim he could beat him."

"This is too strange," Guo Dafu said, his heart racing.

Guo Yingjie wiped his brow and said, "Uncle, don't panic. Even if Chen Tian defeated all our death row prisoners, so what? He's still in my hands. Wait a moment, I'll think of something to deal with him."

Guo Dafu's eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. "Don't bother thinking. I have a way."

Guo Yingjie was surprised. "What method, Uncle?"

Guo Dafu grinned sinisterly.

"Chen Tian loves his sister. His weakness is her. I'll make him understand what true despair feels like!"