Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 522: Chapter 521: Help...

When it came to physical altercations like fighting, Yan Feifan, whose personality was originally on the weaker side, would avoid them if he could. If that wasn’t an option, he’d be quick to surrender.

This seemed to be a common personality flaw among intelligent people.

Growing up, Yan Feifan had been a favorite of his teachers and the school. With the added protection of his older sister and his uncle, he was rarely bullied.

Of course, verbal threats from troublesome classmates were still unavoidable.

During his childhood and teenage years, the worst bullying Yan Feifan endured came mainly from a few bratty kids of the same age in his neighborhood.

For some unknown reason, they were always picking fights with Yan Feifan and had even beaten him up a few times.

His sister took Yan Feifan to the homes of these brats, but their parents just gave perfunctory apologies and left it at that.

Later, his uncle secretly had someone beat those guys up badly, and only then did they finally leave him alone.

But the Yan Feifan of today was a little different from before.

Perhaps it was just as Director Miao Quan had said: a mental change had given Yan Feifan more courage and a spirit for adventure.

There was another point: Yan Feifan recognized the grave danger he was in.

The four people in front of him were all teenagers, around sixteen or seventeen years old.

They already had adult-like physiques, fueled by raging hormones and impulsive energy, yet lacked the mature mindset to control it.

They were impulsive, knew no fear, and could easily get carried away in a physical conflict, letting the violence escalate and cause irreversible consequences.

Yan Feifan had seen many such serious cases in the hospital, and many of them had started from trivial matters.

Moreover, as a surgeon, Yan Feifan’s greatest asset was his fine motor skills.

If they managed to injure his hands or arms, the consequences...

So, after a quick and simple assessment of the situation, Yan Feifan decided that when cornered, the brave one wins.

Not only that, but Yan Feifan also had to strike first to gain the upper hand.

The moment the leading youth shouted, "Beat him so bad his own mother won’t recognize him," Yan Feifan moved.

His decisive action was a series of combination attacks, the result of a rapid mental simulation.

His attack was like a thunderbolt—swift as lightning and powerful as a storm.

Taking advantage of his height and long legs, Yan Feifan took a step forward and thrust out a kick, aiming for the abdomen of the leading youth closest to him.

He had learned this kick from Yu Suye.

Back then, Yu Suye had sent Lu Yao sprawling to his knees with a single kick. Yan Feifan had always thought it looked so cool, so powerful.

He had secretly analyzed it many times and consciously practiced it, secretly hoping that one day he could use it so stylishly.

It seemed hard work really did pay off.

Today, that sudden kick landed squarely on the youth at the very front, whose boastful words had barely faded.

’This feeling... is so damn good!’

The only thing Yan Feifan regretted was that there was no audience.

After delivering the kick, he bent down without the slightest pause and snatched the water cup from the coffee table.

He swung his arm in a wide arc and threw it with all his might.

It was his personal porcelain mug, and filled with lukewarm water, it weighed at least a pound.

The mug went WHOOSH as it flew toward the youth at the very back.

He had just locked the office door from the inside and was turning his upper body back around.

The mug struck him right in the forehead.

With Yan Feifan’s hand-eye coordination, and from only a few meters away, his aim was quite good.

With a dull THUD, shards and water flew everywhere. A mixture of blood and water blurred the youth’s vision, who was already seeing stars.

Yan Feifan’s assault didn’t stop.

After throwing the mug, he took another step, stomped heavily on the floor, and leaped toward the second youth.

As he rapidly closed the distance, Yan Feifan bent his right arm, leading with his elbow, and struck the youth’s lower left jaw.

When the human jaw and cheek area are struck heavily, there is a high probability of being knocked out directly.

This is because the force of the blow to the jaw is transmitted directly through vibration to the organ that maintains the body’s balance...

The cerebellum!

This severely impairs a person’s normal motor functions, inducing a vasovagal syncope and causing a temporary inability to control one’s limbs.

In boxing matches, many fighters are knocked out by a heavy blow to the chin.

Actually, Yan Feifan had another option.

The carotid sinus.

It’s about the size of a soybean, located on the middle of the outer side of the neck, with one on each side. It’s where the carotid artery’s pulse is most prominent.

It’s quite a miraculous spot!

Beneath the outer membrane of the carotid sinus wall are abundant sensory nerve endings, which act as a major receptor for regulating the body’s blood pressure and heart rate!

A direct strike or strong pressure on this spot will cause the heart rate to slow and blood pressure to drop, with a high chance of causing fainting.

Or even death.

However, causing a person to faint by striking this spot required a certain amount of luck, so Yan Feifan chose a more reliable target: the jaw.

To increase the force of the blow, Yan Feifan used a jumping motion for acceleration and struck with his elbow, not his fist.

First, an elbow strike is more powerful.

Second, Yan Feifan was worried that the powerful reactive force would injure his own fist.

Meeting the youth’s terrified gaze, Yan Feifan’s elbow landed solidly on his jaw.

The force was so great that it sent the youth flying sideways to the ground, where he rolled over twice.

As he landed, Yan Feifan used his momentum to drop into a crouch.

He lunged forward again, driving both fists into the area below the third youth’s right rib cage.

The force of a blow here is transmitted to the liver.

Intense liver pain will cause a person’s body to instantly go rigid, leaving them incapacitated.

Yan Feifan straightened up. Looking into the terrified eyes of the youth whose face was contorted in pain, he showed no mercy and delivered another clean elbow strike to his jaw.

Only then did Yan Feifan have time to survey the results of his work.

The youth hit in the face with the mug had slumped to the floor, hands clutching his bloody face.

The two youths who had been elbowed were lying motionless on the ground.

As for the leader who had been kicked in the stomach, he was kneeling on the floor, clutching his abdomen, groaning and dry-heaving nonstop.

Yan Feifan was very satisfied with this one-combo team wipe.

’Perfect!’

Yan Feifan assessed his highly efficient actions. It was a perfect combination of knowledge, courage, judgment, planning, execution, and physical fitness.

Suddenly, his sense of caution made Yan Feifan look again at the second youth on the floor.

Where his shirt had been pulled up, the handle of a knife was visible at his waist.

A chill ran down Yan Feifan’s spine.

Immediately, with two sharp kicks, he knocked out the two youths who were still conscious. Then he searched their bodies.

The search made Yan Feifan break out in a cold sweat.

Each of the four was carrying a short knife, all of different designs.

Judging by the material and design, they appeared to be standard-issue military knives used by various special forces units.

A wave of fear washed over Yan Feifan after the fact.

’Damn it. Good thing I was decisive and launched a preemptive strike. And it even succeeded so smoothly.’

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Yan Feifan’s gaze swept over the four unconscious youths on the floor, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He placed one of the military knives into each of the youths’ hands.

Yan Feifan knew there was a huge difference between a weapon being tucked in a waistband and being held in a hand.

He thought for a moment, then kicked the knives from two of the youths’ hands and to their sides. He then took the knife from the leader’s hand.

Yan Feifan used the knife to cut several slits in his own clothes.

Next, he gestured a few times over his own arm...

But Yan Feifan was truly afraid of pain, so in the end, he abandoned the self-harming ploy.

He looked at the sofa.

’This sofa is a bit old. It’s about time for a new one.’

As he thought this, Yan Feifan slashed the sofa a few times...

Yan Feifan spent a few more minutes setting up a "brutal" battlefield, then he started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Someone! Help me... Help!"