Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 270: Crazy Bidding

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Crazy Bidding

"It’s started!"

Murong Mingyue said with some excitement.

"Forty billion!"

The moment the beautiful auctioneer announced "the auction begins," someone immediately called out the exorbitant bid of forty billion.

You must know, the starting bid was merely thirty billion, and yet someone had already increased the auction price by ten billion right at the start.

"Sixty billion!"

While most were still in shock over the forty billion and had not come to their senses, Pei Jing from the Ye Family also placed a bid.

"Seventy billion!"

No sooner had Pei Jing finished speaking than a young voice resonated from the Long Family’s VIP room; it was the voice of Elder Young Master of the Long Family, Long Jieming.

The esteemed guests who came to attend the auction were already shocked beyond measure by the successive bids.

Inside the Ye Family’s VIP room, Pei Jing’s expression turned extremely ugly, and she said through gritted teeth, "That damn kid from the Long Family, really ill-timed sickness."

For this auction, she was determined to win.

Ye Tiannan’s injuries had become so severe that no one could heal him. This was their only chance, and if she could not successfully bid for this opportunity, Ye Tiannan was most likely doomed.

With Ye Tiannan on the cusp of becoming the heir to the Ye Family, if he were to die at this point, she, a daughter-in-law of the Ye Family, would completely lose her standing.

After a moment of silence, Pei Jing clenched her teeth and called out, "Eighty billion!"

At that moment, the entire place boiled over with excitement.

The auction for the chance to be treated by the Mysterious Doctor had only begun a mere two minutes ago, but in such a brief span of time, the starting bid had skyrocketed from thirty billion to eighty billion.

"Oh my god! Is this for real? Just for the chance to be treated by a Divine Doctor, the bid has gone up to eighty billion?"

"If I weren’t afraid of offending the Ye Family and the Long Family, I’d join the bidding too. Don’t forget, this Mysterious Doctor has already signed an agreement with Premium Auction House, promising to pay back a hundred times if he cannot cure the patient specified by the successful bidder."

"Doesn’t that mean that even if the deal closes at eighty billion, if the Mysterious Doctor cannot cure the patient, he would have to compensate eight thousand billion?"

...

When someone brought up the hundred-fold compensation, everyone’s emotions became even more agitated.

Murong Mingyue, who was initially looking forward to the auction with great anticipation, suddenly became very anxious.

According to her predictions, the final bid for the auction should have been around sixty billion, but now, just two minutes into the auction, it had already reached eighty billion.

She looked worriedly towards Qin Chuan but saw him still sitting calmly on the sofa, sipping tea, completely unconcerned about the bidding outside.

Meanwhile, inside the Long Family’s VIP room.

Upon hearing Pei Jing’s bid, Long Jieming’s face darkened exceedingly, and he said through clenched teeth, "This stupid woman, why is she clinging to me like a dead dog?"

An elderly butler standing behind him said with a bitter face, "Young Master Long, it’s not this woman clinging to you; her husband, Ye Tiannan, is on his deathbed. This is his only chance to survive."

After hearing the butler’s words, Long Jieming’s expression grew even uglier, and he said through clenched teeth, "Doesn’t that mean, if I want to take this opportunity, I’ll have to pay a huge price?"

The old butler nodded and said nothing more.

"Eighty billion, does anyone else want to make a bid?"

"Everyone, don’t forget, this Mysterious Doctor has already signed an agreement with Premium Auction House, and if he cannot cure the patient specified by the winner, he has to pay a hundred times in compensation."

"Eighty billion, once!"

"Eighty billion, twice!"

Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, Long Jieming bellowed, "One hundred billion!"

The moment he shouted out the one hundred billion, the entire auction hall plunged into a momentary deathly silence.

Shock was written on every face.

Even the old butler behind Long Jieming was flabbergasted, and he hurriedly reminded, "Elder Young Master, the master said that the highest amount of funds you can call upon is one hundred billion. If someone else bids..."

The butler didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear.

Although Long Jieming’s father, Long Teng, had already been established as the Long Family Heir and could access a high amount of funds, Long Jieming had injured his leg, which was not fatal.

Even calling upon one hundred billion was already a tremendous pressure on Long Teng. If they increased the bid further, Long Teng’s troubles would be even greater.

The Long Family had a history of changing heirs.

"Shut up!"

Long Jieming rebuked furiously, gritting his teeth as he said, "Even the four Saintly Hands of the National Medical Hall have said they can’t cure my leg. If I give up this opportunity, I might never stand up again in this lifetime."

"Never mind one hundred billion, even if it were two hundred billion, I must win this chance! I will bear the consequences of any trouble that arises!"

Looking at Long Jieming, who appeared almost crazed, the old butler’s face was filled with helplessness.

"One hundred and five billion!"

Just then, Pei Jing called out a new bid.

Without the slightest hesitation, Long Jieming gritted his teeth and shouted, "One hundred and ten billion!"

"One hundred and fifteen billion!"

"One hundred and twenty billion!"

"One hundred and twenty-one billion!"

"One hundred and twenty-two billion!"

...

For a moment, everyone quieted down and all looked up in the direction of the Ye Family’s and Long Family’s VIP rooms, listening to the people from the two great families bid one after another.

As things progressed, both Pei Jing and Long Jieming were red-eyed but still maintained the last shred of rationality. The bidding did not increase by tens of billions as it had at the start, but by one billion at a time.

Meanwhile, in the auction hall, a VIP who had disguised themselves thoroughly said helplessly after hearing Pei Jing and Long Jieming’s bids: "These people from the Nine Gates of Yandu really are crazy."

"I have cured so many dignitaries and never made one hundred billion. Yet this Mysterious Doctor, whose identity we still don’t know, has merely offered a chance for treatment, and it’s already been bid up to over one hundred billion."

This VIP was none other than Hua Changsheng, one of the four Saintly Hands of the National Medical Hall, who had left the Long Family wishing to win the opportunity offered by the Mysterious Doctor.

In the crowd, there was also a mysteriously dressed man, waiting silently for Pei Jing and Long Jieming to finish their bidding contest.

When Pei Jing shouted an astronomical sum of one hundred and sixty billion, the Long Family’s VIP room finally fell silent.

Inside the Long Family’s VIP room, Long Jieming had received a phone call. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was filled with frustration, and his hands were tightly clenched together, his palms pierced by his nails, but it was as if he felt no pain.

The old butler consoled, "Elder Young Master, there’s no need to be disheartened. Even if we can’t win the chance for the Mysterious Doctor’s intervention, it doesn’t mean there’s no way to get the Mysterious Doctor to treat your leg."

Upon hearing the butler’s words, Long Jieming suddenly looked up at him, asking excitedly, "Make yourself clear!"