Yet Zhou Chao had forgotten that he and Gao Liang had fought fiercely in Panlong Cave, and his water-based ability had greatly diminished. Being pierced by glass shards was dangerous—indeed, it was. He had wanted to impress his three younger brothers, but now he had truly embarrassed himself. "Ah! Ouch!" A glass shard had sliced his lip, drawing a gash that bled profusely. That wasn't the worst of it—what truly mattered was the glass shards now lodged in his chest, like needles or sharp points, piercing his heart. Earlier, Zhou Chao had been full of confidence, but now, clutching his abdomen, he rolled around on the ground, drenched in sweat from the pain. The three brothers exchanged a glance, deliberately choosing not to rush to help him. This drove Zhou Chao mad—by heaven, he had raised them for nothing! When the master was in trouble, they didn't even come to his aid. Had they turned against him? As it was, the three brothers had often endured grievances under Zhou Chao's rule—frequently scolded or beaten. As the saying went: "When the sky is high and the emperor far away, the people are few and the "Surely, that's what they say, but Zhou Chao certainly has solid strength. The three younger brothers only occasionally manage a comeback—should things really turn against him, it would be like an egg hitting a stone, a clear case of overestimating their own capabilities. The three only stepped in to help when Zhou Chao was struggling, crying and pleading, feigning surprise and saying, 'Brother, you're truly amazing—though we always thought you were just playing around. That's why we arrived a bit late!' Zhou Chao, a man who values his dignity, added casually, 'You three—how could you not see that this time, I'm serious!' Then, he covered his lower body, trembling and gasping, 'I'm in agony! Really in agony! Hurry! Hurry—get me to the hospital!' Only then did the three younger brothers lift Zhou Chao and rush him to another hospital in Jingdu City. After all, at the Jingdu City First People's Hospital last time, the flesh-eating monster had attacked and consumed an experienced physician, and the police were still actively investigating the incident. So this time, they went to a smaller, less well-known hospital located in a more remote area. Naturally, the medical facilities were far inferior, and Zhou Chao truly experienced the full agony of both paying a lot and enduring suffering. Man, the fees were five times higher than those of the top-tier hospitals, and the service was even worse—man, I'm absolutely furious! All this is due to that useless Gao Liang. If it weren't for the battle at Panlong Cave, where Gao Liang drained my immense energy, even if I had to act out a scene of swallowing glass shards, I wouldn't have ended up this way! No, no, I'm also really frustrated—my most painful issue is that every time I face off with Gao Liang, his team consistently damages the very part of my body that's most important and most vulnerable—my core. Old injuries haven't healed before new ones keep piling up. "Ah!" Zhou Chao screamed wildly on the operating table, his voice so terrifying it sounded like that of a demon, sending the surgeons' spines on edge. It was as if he were howling like a wild beast—how could they possibly stay calm and focus on the surgery? Yet without surgery, Zhou Chao felt as though arrows were piercing him from every direction. He opened his mouth wide, roaring, "Do it now! Do you want to die?" With those words, his jagged fangs emerged. The surgeon was so startled that his scalpel dropped to the floor. Several assistants beside him had already fled, panicking and rushing toward the exit. Only this poor, elderly physician remained, still being firmly held by Zhou Chao. Under Zhou's relentless pressure, the physician managed to pick up the scalpel from the ground. He hesitated, then pressed down firmly. "Ah! Ooh!" Zhou's cries were as vivid as those of a demon—no, a cannibal demon. As soon as any part of his body was wounded and bled, Zhou would transform into the form of a cannibal, opening his mouth wide in a terrifying display. "For heaven's sake! You're cutting too hard! You're making me even more miserable!" Zhou roared. The surgeon, too overwhelmed to notice his own sweating, spoke tremulously, "How could I? How could I dare?" "The glass fragment is too large—we have to make a big incision to remove it!" With that, Zhou Chao, gripping the scalpel with trembling hands, slashed again and again, until he fainted from pain. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Why didn't you give me anesthesia? I can't stand it anymore!" "Meng Qiang, Luo Qi, Wang Lei—what's going on with you guys?" Their voices came from outside the operating room: "Boss, the anesthesia has already been administered—why isn't it working? Is that possible?" At that moment, the surgeon said, "The anesthesia has indeed been given, but it's not taking effect—this is completely normal." "Smack!" Zhou Chao's palm struck the surgeon hard, shouting, "You know it's not working—why aren't you acting faster?" Seeing Zhou Chao's furious, almost man-eating expression, the surgeon was so startled he couldn't breathe, and stammered anxiously, "I'm doing my best—I'm doing my best!" The patient threatened the doctor with surgery—something the unlucky doctor had never encountered before. With the patient's sudden outburst, how could he possibly focus on the delicate procedure? Surgery is a meticulous process; you can't rush it or cut corners. Zhou Chao, eager to relieve his pain, had even broken the established routine, making wild demands and issuing terrifying threats. This wasn't anyone else's fault—it was entirely his own. The large water bubble inside the patient, which the surgeon, momentarily dizzy and confused, mistook for fragmented glass, was promptly removed—like a large egg. However, the smaller, irregular glass fragment, with sharp edges and burrs, which resembled a glass bead, remained untouched. Zhou Chao, now drenched in sweat, shouted, "You're just playing games, aren't you? If you don't act within the next three seconds, I'm done! When that happens, my brother will never forgive you!" The unlucky doctor frantically bandaged the incision site, stammering, "Yes! Yes!" To his surprise, during the rush, a 5-centimeter surgical suture needle slipped right into Zhou Chao's body. Zhou Chao was now in even more pain, shouting with thunderous voice, "What are you still waiting for? Hurry up and stitch me! Otherwise, I'll take your life! I'll make sure your whole family dies!" "Oh! Oh!" The unfortunate doctor couldn't even dare to reach for the needle. Fine, he'd just do a simple, makeshift stitch. So the sutures were loose and uneven, and some tissues were completely left unstitched. After finishing, the doctor felt a cold sweat break out, realizing he couldn't stay here any longer. He turned to Zhou Chao and said, "That's done! But I need to go fetch some sterilization supplies. You wait a moment—I'll just go get them and be right back! Just three minutes, no more than three!" With that, he opened the door to the operating room and hurried out. Zhou Chao's third brother, impatiently waiting in the corridor, immediately rushed in. At that moment, seeing the surgical sutures at Zhou Chao's operation site riddled with flaws, and recalling the hurried demeanor of the surgeon, he immediately asked, "Big guy, how's the surgery going?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Chao immediately rose up, "Ah!" The 5-centimeter surgical needle inside him sharply pierced him, "Mmm! It's worse than a painful egg! I'm truly out of luck!" "Where is that old surgeon? Go find him right away! Remember, I'm going to take his life!" Zhou Chao's man-eating visage was fully revealed—should that old surgeon be near him, he would instantly devour him. Yet, the third brother reported, "Big guy, it's terrible—the old surgeon isn't even in the hospital; he's already fled!" "Ah! That old stick-in-the-mud! He took my water ball! Without my water ball, I'm just a useless shell! You people better go find him—flip the entire Beijing city over, if you have to, and I'll make sure he's found!" Under Zhou Chao's booming voice, the third brother couldn't help but comply immediately, nodding and then dispersing to find the surgeons. The conversation shifted to Gao Liang. The Shaolin Temple is undoubtedly the oldest and most culturally significant Buddhist monastery in China, renowned for its profound traditions and extensive martial arts heritage. 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