City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 917: Henry Seeks Medical Advice

Chapter 917: Chapter 917: Henry Seeks Medical Advice

After much contemplation, Henry finally realized that undergoing surgery to remove the cancerous, spreading stomach tissue was the best option. Once he made the decision, there was no room for delay.

After notifying the attending physician, the attending physician informed the chief surgeon.

Compared to other ordinary patients, Dr. Henry’s status and family background were different, so his surgery would definitely be prioritized.

Everything was ready. Henry was wheeled into the sterile operating room, and the anesthetist had already prepared the anesthesia and was about to administer it when Henry suddenly seemed to recall something.

"Stop!"

Henry shouted loudly.

The anesthetist, who was just about to administer the anesthesia, was startled, thinking that Henry had lost his mind.

"Dr. Henry, what’s the matter?"

"Isn’t there a news story about a gastric cancer patient whose cancer cells completely vanished?"

"That news should be true."

The anesthetist said.

Henry then remembered—there was indeed a gastric cancer patient, and furthermore, it was a late-stage patient. After receiving treatment from that young doctor, his cancer cells completely disappeared, saving his life.

With that in mind, Henry naturally couldn’t proceed with the surgical treatment anymore.

Instead, he decided to leave the operating room, return to his hospital room, and immediately contact that young doctor to request treatment.

At this moment, the usually arrogant Henry realized that he now had to plead with that young doctor.

But where was that young doctor now?

Could he already have returned home?

Henry knew that only Dr. Fran or Louise might know the whereabouts of the young doctor.

"Dr. Fran, this is Henry."

Henry picked up his phone and called Dr. Fran.

The other party didn’t yet know that he had been diagnosed with gastric cancer, so Dr. Fran was puzzled as to why Henry was calling him so late at night.

"I want to find Dr. Ye."

"Are you planning to pay him the money you owe him?"

"No, it’s about something else."

Henry said.

"What is it?"

"I’ve been diagnosed with gastric cancer, and now I want to seek treatment from Dr. Ye."

After hearing this, Dr. Fran finally understood.

"I don’t know where Dr. Ye is, but Louise might know. I’ll have to ask Louise for you."

"Alright then, Dr. Fran. Please hurry—I’m already experiencing cancer cell metastasis."

After hanging up the call with Henry, Dr. Fran couldn’t help but smile mischievously. He found Henry to be quite amusing—here was someone who had gone back on his word, refusing to pay the money he owed, yet now desperately needing the other person’s help to treat his condition.

Why would Dr. Ye be willing to treat him?

Dr. Fran picked up his phone to call Louise. Around this time, Zhou Wenting had gone to share a room with Helena, leaving Louise to sleep alone.

To Louise, this was perfect. She preferred having a room to herself, and as for those red-eyed, white-haired bats, she considered them sacred creatures and thus wasn’t frightened in the least.

The phone rang, and Louise picked it up to see that it was Dr. Fran calling.

"Dr. Fran, hello."

"Miss Louise, sorry to disturb you so late, but it’s like this—Dr. Henry just called me to say he’s been diagnosed with gastric cancer and hopes Dr. Ye can come to treat him."

Henry diagnosed with gastric cancer?

This struck Louise as quite odd—wasn’t he perfectly fine?

"When did this happen?"

"He just called me."

Dr. Fran said.

"I’ll talk to Dr. Ye about it then. As to whether he’ll agree to treat Henry, I can’t say for sure."

After hanging up with Dr. Fran, Louise couldn’t help but laugh.

That bastard Henry—breaking his word, embarrassing the French, and now, no more than two days later, he’s diagnosed with gastric cancer.

People like him are better off dead.

Wearing her nightgown, Louise left her room and headed to Ye Qiu’s room, thinking he’d probably gone to bed already.

When she knocked on the door, Ye Qiu, who had been cultivating, opened his eyes. Upon opening the door, he saw Louise standing there in her nightgown.

"Louise, what’s the matter?"

Louise had already stepped inside.

This Louise wouldn’t be here for the same reason as last time, would she?

For reasons unknown, Ye Qiu found himself somewhat expectant.

Louise sat directly on the edge of the bed and looked at Ye Qiu, saying, "Dr. Fran just called me. He said that Henry has been diagnosed with gastric cancer and Henry hopes you can go treat him."

"What? Henry has gastric cancer?"

Ye Qiu asked in apparent surprise.

In truth, he knew everything.

"I just got the call from Dr. Fran too. So what’s your plan?"

"Of course I can treat him. But I’ll be charging a medical fee—tell Dr. Fran it will be at least fifty million Euros."

"Qiu, that much?"

Louise asked.

"When I cured Count Charley’s condition, he gifted me a castle and an estate. Do you think that was excessive?"

"Not at all—Count Charley was worth that price."

"Exactly. And previously, Henry agreed to pay what he owed but never did. Now, treating him without charging the unpaid amount would already be gracious."

Louise understood, so she immediately grabbed her phone to call Dr. Fran. She conveyed Ye Qiu’s conditions clearly, and after ending the call, she turned to Ye Qiu and said, "Qiu, I’ll head back now."

Louise gave Ye Qiu a quick glance before leaving his room.

Feeling some heat coursing through his body, Ye Qiu had no choice but to calm himself and continue cultivating the Primordial Five Emperors Technique.

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After finishing the call with Louise, Dr. Fran dialed Henry’s number, saying, "Henry, congratulations—Dr. Ye has agreed to treat you. But there’s a condition."

"Dr. Fran, what condition?"

"He requires you to pay a large medical fee. Otherwise, he won’t treat you."

Charging a fee for treatment—that was reasonable.

"Alright, how much?"

"Fifty million Euros. Louise just informed me of this."

Henry nearly fainted upon hearing this.

Fifty million Euros?

After hanging up the phone with Dr. Fran, Henry could only pace back and forth in his hospital room. But he couldn’t hesitate any longer. Given his condition, forget fifty million—even five hundred million Euros would be worth it, as his life was priceless.

After sorting his thoughts, Henry calmed down. He hoped Ye Qiu would treat him as soon as possible to alleviate his current pain.

When Henry called Dr. Fran again, Dr. Fran, anticipating the return call, hadn’t yet gone to bed. He asked, "Dr. Henry, what’s your decision?"

"I’ve made up my mind—I can agree to pay that medical fee. But I hope he treats me as soon as possible."

"However, Miss Louise has likely already gone to bed. I’ll have to check with her tomorrow."