3 Feet Tall but I’m the Dragon God

Chapter 5- A clumsy little accident

Dr. Wang’s laughter echoed off the sterile white tiles of the VIP room, loud and grating.

The nurses outside the glass partition were giggling too, whispering behind their hands as they looked at Lin Fan like he was a talking cartoon animal.

"Delivered a pizza? No, I think he delivers bad luck," Dr. Wang sneered, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. He turned his back on Lin Fan, dismissing him entirely. "Nurses! Prep the patient for a manual bone reduction. We don’t have time for general anesthesia, and frankly, the Su family isn't paying for it. Just bite down on this leather strap, Su Hao. This is going to hurt."

Su Hao’s face drained of whatever little color it had left. "Wait, what? No anesthesia? Doc, I read that manual reduction without numbing can cause nerve damage! I play golf, I need my grip!"

"Shut up and take the strap, you spoiled brat," Dr. Wang snapped, his arrogant facade slipping to reveal the sadistic impatience underneath. He grabbed Su Hao’s swollen, mangled wrist with both hands. "On three. One... two..."

Lin Fan sighed internally. *If this quack yanks it, the bone shards will sever the median nerve. The kid will be useless for a year.*

He couldn't let that happen. Not because he cared about Su Hao, but because a useless Su Hao meant Madam Su would be home crying all day, which meant less peace and quiet for Lin Fan.

As Dr. Wang braced his foot against the bedframe to pull, Lin Fan took a step forward. But instead of a smooth, martial-arts glide, he intentionally caught the toe of his cheap canvas shoe on the edge of the medical cart.

"Whoa!" Lin Fan yelped, pitching his small body forward.

Because he only weighed eighty pounds, the fall looked entirely natural. He tumbled through the air, his short arms flailing, and his hands slapped directly onto Su Hao’s wrist just as Dr. Wang yanked it.

"Get off me, you clumsy freak!" Su Hao screamed.

But the moment Lin Fan’s small hands clamped down, the atmosphere in the room subtly shifted. Lin Fun channeled a microscopic thread of his condensed Asura energy into his palms. His grip, backed by the density of a three-hundred-and-eighty-pound physique compressed into a tiny frame, locked onto Su Hao’s arm like a titanium vice.

Dr. Wang pulled with all his might, but his arms suddenly stopped. He blinked, confused, trying to yank the arm again. It wouldn't budge. Lin Fan’s small hands were holding the arm perfectly steady.

Then, with a subtle, almost imperceptible twist of his wrists, Lin Fan applied a precise, vibrating force directly into the shattered radius and ulna bones.

*CRACK. CRACK-CRACK.*

The sound was like dry branches snapping in a quiet forest.

Dr. Wang stumbled backward, falling on his ass, his eyes wide with shock. Su Hao’s scream died in his throat, turning into a confused gasp. The agonizing, throbbing pain that had been radiating up his arm instantly vanished, replaced by a strange, warm tingling sensation.

Su Hao slowly lowered his arm. He looked at his hand. The grotesque, purple swelling was already beginning to recede. He flexed his fingers. They moved smoothly, perfectly aligned. There was no pain. None.

"What... what just happened?" Su Hao stammered, staring at his hand like it belonged to someone else.

Dr. Wang scrambled to his feet, his face red with a mix of fury and embarrassment. "You! You little idiot! You ruined the alignment! You probably crushed his carpal bones!" He lunged forward to grab Su Hao’s wrist and check it, but the moment his fingers touched the skin, he froze.

The bones were perfectly set. In fact, they were set so flawlessly that the micro-fractures were already beginning to fuse. It was a medical impossibility.

"His... his bones are aligned," Dr. Wang whispered, his voice trembling. He looked at Lin Fan, who was currently sitting on the floor, rubbing his knee and looking incredibly pathetic. "How did you... what did you do?"

"I told you, I tripped," Lin Fan said, his voice laced with innocent panic. He looked up at Dr. Wang with wide, apologetic eyes. "I’m so sorry, Doctor. I just fell and grabbed his arm to catch myself. Did I make it worse? I can pay for the malpractice insurance!"

Su Qing, who had been watching in stunned silence, walked over and gently took her brother’s hand. She flexed his fingers, her sharp eyes darting from Su Hao’s perfectly healed hand to her tiny husband sitting on the floor.

"Dr. Wang," Su Qing said, her voice icy. "It seems my husband’s 'clumsiness' fixed the problem. Since the procedure is complete, I assume your consultation f*e is waived?"

