"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, hurry up and open the door!"
"Don't think we can't do anything to you just because you're hiding inside! Pay back the money! Now!"
「The next morning.」
Inside the memorial hall, Lin Fan, who had fallen asleep on the examination table, was jolted awake.
The rolling shutter outside the clinic's glass door was being pounded on, accompanied by a barrage of impatient shouts.
"...Zhang Qiang? What are you doing here?"
As he lifted the rolling shutter, Lin Fan was taken aback. Outside stood more than a dozen familiar neighbors, all of them old customers of Suxin Clinic. At this moment, each of them wore a complex expression, avoiding his gaze.
Leading them was a short, thin man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. With a small leather clutch tucked under his arm and his right leg shaking incessantly, he had the air of a petty boss.
"If you want to keep causing trouble, I don't mind giving you another beating."
