Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 343: Not an Accident

"Erqiang, why did you die like this? With the elderly and children at home waiting for you to take care of them!"

At this moment, a cry came from nearby, followed by a man in his thirties rushing to the side of the man drenched in blood, hugging him tightly and shaking him vigorously.

Yang Cheng frowned deeply; a person who fell from a height likely has fractured bones, and such vigorous shaking could cause the broken bones to puncture internal organs.

Even if one does not understand this reasoning, any sensible person would not shake a severely injured individual so forcefully; it seems as if he is intentionally trying to put him to death.

"Stop!"

Yang Cheng shouted to halt.

The man’s movements stiffened slightly, and he looked up at him with resentment, "What are you doing? You people killed my brother; am I not allowed to cry?"

"Who said he is dead?"

Yang Cheng asked coldly.

"He’s covered in blood, with his head smashed open; he must be dead. Are you trying to get out of compensating?"

The man’s eyes widened with no trace of sorrow.

At this time, another woman in her thirties appeared from the side, wearing worker’s clothes.

"Erqiang! How could your life be so tragic? So young and already fell to your death, and the factory boss won’t take responsibility!"

"This is a human life! It’s utterly worthless in the eyes of these bosses!"

Yang Cheng watched the man and woman bawling and almost laughed from anger.

"We never said we wouldn’t take responsibility, so why are you slinging mud without cause?"

Chu Xiaoyu hurriedly approached, standing beside Yang Cheng, frowned, and said, "Yes, we didn’t say we wouldn’t take responsibility, but right now we need to send the injured to the hospital for treatment; there’s still a chance he might survive."

"My brother is already dead; his body is cold, with no sign of life. Now you want to take him away, obviously to destroy evidence!"

The man looked at Yang Cheng and Chu Xiaoyu with vigilant eyes.

Although he concealed it well, Yang Cheng still noticed a glimmer of guilt in his eyes.

"Lu Kun, pull these two apart!"

Yang Cheng ordered, and Lu Kun, along with several workers, stepped forward and pulled the pair apart.

The woman was swiftly separated due to her weak strength, but the man clung to his unconscious brother, refusing to let go.

During the struggle, the bleeding from the man named Erqiang intensified, and his breathing weakened further.

Yang Cheng strode over, grabbed the man’s wrist, and twisted hard.

"Ah!"

The man let out a pig-like squeal and instinctively let go.

As he regained composure and tried to hold the body again, Yang Cheng kicked him directly to the ground.

"Ah! Daqiang, how dare you hit people!"

The woman screamed, struggling to pounce on the man.

Yang Cheng impatiently waved his hand, and Lu Kun hurried over, pressing down the frantic man, and said coldly, "Behave yourself!"

"Everybody come and see! The factory boss bullies people, killed my husband’s brother, and now wants to kill me and my husband to silence us!"

The woman shouted at the top of her voice, and the surrounding workers gradually changed their gaze toward Yang Cheng and Chu Xiaoyu.

Though Chu Xiaoyu paid high wages, if they had an accident and the boss didn’t care, they wouldn’t dare continue working in such a factory.

"I’ll say it again, he’s not dead. I can save him, yet you keep obstructing, what is your intention?"

Yang Cheng suddenly questioned.

The woman’s sobbing abruptly stopped; her acting was far inferior to the man’s, her eyes darting around, clearly figuring out how to maintain this lie.

"Stop accusing us; that’s my brother-in-law; what ill intentions could we have! We’re just heartbroken by his young death, wanting justice!"

"Exactly! My brother is dead; how much do you plan to compensate? He has a family with children to raise, including an eighty-year-old mother; you must pay five million, or this won’t end today!"

The pair, in sync, finally revealed their true purpose.

Chu Xiaoyu gasped; that amount is five million!

She has only accumulated five million after years of running the factory, all thanks to that day’s help from Xiaochen.

She didn’t dismiss the workers’ lives, but according to the usual process, at most, it’s two million; clearly, the couple is extorting outrageously.

"All this noise!"

Yang Cheng frowned, truly unwilling to hear the pair’s wailing.

"Lu Kun, silence them!"

"Alright!"

Lu Kun was obedient to Yang Cheng, glanced around for something to plug their mouths, and directly removed his shoes, took off his socks, and stuffed them into the man’s mouth.

"You two also take off your socks, let them taste it!"

Lu Kun pointed at several nearby workers, commanding.

Those workers looked troubled, "This isn’t quite right!"

"What’s wrong, hurry and take them off!"

Lu Kun reached out to assist them, and, helplessly, they contributed their socks; having worked for half a day, drenched in sweat, the socks’ smell was particularly pungent.

Even the women standing far away from Chu Xiaoyu caught a whiff of the odor, while their socks were stuffed into the pair’s mouths.

"Mmm... ugh!"

They struggled wildly, but being pressed by the workers, couldn’t break free, their eyes rolling under the sock’s stench.

Yang Cheng had no concern for their fate since he could save them, but he simply couldn’t bear hearing their screams.

He bent down to check the injured man’s condition, noting multiple fractures from the fall, with a severe head wound, losing much blood.

Fortunately, the broken bones were in the limbs, even with the man’s violent shaking earlier, they hadn’t punctured any organs.

Yang Cheng needed to stop the bleeding immediately, promptly taking out Silver Needles and swiftly applying them.

In no time, the injured person was covered with numerous Silver Needles.

Though the crowd didn’t understand medicine, witnessing this scene seemed impressive, so they held their breath and dared not disturb the procedure, except for the constant ’mmm’ sound from the couple.

Seeing the bleeding stopped, Yang Cheng immediately operated the Cultivation Technique, lightly rotating the Silver Needles with his fingers, channeling True Qi through them into the injured body.

No need to urgently heal the fractured bones for now, but the head wound required prompt treatment, as without it, he might wake as a fool.

Witnessing the cessation of bleeding from the injured’s head, the crowd widened their eyes; then, hot steam emanated from his head.

Yang Cheng with a solemn face infused continuous streams of True Qi into the man’s head.

Had he not been present today, the man would’ve surely died; seeing the couple now, he could discern this wasn’t an accident, but murder.