Chapter 143: I’m a Man
"You’ll understand if you try it!"
Embarrassed to admit he was beaten up by Lin Tian in front of his friends, Zhao simply offered a brief explanation.
Just as Blonde and Zhao were talking, another young man with long black hair licked his chapped lips. "Tsk, tsk, this woman is really beautiful. No wonder Mr. Zhao is pestering her. She’s truly a gem!"
Among the four, only his hair wasn’t dyed, but unfortunately, the long hair reaching his waist made it hard to distinguish his gender.
"Actually, you don’t look bad either. Just looking at your waist-length black hair without seeing your pimply face, anyone might mistake you for a beauty! Turn off the lights at night, and you can really pass off as the real deal!"
Hearing someone comment on Mei Ruyan, Lin Tian was annoyed; plus, he knew a fight was inevitable with Zhao’s crew, so he wasn’t going to hold back.
"What did you say?"
The long-haired young man felt his sore spot touched by Lin Tian’s words and immediately questioned loudly.
Pimples—a face full of pimples had always been his pain!
In the social scene, you rely on your face, and that’s precisely why he tried everything to get rid of the acne, but the outcome was a face overrun with pimples, surging like the waters of the Yellow River.
"I said you’re a nice young lady, but how did you end up with a face full of pimples? What will you do if you can’t get married?"
"Pfft!"
Lin Tian’s words were first reacted to not by the long-haired man himself, but by Mei Ruyan.
She covered her lips with one hand, suppressing laughter, though her slightly twitching shoulders betrayed her.
"Get him, guys!"
The long-haired man originally wanted to show off a bit in front of Mei Ruyan, maybe even charm her, thinking he looked no worse than Lin Tian.
But Lin Tian’s words completely shattered this idea, leaving him with a deep-seated insecurity.
Now, the bottled-up anger could only be released by properly teaching Lin Tian a lesson.
The long-haired man was the first to move, rushing towards Lin Tian like the wind, followed closely by the blonde and the red-haired young men.
As for Huang, he stood at the back since he had suffered at Lin Tian’s hands before, his squinty little eyes wide open, wanting to see if the three could handle Lin Tian.
"Help me pull out the needle!"
Watching the four charging from the ward door, Lin Tian said calmly to Mei Ruyan, who was resting in the corner.
If they came one by one, he was confident he could handle them without using his hands, but all at once posed a bit of a challenge.
An old saying goes, ’Two fists can’t beat four hands,’ and a man can’t fight two women, especially when he can’t use an arm and a leg.
"Ah?"
Mei Ruyan was momentarily confused but soon understood Lin Tian’s meaning. "I’ll handle it then!"
"I’m a man!" Lin Tian simply said.
Mei Ruyan fell silent for a moment, nodded, and followed his instructions.
She quickly moved to the bedside, hastily tore off the medical tape from Lin Tian’s left hand, and swiftly pulled out the infusion needle.
Even before Mei Ruyan could reapply medical tape with cotton on the needle site, Lin Tian urgently shouted, "Get back!"
Startled, Mei Ruyan withdrew two steps back, and as she lifted her head, she saw the black hair of the long-haired man flying loosely.
Leading the charge was the long-haired man, expecting that Mei Ruyan pulling the needle would mean his punch could land right on Lin Tian’s annoying face.
However, just as he thought his fist was about to hit Lin Tian’s face, he suddenly felt a gust of wind on his left cheek, followed by intense pain, and he flew off to the left.
Though Lin Tian didn’t use full strength in his punch, since the needle was just removed and his left arm hadn’t been active for long, it was enough.
Even so, the long-haired man’s slender frame flew backward, landing even further away than Zhao did, crashing heavily against the wall and then onto the floor.
The sudden scene made the blonde and the red-haired man hesitate, fists raised as they stopped in front of the hospital bed, not daring to take another step forward.
The two exchanged glances at the long-haired man lying on the floor, swallowed hard, and instinctively took a step back.
Seeing his companion’s miserable state, Zhao’s heart tightened.
Indeed, even four might not be able to beat him together.
For an instant, the urge to flee arose within him.
"Come on, all together!"
Feeling much more relieved with his left hand free to move, Lin Tian was confident he’d handle these few despite his right hand being bandaged and awkward.
People often think they’re as good as anyone else before a fight, carrying themselves as if they’re the best.
But once true power is displayed, they’ll realize in their hearts he’s better than me.
Then a strong contender often shows high-handedness to suppress the opponent with momentum, so sometimes, while an attack may not frighten the opponent, the pressure might instill fear.
"Don’t attack, you two, don’t do it!"
Faced with Lin Tian’s provocation, the blonde and red-haired man were initially shocked but then eager to charge again, yet Zhao advised against it.
"Mr. Zhao, we can’t vent this anger without teaching him a lesson today!"
The red-haired man was furious.
"We’re not his match. Let’s retreat for now, think of something later; given his condition, he won’t be discharged today!"
Ever-pragmatic, Zhao calmly analyzed the situation on the field.
"No way, we must teach him a lesson today!"
The red-haired man had a close bond with the long-haired man, and seeing his buddy beaten, anyone would react the same way.
After he said this, he reached into the pocket of his ripped jeans and pulled out a switchblade knife, flicking his thumb to reveal a blade the length of a finger.
The blade gleamed coldly.
The blonde also pulled out a butterfly knife from his jeans, spinning it once to reveal half its blade.
"You’re young, yet playing with knives?"
Watching the two showing off, Lin Tian finally felt slightly nervous, his dark eyes scanning the hospital room for a weapon.
Lin Tian quickly spotted something he could use as a weapon.
A spoon—the stainless steel one Bai Shishi used that morning to feed him tofu pudding.
Grabbing the spoon in hand, Lin Tian descended from the bed, curled his right leg, and planted his bare left foot on the ground.
Standing on one leg facing the blonde and red-haired man, he displayed a cheeky, mischievous demeanor.
Observing this, Mei Ruyan was speechless; they had resorted to knives, and Lin Tian wielded a spoon, even with a disability!
How confident could he be in his own abilities?