Dr. Wang’s mouth opened and closed like a landed fish. He couldn't admit that a dwarf had just performed a miracle reduction that would have taken him three hours and a team of specialists. His reputation was on the line.

"Ah... yes! Exactly!" Dr. Wang lied smoothly, puffing out his chest. "My preliminary manipulation of the meridians loosened the joints, and the boy’s fall simply provided the final kinetic force needed to snap them into place. A brilliant collaborative effort, really. Yes, the f*e is waived. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a gala to prepare for. Su Qing, don't forget your date with Young Master Zhao tomorrow!"

He swept out of the room, his nurses trailing behind him, though they cast several highly suspicious glances back at Lin Fan.

Madam Su immediately rushed to Su Hao, fussing over his hand. "Oh, thank heavens! Dr. Wang is truly a genius! And to think, your clumsy falling actually helped for once. Lin Fan, you should be thankful your stupidity was useful for once in your life!"

Lin Fan just stood up, dusting off his jeans. "Happy to help, Mother Su."

***

Later that evening, the Su family was gathered in the living room. Su Hao was happily eating fruit with his fully healed hand, while Madam Su was scrolling through her tablet. Suddenly, she gasped, dropping the device on the coffee table.

"Look at this! Look at the news!" she shrieked.

Su Qing and Lin Fan leaned in. The screen showed shaky cell phone footage from the Jiang City docks. The video showed a massive, towering figure wearing a terrifying iron mask and a dark, flowing robe. The giant was moving like a blur, tossing fully grown gangsters through the air like ragdolls and crushing steel shipping containers with his bare hands.

The news anchor’s voice was frantic: *"The legendary Supreme Dragon God has made his first public appearance in five years. Witnesses describe the underworld king as a seven-foot-tall demon of martial arts, a giant who commands the shadows..."*

Su Hao swallowed hard, a piece of apple getting stuck in his throat. "Seven feet tall? Did you see him crush that forklift? If the Dragon God is that big, he’s basically a monster. I’m glad we aren't involved with the underworld, man. Guys that size will snap you like a twig."

"Absolutely terrifying," Madam Su agreed, shivering. She glanced at Lin Fan, who was currently struggling to open a small carton of yogurt because the tab was stuck. "Unlike some people in this house who can't even open their own snacks. If the Dragon God ever saw you, Lin Fan, he’d probably mistake you for a child and step on you by accident."

Lin Fan finally popped the yogurt open and took a small sip. "Yeah," he mumbled, his mouth full. "Sounds like a real giant. Very scary."

Su Qing wasn't watching the TV. She was watching Lin Fan. She remembered the sheer, suffocating pressure she had felt from him at the banquet when Zhao Feng splashed wine on him. It was a pressure that made her feel like she was standing at the bottom of the ocean. *A giant crushes shipping containers,* she thought, her mind racing. *But the pressure I felt from Lin Fan... it felt heavier. Denser.*

Before she could voice her thoughts, Su Qing’s phone buzzed. It was an email from the Zhao family’s event planning committee.

She opened it, and her face instantly fell.

"What is it?" Madam Su asked.

"It’s the official invitation for the charity gala tomorrow," Su Qing said, her voice tight. "But there’s an addendum." She read it aloud, her voice trembling slightly. *"Young Master Zhao requests the presence of Miss Su. However, due to the exclusive nature of the event and the strict dress code, no dependents, children, or pets are allowed. Please leave your little mascot at home."*

The room went dead silent.

Su Hao’s face twisted into a cruel grin. "Did you hear that, Qing'er? Zhao Feng doesn't want the dwarf there. Honestly, thank god. If you bring him, the whole city will laugh at us. Just leave him here. I’ll lock him in the basement so he doesn't wander off and get stepped on."

Lin Fan slowly lowered his yogurt. He looked at the phone, then at Su Qing, and finally at Su Hao. The bored, deadpan mask slipped for just a fraction of a second, revealing a glimpse of the cold, ruthless dragon beneath.

"The basement is a bit damp, Su Hao," Lin Fan said quietly. "I might catch a cold."

"Shut up, you don't catch colds, you're just useless," Su Hao laughed. "Just stay home, runt. This is big boy business."

Lin Fan didn't argue. He just turned and walked toward his small guest room. But as he closed the door, he pulled out his burner phone and sent a single text message to Secretary Yan.

*"Cancel the decoy for tomorrow night. I’m going to the gala. And Yan? Buy the catering company that’s supplying the Zhao family’s event. I want to personally inspect the menu."*