Chapter 62: The Fierce and Formidable Auntie Pang

"Are you out of your damn mind?! Who on earth brings a bedpan when visiting a patient?"

Yang Chun couldn't help asking with a puzzled look, "Yeah! Monkey, when did you..."

Hou Yong hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt Yang Chun and explained, "Brother Bo, don't look down on this bedpan! I bought this entirely for your needs! Look, aren't you injured? How inconvenient is it to get up in the middle of the night? With a bedpan, you won't have to go through the trouble of getting out of bed. How convenient is that!"

Li Haibo thought about it carefully and felt it made some sense, so he took the bedpan and said, "Since you've already bought it, just leave it here!"

Right at that moment, a shrill, scolding voice of a woman suddenly came from downstairs: "Which heartless bastard stole my bedpan? I've only used it for two days, and it was brand new!"

Hearing this curse, everyone turned their heads to look at Hou Yong in astonishment.

As for Li Haibo, looking at the bedpan in his hand, his cheek twitched violently.

"Brother Bo! Y-You listen to my explanation!" Hou Yong's face turned instantly pale as he hurriedly stood up.

"Great! Come on then! Let's hear your explanation!"

Hou Yong stammered, "I... I... I can't explain it!" While speaking incoherently, he slipped toward the door.

"Go to hell!" Li Haibo, consumed by rage, used all his strength to hurl the bedpan—which he had just reluctantly accepted—straight at Hou Yong.

"Ouch, oh mother!" Hearing the rush of wind behind him, Hou Yong instinctively ducked to avoid the flying bedpan and ran off at top speed.

With a crisp crash, the bedpan smashed against the hallway and shattered instantly into pieces, even splashing some water about.

Li Haibo looked at the puddle of water on the ground and then at his own hands.

"What the hell! These hands are ruined! I'm so pissed off!"

Furious beyond measure, Li Haibo kept cursing incessantly.

Yang Chun and Xiong Kui stood aside, not daring to breathe too heavily, terrified of becoming Li Haibo's punching bag by accident.

After a long while, Li Haibo calmed down slightly. "This Hou Yong, once my injuries heal, just you wait and see how I deal with him!"

Xiong Kui spoke up cautiously, "Brother Bo, what a mess... But Monkey really went too far this time."

Li Haibo cast a sideways glance at him and sighed, "Sigh—a born thief, hereditary, can't be changed. We've completely lost all our face this time!"

Yang Chun chimed in as well, "Exactly, exactly. Brother Bo, calm down. When he comes back, the rest of us will give him a good lesson."

Li Haibo let out a cold snort. "Come back? I doubt he has the face to show up again!"

Just as he was speaking, Hou Yong suddenly came running back in a panic, his face full of terror. "B-Brother Bo!"

Li Haibo glared at him and scolded, "What did you come back for?"

Before his voice faded, a stout, heavy-set woman wearing a hospital nursing uniform strode aggressively into the hospital room, wielding a mop handle, led by a boy of about ten years old.

The boy pointed his hand directly at Li Haibo and the others, shouting loudly, "Fat Auntie! They're the ones who stole your bedpan, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Fat Auntie glanced back at the shattered bedpan in the hallway, pointed her mop handle at the group, and cursed aggressively, "You little punks, even stealing a used bedpan! Now that you've been caught red-handed, what else do you have to say?"

Li Haibo's brow furrowed tightly. He suddenly raised his hand and let out a roar: "Let me speak!"

With that, he quickly pulled back the blanket, forcefully shoved his feet into his shoes, and strode step by step toward Fat Auntie with an intimidating aura.

Yang Chun and the others looked at Li Haibo with eyes full of admiration, whispering among themselves, "Brother Bo is truly righteous! When trouble comes, he really steps up and takes responsibility! Look at that presence, he truly deserves to be the boss!"

Fat Auntie, who had been completely arrogant just moments before, felt her confidence waver slightly as she looked at the fierce and steadily approaching Li Haibo.

Her momentum dropped instantly, but remembering she was in the right, she glared back stubbornly, though her voice trembled involuntarily: "Y-Y-You speak then!"

Li Haibo stood right in front of Fat Auntie, gritting his teeth as he looked down at her, raised his hand to slick back his hair forcefully, and then let out a sudden, explosive roar: "Run!"

Without missing a beat, he bolted out of the room and sprinted wildly toward the stairs.

His heavy footsteps pounded against the wooden floorboards, producing a resounding "Thump, thump, thump..." that echoed from close to far!

In an instant, the room fell dead silent.

The few of them looked at each other, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed in utter disbelief.

Yang Chun was the first to snap out of it, and he too yelled at the top of his lungs, "Run!"

Awakening from a dream, the crowd swarmed together and squeezed frantically toward the door.

Only then did Fat Auntie recover her senses, instantly boiling with rage. She gripped the mop handle tightly with both hands and began beating indiscriminately at the figures crowding out the door, cursing non-stop, "Little punks, stealing my bedpan, I'll beat you to death! Beat you to death!"

The blows fell like heavy raindrops upon them. Amidst a chorus of agonizing screams, they scrambled to shield their heads and fled the room in utter humiliation and disarray.

How could Fat Auntie let it go? She brandished her stick and chased them all the way out to the hospital entrance.

Had she not been so heavy and physically exhausted, such a fiery-tempered woman would have chased them even further.

Standing at the hospital gates, panting heavily, Fat Auntie continued to hurl abuses relentlessly.

Her shrill voice caused everyone in the hospital to turn their heads, stopping what they were doing to point and whisper in that direction.

As for Yang Chun and the others, terrified out of their wits by the chase, they didn't dare stop for even a second and ran wildly all the way.

Finally, after sprinting through several streets, they caught up with the equally breathless Li Haibo at a street corner.

Xiong Kui braced his hands on his knees, taking huge, gasping breaths. Regaining a bit of his strength, he complained, "Brother Bo, before you ran, you could at least have given us a hint! Just howling like that out of nowhere and vanishing in a flash—I didn't even react in time, and got hit four or five times with that Fat Auntie's mop handle. It hurts like hell!"

Li Haibo straightened up, wiped the bead-sized sweat drops from his forehead, and wore an expression of triumphant relief from having cheated death: "Could we have survived without running? I'm a wounded patient; if that Fat Auntie had cornered me, I'd have been beaten to death for sure!"

Xiong Kui looked at Li Haibo with a worried expression and asked anxiously, "Brother Bo! You haven't even gone through the discharge procedures yet! All our belongings are still in the hospital room. Are we even going back to St. Mary's Hospital?"

"Go back my ass, we're not going back! What a mess today, we've lost all our face. Forget this hospital, I don't even want to set foot in this neighborhood ever again. I honestly have no face left to face anyone!"

At this moment, Yang Chun said with a哭丧着脸 (mournful expression), "Brother Bo, can we go home first? My head hurts!"

Only then did Li Haibo cast his gaze toward Yang Chun, and at this single glance, he was genuinely startled.