Chapter 39 You fat bastard, I'll fight you to the death!

Zhou Xiaoming stood at the hospital entrance carrying a bag.

The flow of people coming and going around him seemed to speed up countless times, but he seemed to be frozen in the crack of time, out of place in this hustle and bustle.

Cars sped past one after another on the street.

The blaring of loudspeakers was deafening.

Zhou Xiaoming stood there for a long time, the noise around him making him extremely irritable. Suddenly, he had an urge to pick up a hammer and rush over to smash things.

Finally, he dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the bus stop.

Along the way, he kept his head down, trying to avoid the stares around him. These stares were so piercing that he couldn't help but want to shrink back into his shell.

The bus stop was faintly visible in the distance, and several figures moved around under the bus stop sign. He subconsciously lowered his head even further.

At this moment.

A bus slowly pulled into the station.

The car door creaked open.

The crowd began to surge forward; some hurried forward, while others rushed off the bus, their footsteps sounding chaotic and disorderly.

He squeezed through the crowd, found a seat by the window, and placed the medicine bag on his lap.

After the bus had traveled some distance, a middle-aged woman with a wealthy appearance got on. She looked around and then slowly moved to stand next to Zhou Xiaoming, deliberately raising her voice: "Young people these days really don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young. They won't even give up a seat. I don't know what kind of education the school provides."

The woman's voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire bus, and the people around her stopped talking and looked in her direction.

Zhou Xiaoming was stunned for a moment. He was already in a low mood, and hearing this made him even more irritable.

He gripped the medicine bag tightly, but didn't say a word.

The older woman persisted, saying, "Young people should exercise more. Why are you so delicate? When I was young, I was always on the go. Unlike now, I have to fight with the elderly for a seat on the bus."

Zhou Xiaoming frowned. He didn't want to argue with this woman, but her words made him very uncomfortable, and he unconsciously clenched the bag in his hand.

He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "Auntie, I'm sick. I just came from the hospital. I hope you can understand."

However, the older woman didn't believe her and instead sneered, "Kids these days go to the hospital for the slightest thing. They don't have that many illnesses! They're just spoiled!"

Her voice grew louder and louder.

Zhou Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly.

He could feel the gazes of the surrounding passengers piercing his back like needles, and the whispers seemed to grow louder and louder.

His breathing became rapid, his heart pounded wildly like a drum, and anger and resentment accumulated in his heart, almost overwhelming him.

The older woman seemed oblivious to the fact that Zhou Xiaoming was on the verge of a breakdown, and continued in a sharp tone, "Young people these days, they're so immature, they have no compassion at all..."

"Enough!" Zhou Xiaoming finally lost his temper. He stood up abruptly, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "You fat bastard, can you please stop talking?!"

The air inside the carriage froze instantly, and the surrounding passengers were startled by the sudden outburst, all stopping their conversations.

The woman froze for two seconds, then her face instantly turned bright red, her eyes filled with anger and disbelief: "You ill-mannered brat, who are you calling a fat old hag? I'm just stating the facts, what? You want to hit me...?"

Zhou Xiaoming's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

His vision was filled with blood red, and all he could hear was the old woman's shrill voice. He stopped thinking about the consequences and felt an uncontrollable urge erupting within him.

His fist clenched instantly, and then he swung it out without hesitation, smashing it hard into the old woman's face.

The woman let out a scream and fell backward.

Zhou Xiaoming's anger did not subside; instead, it flared up like gunpowder and became uncontrollable.

He lunged at her, gripping the woman's neck tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging menacingly.

The carriage immediately descended into chaos.

"Let go! Let go now!" A middle-aged man rushed forward and forcefully pried Zhou Xiaoming's wrist off, but Zhou Xiaoming, like a crazed wild beast, not only refused to let go but gripped even tighter...

"Has this child gone mad?" The surrounding crowd quickly moved away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The woman's face turned bright red, and she made a soft "gurgling" sound in her throat. She weakly scratched at Zhou Xiaoming's arm with both hands, but could not break free from his grip.

Until its strength gradually diminishes and it stops struggling.

Zhou Xiaoming's fist remained frozen in mid-air. He stared blankly at the old woman's lifeless eyes, then suddenly let go.

My body instinctively took two steps back.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, his face filled with terror.

"I killed someone... I killed someone..."

The air inside the carriage seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only a deathly silence.

Several passengers frantically pulled out their phones to call the police.

"This person is mentally ill."

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

Looking at these unfamiliar faces, Zhou Xiaoming's mind went blank, his ears were ringing, and all that remained was a cold numbness and helplessness.

All the sounds seemed to be amplified infinitely, then shrunk infinitely, becoming distant and blurry, until finally only the words "Call the police! Call the police now!" echoed in my ears.

Suddenly, the scene abruptly changed.

Zhou Xiaoming suddenly came to his senses.

He found himself back in his seat, the old lady still nagging: "Young people should exercise more, why are you so delicate? When I was your age, I was running around every day, unlike now, when you have to fight with the elderly for a seat on the bus."

Zhou Xiaoming looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, panting heavily, cold sweat trickling down his face, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Was that just his hallucination?

He stared at the chattering old woman in front of him, his heart still pounding, feeling a sense of unreality.

Seeing that he was acting strangely, the older woman continued in a sharp tone, "Young people these days are so immature, they have no compassion at all..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiaoming suddenly stood up from his seat.

The woman was startled and took two steps back: "What are you going to do? Are you trying to hit me?"

Zhou Xiaoming remained silent.

He simply slung his backpack over his shoulder.

He got off the bus looking completely lost and dejected.

The middle-aged woman sat down contentedly, a displeased look on her face: "These young people nowadays, they have no manners at all, they can't even speak properly, all their education has gone to waste..."