Chapter 1: Misfortune Befalls Him

  At three o'clock in the afternoon, in a hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, Ling Fei walked quickly towards the physiotherapy department's ward with an iron face. On the way, he met familiar people, and he still had a straight face, without a hint of a smile.

  That's why, the reason is very simple, these days are really terrible, Ling Fei seems to be having a streak of bad luck, nothing goes smoothly. The day before yesterday, an old man who had a stroke and was doing rehabilitation, actually ran back home by himself after getting acupuncture, without even pulling out the needles, and ended up having another stroke that night and being hospitalized again. His family members actually pushed the blame onto his head, and he got scolded half to death by the director.

  Yesterday was even more unfortunate, giving an old lady a massage, as a result of being bumped by a colleague, directly causing the old lady to fracture her bones. Although the old lady didn't blame him and even spoke up for him, his salary and bonus were all gone. Just now, the deputy director called him in for a good scolding, saying that he would give him one last chance, if there was another accident, he would be fired. On the other hand, the colleague who bumped into him didn't have any consequences, and even got praised for handling the old lady's problem promptly.

  Just out of the vice president's office, Ling Fei hadn't even had time to catch his breath when the security guard at the door called his phone and told him that his electric bike had been stolen. His place was over ten kilometers away from here, and the bike had just been bought this month, not even ridden for ten days yet, and it was already stolen, how could he be happy about it?

  "Bad luck clings to him, this is typical bad luck clinging to him." Just as Ling Fei pushed open the door of the physical therapy department, he happened to hear that director old man who had always looked down on him muttering to himself. His colleagues also nodded in agreement with a flattering expression. At this moment, Ling Fei finally knew what it meant to kick a dog when it's already down. As soon as he appeared, those people quickly backed away a little, as if he had some kind of terrible contagious disease. Was it necessary?

  "Ling Fei, what's going on with you? You were the last one to leave yesterday, and today the therapy lamp is malfunctioning. Go fix it for me right now! It's unacceptable that you're taking out your temper on public property. Go fix it immediately, or else you'll have to pay for a new one!" The director slammed the file folder on his desk before Ling Fei could even pick up his cup to take a sip of water, scolding him as he did so.

  Ling Fei's anger suddenly flared up, yesterday he wasn't the last one to leave, it was clearly Director's nephew Xiao Pang who left last and also took the physiotherapy lamp, how did the blame fall on his head now.

  He looked up and saw that little fatty, this guy was the worst, he had poor actual combat ability, when there were merits to be gained, he would snatch them, but when problems arose, he would push them onto others, now he had even implicated him.

  "What are you still dazing around for, go quickly!" The director bellowed loudly, perhaps because he used too much force, he suddenly started coughing, and the several guys beside him immediately surrounded him, patting his chest and back, serving tea and water, just like the director was their own old father.

  "I must endure, now that my luck is so bad. If I don't, I'll lose my job." Ling Fei said to himself quietly, his mind still flashing with the director's disgusted gaze at him. A person under another's roof cannot help but bow their head, keeping this job for now and waiting for an opportunity to take revenge later.

  Ling Fei arrived at the physiotherapy room next door, where a colleague named Song Bing was already giving a patient an acupuncture treatment. When she saw him enter, she quickly turned her back on him. This colleague used to have a different attitude towards him, often asking him to treat her to dinner when salaries were paid at the end of the month. Now, however, she seemed as if she had seen a ghost - that's just how people are.

  With a wry smile, Ling Fei picked up the plug of the physiotherapy lamp and inserted it into the socket on the side panel. However, the light on the panel did not turn on. Could it be that the fuse had blown? It was probably left on all night yesterday and burned out. Ling Fei had encountered similar problems before and had seen the hospital's equipment maintenance personnel handle them.

  Found the plum blossom screwdriver, Ling Fei quickly unscrewed the screws behind the panel, and indeed the fuse had blown. He was about to turn around to find a new fuse when the door of the physiotherapy room burst open, and Xiao Pang stumbled in, his large back colliding with the screwdriver in Ling Fei's hand.

  "Be careful......" Ling Fei shouted loudly and also retreated backwards. If the awl had stabbed this little fatty, it would have been troublesome.

  "What's the point of blocking here..." At this time, a female colleague Song Bing pushed hard on the physical therapy lamp that had been opened at the back cover, and the physical therapy lamp directly fell towards Ling Fei. Ling Fei only felt a severe pain in his arm elbow, and his eyes went black.

  It wasn't until a while later that Ling Fei heard the sound of voices, and then people appeared in front of him. He felt someone pressing down on his chest with force, performing CPR on him, something he had done for others before.

