Chapter Seventeen: Are You Trying to Frame Me?

Seeing Yan Fang spewing insults, Wu Bin smiled.

"You've got a lot of nerve, daring to curse at me."

Wu Bin pulled out the white card given to him by Li Guotai. "Do you know what this is?"

Yan Fang looked blank and shook her head.

Wu Bin said confidently, "This is a medical card given to me personally by Dean Li Guotai. With this card, I can receive treatment at any hospital in the country on credit, and I am entitled to priority care!"

Yan Fang was even more confused. She had expected him to pull out a credit card—something like a Centurion card, globally limited edition, something that would demonstrate his status and social standing. Instead, this kid pulled out a health insurance card?

Yan Fang let out a mocking laugh and swiped her hand, knocking the card out of Wu Bin’s grip. "What kind of nonsense is this? Which mental institution did you escape from? Do you want to see if I’ll beat you to death?"

Hearing that Yan Fang was about to resort to violence, He Bingbing quickly stepped in front of Wu Bin. "Ma'am, please calm down. Wu Bin’s health is very poor. If you actually lay a hand on him, you will be held responsible for all the consequences."

Wu Bin was amused. Beat him? Who gave her the audacity to talk to him like that? Wu Bin gestured for He Bingbing to move aside, then leaned his face forward. "Come on, lady, don't be shy. If you've got the guts, just try hitting me."

Arrogant and overbearing! As Wu Bin thrust his face forward, the couple was so furious their faces turned pale, yet they didn't actually dare to strike. There were so many people around recording with their phones, and surveillance cameras were overhead; hitting him would cost them a fortune.

Seeing them hesitate, Wu Bin scoffed, "Running your mouth for so long, turns out you're all bark and no bite. I actually thought you had the guts to touch me."

Yan Fang was trembling with rage. "You!"

Wu Bin retorted without hesitation, "You what? If you've got the ability, hit me. If not, keep your mouth shut and stop making a fool of yourself."

Wu Bin’s sharp retort thrilled the netizens.

"I didn't expect that even though Wu Bin is frail, he's so savage when it comes to roasting people!"

"You guys underestimate the combat power of college students. You should know that the keyboard warriors on the internet are mostly college students."

"If we weren't live-streaming, I bet Wu Bin could have cursed even harder."

"Wu Bin really is a student with a strong sense of justice. Look past his fragile health—he’s got guts! He didn't show an ounce of fear against this couple, and he’s scared them so much they don't even dare to move."

The netizens were having a blast, but the couple felt deeply humiliated.

Especially the middle-aged man, Lu Guanghao. He was naturally hot-tempered; otherwise, he wouldn't have jumped out of his car to vent the moment the collision occurred. Seeing Wu Bin openly provoking him, Lu Guanghao couldn't hold back anymore. He walked up to Wu Bin, clenched his fists, and said, "Kid, don't think I don't dare to touch you. If I hit you, the most it’ll cost me is some money. We have plenty of money—do you understand?"

Wu Bin smiled contemptuously. "Don't just talk. If you've got the guts, do it. What's the point of just running your mouth? Do you think I'm afraid of your hot air?"

Damn it! Lu Guanghao was furious. He had always been a bully in Jincheng and feared no one. He had originally intended to let this kid off, but the brat was actually pushing him.

Yan Fang noticed Lu Guanghao’s rage and egged him on from the side, "Honey, teach him a lesson. I'll pay for it—I'll take responsibility for whatever happens!"

With Yan Fang saying that, Lu Guanghao couldn't lose face in front of his wife. He reached out and slapped Wu Bin on the head. It wasn't a hard blow, just a gesture of provocation, like an adult patting a child’s head, meant to assert dominance.

But who would have thought that with just a light push, Wu Bin would lose control and tumble to the ground?

Lu Guanghao’s heart skipped a beat. He realized something was wrong. Is this kid really that frail? It felt like he had just pushed against a cardboard cutout on the side of the road. Is he trying to scam me?

As Lu Guanghao thought this, Wu Bin had already crashed heavily onto the ground. Even more terrifyingly, his head had struck the concrete curb! Blood splattered from Wu Bin’s eyes as he clutched them, screaming in agony.

"Damn, my eyes!"

The moment Wu Bin fell, his "Severe Disability" effect triggered. However, Wu Bin hadn't expected the affected area to be his eyes! It felt as if someone had violently torn at his eyeballs; the intense pain surged into his brain, nearly causing him to black out. No wonder this condition was ranked alongside sudden death—the pain alone was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

Watching Wu Bin rolling on the ground, Yan Fang scoffed, "You brat, don't think I don't know you're trying to scam us. It won't work. Modern medicine is too advanced; a simple check will reveal whether you’re actually hurt. What’s the point of faking it?"

Yan Fang even poked Wu Bin with her high-heeled shoe, trying to make him get up. But when Wu Bin turned his face, it gave her a massive shock.

Two streams of bloody tears were flowing down his face. His expression of agony caused everyone around to gasp in horror.

"Quick, call 120! Get an ambulance here now!"

"Call the police! Call the police immediately!"

Yan Fang was stunned; Wu Bin’s miserable state didn't look like an act. Lu Guanghao was also dazed, subconsciously looking at his right hand. He had only lightly patted the kid’s head—could it really be this serious?

"H-honey, maybe we should leave," Yan Fang whispered, pulling on Lu Guanghao, trying to slip away.

But the crowd had been watching them closely, and as soon as they saw them trying to leave, they swarmed forward.

"No, you can't leave!"

"That's right! You beat someone up like this and think you can just walk away? Don't move!"

The couple had been too arrogant earlier, and the onlookers had already had enough. Now that they had actually assaulted Wu Bin, they had incited public outrage.

Just then, the police arrived.

"Make way, don't crowd around." Two police cars pulled over, and four officers got out.

"What's going on? Who called the police?" asked the lead officer, an older man.

He Bingbing quickly stepped forward. "I did. My car collided with theirs."

The lead officer, Kang Xing, frowned, looking displeased. "A traffic accident? Then call the traffic police. Why did you call us?"

He Bingbing explained, "Officer, it was indeed a simple traffic accident at first, but this man jumped out and smashed our car—it was terrifying. And he just assaulted someone."

Kang Xing scratched his head, thinking about how to downplay the situation. He had handled many such disputes; they were usually mutual fights where both sides got a slap on the wrist. However, when he clearly saw Wu Bin lying on the ground, his expression changed instantly.

"Damn, this is serious!"