Romantic Medical Immortal

The more Gong Yu thought, the angrier he got. He snatched up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it hard on the floor, roaring, "I’m the dignified Young Master of the Gong Family. Fine, if you don’t like me, whatever. But why the hell would you choose some guy who’s worse than me in every way?"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Cheng slowly lifted his head, his brows knitting in displeasure.

Gong Yu froze for a moment, because he felt this guy looked a bit familiar.

"Who are you? Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?"

"Of course you have. This is Dr. Yang Cheng, the one treating our skin problems."

Wang Rui was utterly speechless. This young master really had something wrong with his head. Just because he’s from the Gong Family, does that mean everyone has to like him?

Hearing that, Gong Yu finally remembered, and his tone instantly softened a bit. "So it’s you! No wonder Wang Rui ignores everyone else and only came over to drink with you. She must be here to thank you for treating us."

"Since that’s the case, I’ll join Dr. Yang for a couple of drinks too, to thank you for your help."

He sounded more courteous, but his eyes were still arrogant, and he had no intention of apologizing for his earlier rudeness.

"No need. Please leave."

Yang Cheng said coldly. He was already in a foul mood, and this stupid rich brat kept chirping in front of him, making his head hurt.

The smile on Gong Yu’s face instantly froze. He slapped his palm on the table and said unhappily, "I show you a bit of a good face and you really think you’re somebody now? Having me drink with you is your damn honor!"

"Kid, I’m telling you, be smart. Don’t piss Young Master Gong off."

"Turns out you’re just a doctor. I thought you were some big shot, talking to Young Master Gong like that."

"Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Gong, or don’t blame us for getting rough. You’re a doctor—if we ruin your hands, let’s see how you’re gonna treat anyone."

Hearing that, Wang Rui’s expression instantly changed. She snapped, "Don’t go too far. I’m the one who came to drink with Dr. Yang. Why are you making things hard for him?"

"Xiaorui, I feel uncomfortable seeing you with another man. If you agree to be my girlfriend and come with me tonight, I naturally won’t target him."

Gong Yu’s gaze dropped to her plump, creamy chest, and he started laughing lewdly.

He’d chased after Wang Rui for so long. Even if she wouldn’t agree to be his girlfriend, she still had to sleep with him for one night. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be taking a huge loss?

"Keep dreaming! I’ve turned you down so many times. I don’t like you! Why do you have to cling to me?"

Pushed to the edge, Wang Rui’s delicate face was full of anger.

"It’s enough that I like you. The more I can’t get something, the more I want it. If you don’t want me clinging to you, then just give me a night. Once I get tired of you, I naturally won’t bother you anymore."

Gong Yu chuckled nastily, and when he saw an opening, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard toward him.

"Bastard! Let me go! If you keep harassing me, I’m calling the cops!"

Wang Rui struggled with all her strength, but she was too weak to shake off an adult man at all.

"Go ahead, call! I’d like to see who dares lay a hand on me!"

His tone was insanely arrogant as he yanked Wang Rui’s arms wide apart and leaned in, going straight for her red lips.

"Let her go!"

Yang Cheng spoke coldly. Even though he wasn’t close with Wang Rui, he would never just stand there and watch a girl get bullied.

"Fuck! How is this your business? I gave you face, didn’t I?"

Gong Yu cursed in annoyance, his expression turning dark in an instant.

"Bullying a woman in front of me makes it my business. Take your filthy hands off her."

As soon as he said that, the rich brats behind Gong Yu all burst into laughter.

"Hah! Trying to play hero in front of a beauty? At least take a look at who you’re standing up to."

"If you dare lay a finger on Young Master Gong, believe it or not, you’ll walk in here and be carried out flat."

Gong Yu was full of disdain as well. He sneered, "I’m taking Wang Rui with me tonight. I’d like to see who dares stop me."

Saying that, he wrapped one arm around Wang Rui’s waist, trying to drag her away by force.

"Yang Cheng, help me!"

Wang Rui’s beautiful face went pale. She turned to look at Yang Cheng, her eyes filled with pleading.

Yang Cheng calmly set down his wine glass, suddenly stood up, strode forward, and under everyone’s gaze, swung his hand and slapped Gong Yu across the face.

Somehow, the music had cut off. The crisp sound of the slap rang out especially loud, and everyone turned to look over.

Gong Yu’s head buzzed from the hit, and he stumbled, crashing to the floor. Wang Rui seized the chance to break free and darted behind Yang Cheng.

The surroundings fell dead silent. Then a few of the rich second-gens were the first to react, pointing at Yang Cheng and cursing angrily, "Fuck! You dare lay hands on Young Master Gong!"

"What are you standing around for? Get him together and cripple this punk!"

These guys were all about saving face. They felt Yang Cheng had challenged their authority, and at once they grabbed nearby wine bottles and swung them toward him.

Yang Cheng didn’t move at all. He just reached out nimbly, caught the bottle, and then swung it back in a reverse strike.

His movements were so fast that those rich brats didn’t react at all before the bottles smashed into their heads, blood streaming down their foreheads.

"Ah! I’m bleeding—get me to a hospital!"

"This guy’s a lunatic! He doesn’t care about his life, but I still wanna live!"

They suddenly lost their nerve, and the way they looked at Yang Cheng was full of fear.

Yang Cheng didn’t even glance at them. He walked up to Gong Yu, planted his foot on the man’s hand, and ground down hard.

"Aaahh!!"

The shrill scream mixed with the sound of bone snapping rang out. Gong Yu’s face twisted in pain, beads of sweat pouring off his forehead.

"I told you to take your filthy hands away. Are your ears broken?"

Yang Cheng bent down, his eyes filled with icy cold.

Gong Yu shuddered all over in fright, suddenly feeling a warm stream gush out from below, his expression splitting apart in panic.

He never imagined that a man his age would one day be scared into pissing his pants—and in a bar, with so many people watching.

"Oh my god! Why are his pants wet? Don’t tell me he peed himself?"

"Shh! Quit talking. That’s the Young Master of the Gong Family. Watch out or he’ll come after you."

Everyone whispered under their breath. Of all days, Gong Yu happened to be wearing gray pants, and once they got wet it was painfully obvious. Even with the dim lighting, it was clear as day.

"All of you, shut the fuck up!"

Gong Yu roared, veins bulging on his forehead. Everyone was scared into silence, but their eyes were still full of shock and ridicule.

"Yang Cheng! How dare you do this to me—I’ll make you pay for this!"

He ground his teeth in hatred, already imagining how he’d get rid of Yang Cheng in his mind.

"Still daring to threaten me?"

Yang Cheng let out a cold snort, picked up a wine bottle from the table, and was about to smash it down when Wang Rui stopped him.

"Dr. Yang, don’t hit him anymore. If you keep going, something big’s gonna happen."

Her tone was pleading, Liu Mei tightly knitted, her eyes full of worry.