Halfway through the third bottle, Xiao Qiang refused to drink anymore.
Seeing this, Lin Fan immediately grabbed him by the hands and dragged him out to the yard.
Then, Lin Fan sat him down on the ground, hugged his abdomen from behind, and squeezed hard.
"Ugh~"
Xiao Qiang's stomach was already churning, and with a slight exertion, he immediately began to vomit uncontrollably.
Lin Fan squeezed five or six times, and in less than a minute, he had made him vomit out more than half of the soapy water.
As for the rest…
If there was any left, there was. After all, it wouldn't kill him.
Lin Fan dragged him back into the house, lifted him onto the table, and then administered acupuncture. He placed needles in the Yintang and Renzhong acupoints on his face, and the Baihui acupoint on his head.
"Yueyue, help me hold him."
Lin Fan instructed.
"Oh."
Song Yue responded, and then, seeing Xiao Qiang covered in vomit, she disdainfully nudged his side with her knee, unwilling to touch him.
Lin Fan went into the inner room and came back with a bottle of mustard oil.
He dipped some mustard oil onto his finger and smeared it beneath Xiao Qiang's nostrils.
"Ah ah ah, ah-CHOO!"
With a very exaggerated sneeze, Xiao Qiang finally woke up completely.
Lin Fan chuckled and warned, "Don't move. You have silver needles in your head. If something goes wrong, I won't be responsible."
"Ah ah ah..."
Xiao Qiang raised his hand to scratch his nose, but as soon as he lifted his hand, it touched the silver needle stuck in the Renzhong acupoint.
Startled, he cried out, "What are you doing? Pull the needles out quickly!"
"You can pull them out yourself. If you pull them out in the wrong order, at worst, it'll be nerve damage, maybe paralysis on one side. Don't worry, you won't die."
Lin Fan said, looking at Xiao Qiang with a playful expression.
Xiao Qiang immediately retracted his right hand.
Paralysis on one side, and he was supposed to be at ease?
The stinging smell of mustard oil made tears stream down his face.
He suppressed the urge to sneeze, looked around, and asked, "Where are my brothers?"
"Ha, you really have a good bunch of brothers."
Lin Fan sneered mockingly. "Your so-called brothers who gave you veterinary sedatives and then abandoned you here have already run off."
"Tsk tsk, one day your brothers will sell you out, and you'll still end up counting money for them."
Xiao Qiang was stunned to hear this. "What? They all ran away?"
He stared with disbelief. "What did you just say? Veterinary sedatives?"
Lin Fan told Xiao Qiang his deductions in detail.
After listening, Xiao Qiang cursed, "These bastards, they treated me like an animal!"
After a brief tirade, he suddenly smashed his fist onto the table.
Lin Fan didn't bother with whether the table was damaged. Instead, he took the opportunity to ask, "Did Wang the Cripple send them?"
"How did you know?"
Xiao Qiang, filled with resentment, blurted out the truth.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake. "I, I, I..."
He couldn't deny it and slowly lowered his head.
He hadn't expected that their elaborate plan to extort money from Lin Fan would end up as a joke.
Regret!
He should have just gone and stolen instead. It was all that Long Mao's terrible idea!
Lin Fan walked up to him and, staring into his eyes, said sternly, "Now, I'll give you two choices."
"First, go with me to Wangjia Village and confess to the village cadres, explaining your collusion with Wang the Cripple to frame me."
"Second, do you know why they ran?"
Xiao Qiang shook his head.
He really couldn't figure out why seven or eight people had come, and now only he was left.
"Doctors have many ways to kill people without leaving evidence, understand?"
Lin Fan patted his face. "If you're not afraid of future complications, I'll let you go now."
Xiao Qiang's eyes widened, and he nodded repeatedly. "I'll go with you to Wangjia Village!"
...
At the same time, in Wangjia Village.
In a dilapidated house.
Long Mao and the others were arguing fiercely with Wang the Cripple.
"You all bragged about being able to do anything, that nothing was impossible for you. What do you have to say now?"
Wang the Cripple yelled at the top of his lungs, "You wanted two pigs from me. Damn it, you're not even worthy of their dung!"
"Old Wang, what do you mean?"
Long Mao gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "My brothers did this job for you. We may not have succeeded, but we worked hard. Is this how you treat us?"
Wang the Cripple opened his mouth, but held back the more offensive words.
Damn brothers!
They were all pathetic. How could they be called brothers?
Wang the Cripple scorned them in his heart and then turned away, not wanting to deal with them.
Long Mao stepped forward and placed his hand on Wang the Cripple's shoulder. "You didn't mention before that Lin Fan had a village committee secretary backing him!"
"My goodness, with one phone call, they reached the Public Security Bureau."
"What do you expect us to do?"
Wang the Cripple snorted, "So? You just ran away and left Xiao Qiang there alone?"
Long Mao shrugged indifferently. "He wouldn't dare kill anyone. In the end, he'd have to let Xiao Qiang go. It's fine."
He changed the subject and lowered his voice. "Old Wang, the brothers had a setback and aren't feeling good. How about you give us some money, and I'll take them out for a drink to cheer everyone up."
"You want me to pay?"
Wang the Cripple turned back, pointed at himself, and said, "You messed up the job this badly, and you still want me to pay for your drinks? Is that reasonable?"
"Old Wang, if you say that, then our brotherhood is over."
Long Mao put on a stern face and said, "Fine, let's just say the brothers misjudged you. We don't lack one meal from you!"
"Let's go, brothers. What are we still waiting for? Old Wang is rich now and looks down on us poor brothers."
Long Mao said this sarcastically.
A group of hoodlums looked at Wang the Cripple, their eyes filled with resentment.
They were already contemplating how to trip Wang the Cripple up.
Wang the Cripple understood their character.
He waved his hand in frustration. "Alright, alright, it's my fault, okay?"
The barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, but he had a pig farm.
If someone, out of sheer malice, threw a couple of packs of rat poison into the pigpen, he would lose a fortune!
Thinking this, Wang the Cripple no longer hesitated. He directly took out five hundred yuan and reluctantly handed it to Long Mao. "Is that enough?"
"There are seven or eight of us. That's not even enough for one dish per person!"
Long Mao's eyes gleamed as he stared at Wang the Cripple's thick wallet. "Give me another five hundred."
"At most another three hundred. If you had handled the job properly, I would have given you ten thousand, but since you failed, this is all you get!"
Wang the Cripple finished speaking, took out two more red bills, and slapped them into Long Mao's hand.
"Fine, it's enough to get by."
Long Mao nodded with satisfaction.
Just then, an off-road vehicle suddenly sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Wang the Cripple saw through the broken window that it was Lin Fan's Wrangler.
"Oh no, that's Lin Fan's car!"