<h4>Chapter 1288: Chapter 1288</h4>


    "What do you want?"


    Disturbed from his peace, Lin Yifan couldn’t help but frown as he looked toward the ss door.


    A tall and robust man, over 1.8 meters, stood there like a bear.


    He wore a sleeveless vest, and his arms were covered in dense tattoos.


    The top of his square face was bald, without a single hair.


    Instead, his mouth was surrounded by a dense scruffy beard, making him look like a beast.


    "Damn it, this is a clinic. I’m not here for treatment, have Ie for a funeral?"


    The man sneered, his face full of hostility as he cursed.


    "The clinic is not open. Go to town for treatment."


    Lin Yifan rolled his eyes with irritation and replied.


    "Damn it, you better open up, or I’ll smash it."


    The man said as he picked up a brick, threatening Lin Yifan.


    "Just don’t regret it."


    Lin Yifan frowned slightly. This guy was clearly here to make trouble.


    Since he wanted to y, he might as well let him in.


    So, he reached out and unlocked the door.


    "Smart. They all say you’re skilled in medicine, right? Come on, check my condition."


    The muscr man threw the brick to the ground.


    Then he pushed the door open and walked into the clinic.


    Through the transparent ss, Lin Yifan saw Widow Zhao standing in the corner afar.


    She was sneakily observing the situation.


    The man in front must be Fatty Cui, whom she mentionedst night.


    "What do you want me to check?"


    Lin Yifan sat down on a chair, giving a cold look to Fatty Cui who extended his left hand.


    "Are you the doctor or am I? Why would you ask me what to check? And I warn you, if your diagnosis is wrong, I’ll break your bones."


    Fatty Cui stared disdainfully at Lin Yifan.


    With his weight over a hundred kilos, he felt he could kill Lin Yifan with a single punch.


    "Alright, I’ll examine you."


    Lin Yifan smiled faintly, extending four fingers on his pulse.


    Closing his eyes slightly, Fatty Cui suddenly felt his fingers grow hot.


    As if something was flowing into his body.


    "So, how is it? What’s my condition?"


    With his right fist clenched, Fatty Cui asked.


    He came here today to make up for his woman.


    No matter what Lin Yifan said, he intended to give him a beating.


    "You are very ill. Luckily you came early; a littleter, you’d need amputation."


    Lin Yifan opened his eyes and shook his head with tightly furrowed brows.


    "That’s bullshit, I’m very healthy. You’re just a quack doctor; who knows how many you’ve killed. I’m going to ruin you today."


    Fatty Cui wasn’t concerned about whatever Lin Yifan said.


    He raised his right fist, ready to strike.


    "Why rush? If you don’t believe me, let’s arm wrestle and see how much strength you have left."


    Lin Yifan sat still, pulling up his right sleeve, and raised an eyebrow at him.


    "Arm wrestle with me? Afraid of you? Back in prison, few could beat me. Today I’ll show you what it means to be an arm wrestling master!"


    Fatty Cui burst intoughter.


    If he beat Lin Yifan up, he’d likely get detained again.


    But arm wrestling, he was absolutely confident he could break his arm.


    So even if the police intervened, he wouldn’t worry.


    He then extended his arm, as thick as a maiden’s waist, onto the table.


    "Your condition is dire; you couldn’t even handle a girl now."


    Lin Yifan ced his hand in front of Fatty Cui.


    With a rxed demeanor, his eyes glinted with coldness.


    "If your wrist breaks, know it’s your own bad luck!"


    Grasping Lin Yifan’s hand with force, Fatty Cui was smug.


    "Alright, starting first would be unfair. If you’re ready, go ahead."


    Lin Yifan spoke indifferently.


    "You brat, you have a death wish!"


    Fatty Cui yelled, exerting force in his right arm.


    The muscles bulged with veins, seemingly full of endless power.


    In contrast, the slightly lean Lin Yifan’s arm was not even half as thick.


    But no matter how much he shouted, their arms wouldn’t budge.


    It felt like pushing against a wall.


    No matter how strong, it was futile.


    "How can this be! Impossible!"


    Fatty Cui’s eyes widened.


    Years on the streets, even Wang Tu whoter terrorized the town had to bow to him.


    Yet now, he couldn’t overpower someone who looked weak.


    "I told you, your condition is critical. A bit more dy would’ve led to amputation. If you don’t believe, I’ll use real strength now, be careful of your wrist."


    Lin Yifan looked at Fatty Cui whose veins were popping.


    With a flick of his right hand, there was a crisp sound from Fatty Cui’s wrist.


    The entire body fell heavily to the ground, his once strong right hand grotesquely twisted.


    The intense pain had him clutching his wrist, screaming.


    "I warned you, your condition is severe. Do you want some medicine?"


    Lin Yifan coldly sat on the chair, looking down disdainfully at Fatty Cui lying on the floor.


    With his wrist’s strength, he could shatter him in seconds.


    "You... you tricked me... I’ll kill you!"


    Sweating profusely, Fatty Cui spoke as he managed to stand.


    Despite being a hardened criminal mostly enduring prison life.


    He reached for his waist, grabbing a dagger to fight.


    "Fatty Cui, do you have a death wish?"


    Just then, the clinic door was pushed open.


    Tang Qin walked in, her face cold.


    "Ah, Officer Tang!"


    Seeing Tang Qin, Fatty Cui deted like a punctured ball.


    Enduring the pain in his wrist, he forced a small smile.


    But the smile looked more like a grimace.


    "Barely out for an hour, and you want to go back in already?"


    Tang Qin’s beautiful eyes reflected authority.


    Her fiery temper showcased her true Shangjing spirit.


    With angry eyes, she red at Fatty Cui.


    "No... of course not... It was just arm wrestling... I... got carried away... I’m wrong... thanks to the doctor for checking me."


    Fatty Cui’s spirit deted; though cursed inside countless times, he spoke politely.


    "Is it normal to use a knife for treatment? Was he trying to hurt you?"


    Tang Qin turned to look at Lin Yifan, still seated calmly.


    "He’s too far gone; soon he’ll need amputation. There’s no way he could harm me. The fee is five hundred; pay up and you can leave. You wouldn’t default in front of an officer, would you?"


    Lin Yifan chuckled, patting Fatty Cui’s shoulder.


    He waved the QR code from the counter in front of him.


    "Of course not... Miracle doctor... You’re a miracle doctor!"


    Fatty Cui scrambled to take out his phone and scan the code to pay.


    Even knowing he was duped, he could only wear a smile.


    "If you don’t want amputation, remember toe for medicine, but my medicine is a bit pricey; you’d better prepare more money."


    Lin Yifan, satisfied, waved at Fatty Cui.


    So, with a sense of reprieve, he rushed out.


    Just as he sat down, Tang Qin stomped her foot on the chair between his legs.


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