  "Wake up, wake up......" Song Bing called out: "I thought he was electrocuted to death."

  "With such a jinx, it's impossible for him to die so easily. He still has to stay and harm people." Next, Xiao Pang's voice also entered Ling Fei's ears, with a hint of resentment and venom. Ling Fei was furious in his heart, if only he had known earlier, he wouldn't have put the broom away, and he wouldn't have retreated either. Anyway, there were surveillance cameras, so later on, they could just check the footage and see that it was Xiao Pang who crashed into him."

  "Three major accidents in three days, and this time he's even damaged the equipment. Notify the personnel department to let him go." The deputy director's voice was filled with anger, but then he added: "Tell others about his incidents, never hire this jinx again."

  Ling Fei really wanted to scold someone, this deputy director was too vicious, wasn't he? This was going to cut off his path to other hospitals. Although he himself was unlucky, he hadn't harmed anyone, nor had he offended the deputy director, so why did he want to torment him to death?

  "Dismissed, dismissed. Everyone go back to work. And when he wakes up, let him leave immediately. Our hospital can't afford to be bothered by such a jinx." The director said with a flattering tone: "The president is the president, decisive and efficient, my role model indeed."

  Five minutes later, Ling Fei finally sat up from the bed, his right hand still feeling strange, as if it was very uncomfortable, and also a bit numb.

  "Now that you're awake, let's go. Don't occupy this place, I still have to do physical therapy for others." Song Bing walked over with a stern face and said coldly, "Director Fu said that as soon as you wake up, you must leave immediately. Here are your files and diploma, take care of them yourself."

  "Slap." A leather bag was thrown onto Ling Fei's leg, and at this time, he also felt the schadenfreude expressions of his colleagues around him. A sense of indignation that cannot be described emerged from his heart, but he just let out a cold hum, then held the bag with his left hand and walked towards the door in a somewhat staggering manner. At the door, there was still a burly security guard holding a rubber baton, and since Ling Fei's right hand was injured, if a dispute were to occur at this time, he would be the one to suffer.

  That security guard kept following Ling Fei until he walked out of the outpatient building, then the security guard said in a low voice: "Brother, let it go, this hospital is like that, take a step back and the sea and sky are wide, maybe your future development prospects will be greater."

  Ling Fei sneered, knowing that the security guard was advising him out of fear that he would cause trouble. Since he had already left the door, he had decided to endure it. In the future, when he had gained some power, he would make these people regret what they did today for the rest of their lives.

  Half an hour later, Ling Fei got off the car and walked slowly into the depths of the alley, where his home was. Unfortunately, since his grandfather's death, he had no relatives left, and every day when he returned home, he would sit quietly in front of the computer watching movies alone. Now that he had suffered so much, he also didn't have anyone to confide in.

  He had just turned into the alley when he saw seven or eight men who looked like thugs surrounding his building, and his ex-girlfriend Zhao Ling was leaning on a big fat man's chest. The world has changed, in the past, women looked down on thugs, now thugs are sweet pastries.

  "It's him, come and beat him up for me." As soon as she saw Ling Fei, Zhao Ling shouted furiously: "He played with me for so long, broke up without compensating for the loss, beat him up for me."

  Suddenly, five thugs with thick wooden sticks rushed towards Ling Fei. The leader, a tall and thin man, directly swung his stick at Ling Fei's shoulder, making a loud "whooshing" sound as it cut through the air. If this strike were to land, Ling Fei was certain that the bones on his shoulder would shatter.

  "What's going on?" Ling Fei quickly retreated a step back, shouting loudly at the same time, his eyes also turned to the surrounding neighbors who were watching the commotion. Usually when he was in a good mood, he would even give them free medical treatment. He reckoned someone would not stand for this and come out to stop these thugs.

  But I knew that the stick had been swung in vain, and he dodged three times. Strangely, none of the neighbors came out to stop him, and some even went back home and closed their doors.

  Disappointment, despair, and indescribable sorrow, combined with inner anger, suddenly gave Ling Fei the idea of going all out to fight back. Even if he was beaten to a pulp by these thugs, he wanted to put up one last struggle. A lifetime of being a good person had earned him nothing but humiliation; he was fed up.

  "Ahh!" A sudden gust of wind, and Ling Fei's body charged forward two steps, the bag in his hand falling directly to the ground. His chest felt stuffy, stars twinkling before his eyes, and a heavy blow struck him from behind, it was too unbearable.

  "Break his legs for me, let him spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and see if he still dares to harm women." The ruffian leader said viciously, as if instructing his underlings to beat up a stray dog.