Peach Blossom Divine Medical God Chapter 3 - 3 3 Debt Collection

3: Chapter 3 Debt Collection Hearing the girl's desperate cries, Chen Yang abruptly snapped out of his deep thoughts and sprang up from the rocking chair. Rubbing his drowsy eyes, he spotted the small girl standing at the clinic's entryway, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Xiaoxiao, what’s the matter? Are you looking for Uncle Chen for assistance?” Chen Yang inquired of the tearful child.

The little girl, visibly distressed and fragile, was named Xiaoxiao. She was the daughter of Chen Zhuang, a cherished childhood friend from Chen Yang’s village. Tragically, Chen Zhuang had perished in a mudslide shortly after Xiaoxiao’s birth, leaving behind a lovely wife and their young daughter, who were entirely dependent on each other.

Given Chen Yang's profound bond with Chen Zhuang since their youth, he had diligently looked after the mother and daughter since his return to Liuhé Village. “Uncle Yang… My mother and I have run into some dreadful people… Some ruffians broke into our home and assaulted my mother… They even ripped her clothes. Uncle Yang, please, help my mother…” Xiaoxiao sobbed inconsolably, her small hands gripping and tugging Chen Yang’s arm with all her might, pleading for his intervention.

Chen Yang was momentarily taken aback by her desperate plea. “Don’t fret, Xiaoxiao! Uncle is here!” Without another word, Chen Yang scooped Xiaoxiao into his arms and raced directly towards Chen Zhuang’s residence, not even pausing to secure the clinic’s door.

Liuhé Village was not extensive, and although Chen Zhuang’s house was situated a bit remotely, Chen Yang reached its doorstep in under two minutes. Upon his arrival, Chen Yang distinctly heard the muffled pleas of Chen Zhuang’s wife emanating from within the house. “Please… have mercy, my husband was indebted to you, I promise to repay it… but kindly grant me some time.”

Inside the dwelling, Zhang Xueying, Chen Zhuang’s wife, was desperately pleading with several menacing looking men, her appearance disheveled as she sat on the floor. However, these ruffians displayed no sympathy towards Zhang Xueying’s desperate entreaties. Their faces contorted into lewd smirks, growing even more pronounced. “Grant you time? Your deceased husband has been owing us thirty thousand yuan for many years. If you possessed the means to repay it, you would have done so already. Why linger until this moment?”

“The years have passed, and I demand that thirty thousand yuan back! Tonight, we shall take you first, collect some interest, and tomorrow, we’ll dispatch you to the brothel in the county to work off the debt with your body!” Amidst the men, the corpulent leader, revealing a multitude of yellowed teeth, sneered with wicked intent. Following his declaration, the portly man extended his coarse palms and, like a ravenous dog lunging for its prey, advanced towards the helpless Zhang Xueying. The other men, likewise, wore wicked grins and began to tear at Zhang Xueying’s attire.

However, at this critical juncture. With a resounding crash! The front door of Zhang Xueying’s house was violently kicked open. “Anyone who values their life, get out!” Clutching Xiaoxiao and bursting onto the scene, Chen Yang kicked down the entrance and bellowed into the house.

The abrupt bursting of the door startled everyone present. The several thugs simultaneously turned their heads, their gazes fixing upon Chen Yang, who held Xiaoxiao. Meanwhile, Zhang Xueying, as if beholding a savior, looked towards Chen Yang. “Chen Yang…” Zhang Xueying instinctively covered her chest with her hands, shielding the skin exposed by the thugs’ rough handling of her clothes, and then promptly rose and hurried towards Chen Yang, ultimately taking refuge behind his back.

“Chen Yang, these individuals are here for debt collection…” Zhang Xueying stammered fearfully, glancing towards the thugs. “I am aware of their intentions; leave this matter to me,” Chen Yang assured Zhang Xueying, then lifted his gaze to the group of thugs and their corpulent leader standing before him. “I have heard of the debt Chen Zhuang incurred, but this is utterly excessive! To prey on a widow and her child, are you not concerned about heavenly retribution?” Chen Yang admonished them sternly.

Confronting these thugs, Chen Yang exhibited no trace of fear. Due to the recent inheritance he had acquired, not only had his medical prowess flourished, but his physical condition had also seen significant improvement. Chen Yang could now feel an inexhaustible reservoir of strength coursing through his body. In his eyes, these few physically weak thugs were insignificant. Furthermore, Chen Yang’s eyesight had gained a mystical quality, allowing him to perceive every movement of the thugs with absolute clarity. “Ha! Chen Zhuang is dead, and yet someone still harbors concern for this widow and orphan? Have you taken a liking to Chen Zhuang’s wife?” The leading fat man, baring his prominent yellow teeth and sporting a thoroughly sinister grin, stepped forward and scoffed. “If you are smitten, simply state your intentions! Pay the thirty thousand yuan for her, and she is yours. How does that sound?” The fat man, brimming with arrogance, raised his arm, making a gesture indicating money. Chen Yang’s brow furrowed, a sense of awkwardness washing over him; he did not have that substantial sum on his person…

Following the passing of his parents, nearly all the inheritance they left behind was channeled into funding his education.

Having only recently made his return to Liuhé Village, his clinic had yet to generate significant income, leaving him with possessions totaling merely a few thousand yuan.

"I haven't got the funds at this very moment, but I shall procure them for you within the coming days," Chen Yang stated, his brow furrowed in thought.

With the situation having escalated to this point, Chen Yang was resolute in not backing down.

It was only proper to settle outstanding obligations.

Chen Zhuang, once Chen Yang's close companion, had passed away, and consequently, Chen Yang had taken it upon himself to assume the responsibility for the thirty thousand yuan debt.

However, the instant the portly individual learned of Chen Yang's lack of immediate funds, his countenance shifted dramatically.

"No money?

You dare to posture before us without a single cent?

If you have no desire to meet your end, then be gone immediately!

Otherwise, I shall make sure to break your arms!" the corpulent man bellowed, feeling thoroughly deceived, and adopted a menacing stance as if poised for an imminent assault.

"If you cannot meet the payment, then obediently accompany our boss.

Once you have pleased our boss and the debt is settled, there might even be a reward for your troubles!" At this juncture, the fat man's subordinates chimed in, directing their taunts at both Chen Yang and Zhang Xueying, their words dripping with contempt and obscenity.

Furthermore, their gazes, alight with raw lust, lingered unceasingly upon Zhang Xueying's form.

Zhang Xueying possessed remarkable beauty.

After enduring their lewd harassment, her allure intensified, rendering her even more captivating amidst her disheveled attire.

Though Chen Yang positioned himself protectively before Zhang Xueying, the thugs' lecherous eyes remained fixed on her person.

"Today, for as long as I stand here, I dare any of you to lay a hand on her!" Chen Yang's resolve held firm, his demeanor growing increasingly frigid.

These individuals had truly crossed a line.

"Damn you!

You are truly inviting disaster!

Boys, apprehend him!" Utterly incensed, the fat man abandoned all restraint, making a sweeping gesture to command his thugs to attack Chen Yang.