The Young Urban Doctor

"Let's go, forget about them. Time for dinner." In the midst of the recent chaos, Cao Jianhui had already called his elder brother, Cao Jianguang, asking him to take care of today's incident.

However, just as they were about to leave, staff from the university security department hurried over.

Seeing a group of Martial Arts Team and sports majors, burly students, standing awkwardly in the pool, afraid to come out, the security staff were stunned.

"The weather is too hot, they took a bath together in the pool. Such uncivilized behavior should be exposed and dealt with by the school," before the security could even ask, Cao Jianhui had already "condemned the wicked first" with his accusation, "It's a shame they are Yan University students. I'm embarrassed to have such schoolmates. I think it is necessary to suggest to the school that we need to strengthen moral education."

Li Fuming and Wu Longjiang, upon hearing what Cao Jianhui had said, wanted to laugh but dared not, almost suffocating from the effort to hold it in.

"We didn't want to take a bath; we were thrown in by him," Jin Qicai, who was so frustrated he wanted to strangle himself, yelled at the security after hearing Cao Jianhui's words, "Not only did they beat us, they threw us into the pool."

"Do you believe that?" Cao Jianhui chuckled to the muscular security leader, "There are more than a dozen of them, with such big frames, and only four of us frail students. It would be easy for them to beat us up, could we possibly beat them?"

The security leader looked at the large-bodied students still standing pitifully in the pool and then at Luo Ziling, Cao Jianhui, and the other two, feeling very perplexed. He knew what Jin Qicai said was probably true, but to believe it seemed very difficult.

They were well aware of the character of the people standing in the pool, and they knew their capabilities.

To knock these people down wasn't that simple, and based solely on Luo Ziling and the other three, it was something they could not bring themselves to believe.

But the reality in front of them left them no choice but to believe.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Ziling walked over, lifted a student standing by the pool into the air, and then asked him in front of the security, "Did you jump down by yourself just now, or were you kicked down by us?"

"It... it was me, I jumped by myself." The student, who weighed at least 160 pounds, was effortlessly picked up by Luo Ziling, his heartbeat quickened from fear, and he hurriedly answered Luo Ziling's question.

Luo Ziling, satisfied, put the student back in the pool, then called another one over.

The other student came over with trembling fear, and Luo Ziling easily lifted him out of the water as well, asking the same question as before.

The student also "honestly" admitted that he had jumped in himself and had not been kicked in by Luo Ziling.

Indeed, they had jumped in themselves a moment ago, not kicked in by Luo Ziling.

Luo Ziling's actions were met with laughter from some students, but they left even more people utterly astonished.

Especially the security guards, who were almost staring in disbelief.

Luo Ziling, with an effortless demeanor, easily lifted 150 to 160-pound big guys out of the pool with just one hand. Such strength was beyond their imagination.

All the security staff had now come to believe that these Martial Arts Team and sports majors had indeed been beaten into the pool by Luo Ziling alone.

Understanding this, they naturally became afraid of Luo Ziling and did not dare to hassle them further.

"Did you really jump in yourselves?" The security leader asked the students in the pool, holding back laughter, and then said, "If you did jump in yourselves, then come on up. Since there's been no fighting, that's the end of it. Everybody disperse."

"Let's go, time for dinner," hearing the security leader say this, the students standing in the pool didn't dare make any more fuss. Feeling refreshed from head to toe, the tiredness from today's military training had vanished without a trace for Cao Jianhui. He was experiencing a sense of exhilaration he had never felt before, and he patted Luo Ziling on the back, "It's on me. Order whatever you guys fancy, don't worry about the cost."

Saying this, he didn't pay any more attention to the Martial Arts Team students who were starting to get out of the pool, the onlookers, or the security who had come to handle the situation. He beckoned Li Fuming and Wu Longjiang, slung his arm around Luo Ziling's shoulders, and they left.

Some busybody posted about the incident on the university forum.

In no time at all, countless comments appeared. Many expressed astonishment, but even more people couldn't believe it.

After the Martial Arts Team students got out, a few security guards hurried over to inquire about the situation.

But these individuals were unwilling to interact too much with the security and slinked away dejectedly.

"Huh, they actually don't want our involvement? Well, then they can handle it themselves." The security leader was only too glad to have less on his plate, even deciding not to report the incident.

Luo Ziling, who was being taken out for dinner by Cao Jianhui, had no idea that he had become a hot topic on the campus network forum, nor did he know that from today on, he would become the most famous figure among the freshmen.

Of course, with his growing reputation, troubles and more incidents followed.