City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 380 - 380 0381 How Much Is His Life Worth

380: Chapter 0381: How Much Is His Life Worth?

380: Chapter 0381: How Much Is His Life Worth?

Chen Fang came out of Ye Qiu’s room first, her expression hardly different from before.

“What did Dr.

Ye say?”

Chen Fang shook her head, “Mrs.

Liang, you should go back first.

When my husband comes back, then we can try to persuade him.”

Zhang Jing felt very disappointed when she heard that Ye Qiu was still unwilling to treat her husband.

However, she had already been sitting at the Ye family’s house for an entire afternoon.

After telling Chen Fang, Zhang Jing came downstairs and drove the BMW back to Jinling Hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital’s parking lot, she hurried into Liang Shipeng’s private VIP ward.

Pushing the door open and entering, she saw her husband, connected to an IV drip, already asleep.

“How is my husband’s condition?”

“He got agitated this afternoon and vomited a lot of blood again,” whispered the female nurse.

“Who agitated him?”

Zhang Jing asked angrily.

Director Luo had already said that Liang Shipeng couldn’t be agitated anymore.

Yet, in her absence that afternoon, Liang Shipeng had been agitated again.

Now that Liang Shipeng was already showing severe symptoms of coughing up blood, if he was agitated further, the bleeding would definitely worsen.

“Mrs.

Liang, it was the Liang family’s eldest young master and that young woman,” said the nurse.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing immediately suspected it had something to do with the Liang Group.

She hadn’t expected her son’s true character to show so quickly; although she doted on him greatly, in her rational mind, Zhang Jing was still very clear about his nature.

Now it seemed that only if Ye Qiu cured Liang Shipeng of his illness, could all these crises be averted.

The problem was that Ye Qiu was still unwilling!

…

It was after ten o’clock at night when Liang Shipeng awoke.

Zhang Jing sat by his side, tightly holding his hands, noticing that he had aged significantly more.

“It hurts, it hurts a lot!”

Liang Shipeng’s hoarse voice came out as he felt excruciating pain all over his body.

This pain was almost unbearable for him.

“I’ll go call Director Luo over.”

That evening, Luo Wenke was still on duty.

When Zhang Jing went to his ward to call him over to check on Liang Shipeng, Luo Wenke quickly examined him and discovered that the spread and metastasis of the cancer cells in Shipeng’s body were beyond his imagination.

During the examination that morning, the cancer was only detected in the liver and kidneys, but now it had spread throughout the body.

Luo Wenke’s pain was due to the cancer cells spreading and metastasizing into his bones.

Luo Wenke had the nurse prepare a double dose of pain medication for himself, then took Zhang Jing to his office where he said to her, “Mrs.

Liang, you need to be mentally prepared at all times.”

Initially, Luo Wenke believed that Liang Shipeng could at least last half a month given his condition, but now it seemed he might not make it through a week.

And from the recent events, it seemed he might not survive more than two days.

Having worked in cancer research for so long and treated numerous patients, Luo knew that if the illness was detected in time, there was more than a fifty percent chance for the patients to live another three to five years.

However, since the first round of chemotherapy for Liang Shipeng had failed, Luo Wenke realized that the severity of Shipeng’s condition had surpassed his expectations.

When Zhang Jing didn’t speak, Luo Wenke continued, “Try to get the Chairman Liang to take care of his affairs.

I fear that in these coming days, he might slip into a deep coma, and if he passes away suddenly, many things would be left unsettled, which could lead to serious issues.”

Since Luo Wenke had said so much, Zhang Jing understood.

While Luo Wenke wanted to say more, Zhang Jing left his office.

She didn’t go anywhere else but instead came downstairs from the building, got into her car, and drove toward the old residential area of the Jiangbei Textile Factory where Ye Qiu lived.

When she arrived at the entrance of the old textile factory quarters, it was already over twelve o’clock at midnight.

She parked the car hurriedly and rushed to the door of the apartment where Ye Qiu stayed.

At the door, Zhang Jing knocked desperately.

Inside, Ye Weidong, his wife, and Ye Xue quickly heard the knocking at the door.

The three of them thought it was someone else.

When Weidong got up, turned on the living room light, and then opened the door, they saw Zhang Jing.

Ye Weidong didn’t recognize Zhang Jing, but according to what Chen Fang had told him, this middle-aged woman should be Liang Shipeng’s wife.

“I need to find Doctor Ye.”

Ye Qiu was still in his room practicing cultivation.

The moonlight was exceptionally beautiful tonight, and Ye Qiu had started his cultivation at eleven o’clock, using the “Primordial Five Emperors Technique.” The endless stream of Moonlight Essence entered his body, transformed into True Qi through Spiritual Energy, and was stored in his Dantian.

However, just now, while still in the midst of his cultivation, Ye Qiu had woken up when he suddenly heard the knocking at the door.

Ye Qiu knew that he needed to move to Jiangnan as soon as possible.

Cultivating in this place was definitely going to be affected.

“Ye Qiu is asleep.”

Ye Weidong said.

“My, my husband might not make it!”

Zhang Jing said urgently.

“Then I’ll go call Ye Qiu.”

Weidong went to the door of Ye Qiu’s room and knocked.

Ye Qiu opened the door, saw Ye Weidong, and also saw Zhang Jing standing in the living room, so he knew what Zhang Jing was there for.

“Doctor Ye, I beg you, please come quickly and treat my husband.

He might not survive the night.”

Zhang Jing said, almost ready to kneel down.

But Ye Qiu’s expression remained very calm.

“You go back and ask Mr.

Liang how much his life is worth.

Once you’ve figured it out, come back and talk to me.

I might consider treating him.”

“This, this?”

Zhang Jing couldn’t understand what this meant.

But since Ye Qiu was considering treating her husband, she knew there was hope.

She hurried down from the upstairs, got into the car, and drove back to Jinling Hospital.

After Zhang Jing had left, Ye Weidong also couldn’t understand what Ye Qiu had said, but he looked at Ye Qiu and said, “Life is priceless.”

“Dad, then why, when a car accident happens, do city residents get more compensation, while country residents get so much less?”

“This…”

For a moment, Ye Weidong didn’t know why either.

Ye Qiu went back to his room to get dressed; he knew Zhang Jing would call him again soon, so he waited there, still planning to go to Jinling Hospital.

When Zhang Jing sped back to Jinling Hospital, even running red lights and nearly collapsing from exhaustion, she was now very excited.

Upon arriving in a rush at the private room where Liang Shipeng was staying, she pushed the door open and went in, finding Liang Shipeng with his eyes closed, resting.

“Lao Liang, Lao Liang, you’ve been saved!”

Zhang Jing said hurriedly.

As Liang Shipeng opened his eyes to look at Zhang Jing, she took his hands and said, “I just went to find Doctor Ye.

He’s asking you, how much is your life worth?”

Now Liang Shipeng, tormented by illness and chemotherapy, had much slower brain responses, but he still knew what Ye Qiu meant by his question.

“My life is worth hundreds of billions!”