Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 33: Just Five Minutes

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Just Five Minutes

"Grandpa!"

In the hospital room, Yang Linglong’s eyes were wide open.

She looked incredulously at her grandfather who had always adored her.

How could such a kind man say such things?

"Linglong, you shut your mouth!"

Mr. Yang’s face darkened as he looked at Yang Linglong.

"No, Grandpa, you’ve always pampered me. Why would you make things difficult for me in the matter of marriage? Besides, it was clear that Mr. Wang’s medical skills were lacking. If Lin Fan hadn’t intervened, you wouldn’t be alive today. How can you believe Uncle’s ghost stories? He favors that quack because his son is his intern!"

Tears filled the aggrieved Yang Linglong’s eyes.

Uncle distorted the truth, and Grandpa also believed biased views.

Instead, it was Lin Fan, the meritorious one, who suffered the injustice, and she could not accept that.

"Linglong, don’t be deceived by this kind of magician; he’s clearly bewitching people. Professor Wang is a professor at the medical college and an expert in this hospital. He has published so many papers on hereditary heart disease, even winning international awards. It’s just that he was misled by some trickery and ended up discredited."

Yang Tianqi’s face was dark.

Obviously, this was all according to Professor Wang’s version of the story.

"Publishing papers equals treating illnesses? Those medical students, who hasn’t written papers? Medicine is about practicality, not about false claims in tough times. If they had the capability, there’d be no need for me to intervene."

Lin Fan’s face was cold as he looked at Yang Tianqi.

He hadn’t forgotten how Professor Wang slandered traditional Chinese medicine that day.

"Enough, stop arguing."

Mr. Yang spoke up, interrupting the two.

"Young man, since you are a soldier, let’s not beat around the bush. Linglong has always been frail, so we’ve always pampered her. Perhaps she’s had too much syrup and finds bitterness novel. But you should know, sweet is sweet, and bitter is bitter. Your severance pay probably couldn’t even match the price of her car. So, do you think, do you two really belong together?"

"Old chief, so are you despising me because I am poor? Are you marrying off your granddaughter or selling her?"

Lin Fan, hands in his pockets, smiled as he looked at Mr. Yang.

"Our Yang family certainly doesn’t need your money, but I can’t just watch Linglong suffer with you. I know you want to say that people shouldn’t be ranked, but life does rank people."

Mr. Yang said gravely, word by word.

"Just like this hospital, those without money stay in the subsidized housing across the street. Those with some money can stay in eight or ten-man rooms, others in four or two-man rooms. Like our Yang family, we can stay in these private rooms. Go further up, and you can stay in those courtyard houses in the back. That is the hierarchy of life."

"Turns out the Yang family isn’t that rich after all, or they would live in the small courtyard in the back."

Lin Fan looked through the window at the rear courtyard.

Surrounded by greenery, it lacked any hint of a hospital’s sense.

He could vaguely see steam rising into the air.

There must be a hot spring there.

It must be said, today’s hospitals can rival luxury hotels.

"Young man, that over there is the High-level Official Sanitarium; even with more money, you can’t stay there. So, this world is cruel. Power and money divide people living in the same world into classes. I’m not even asking how you plan to provide Linglong a carefree life in the future; I just ask you, if she were hospitalized, with your capabilities, where do you plan to let her stay?"

Mr. Yang smiled faintly.

That sense of superiority came with some pity and persuasion for the underdog.

"Firstly, with me by her side, she won’t ever end up in a hospital. Of course, if that day does come, I’d make sure she stays in that sanitarium in the back. Old chief, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Lin Fan smiled as he extended his hand and boldly wrapped it around Yang Linglong’s waist.

That audacity was more like a provocative response to the Yang family.

"Would you die if you didn’t show off? Just because you’re so poor that you can’t even afford a car, and you’re living in a sanitarium—I don’t think you could even afford low-rent housing. Do you really take the Yang family for fools?"

Yang Tianqi, curling his lips, said disdainfully.

"So in your eyes, such trivial matters can really categorize people into different classes? If that’s the case, you really are quite low-ranking. However, luckily for you, Linglong has good taste and might just be able to help your Yang family out of your so-called insurmountable class structure."

Lin Fan, helpless, curled his lip.

These people with their natural sense of superiority really needed a lesson.

"Kid, don’t get too arrogant. Bragging isn’t taxed, but you’re going to get your face slapped,"

Yang Tianqi said, crossing his arms.

"Perhaps in your class, you think I’m just bragging, but sadly for you, this is nothing but a trivial matter for me"

Lin Fan looked directly at Mr. Yang.

This old squad leader really was a slave to the past.

"Alright, then I’ll give you a chance. I just happen to be at the hospital. I’ll give you five days. Whatever methods you use, if you can manage to get me to spend one night in the sanitarium, then I will no longer oppose your relationship with Linglong. Otherwise, don’t let me see you again,"

Mr. Yang said sternly.

His piercing eyes were fixed on Lin Fan.

"No need for five days, five minutes will suffice,"

Lin Fan said smiling, as he picked up the phone and dialed the director’s personal number.

This was given to him just before he left after discussing the contract that same day.

"Mr. Lin, what can I do for you? Just say the word!"

Over the phone, Mr. Xiao’s voice was full of respect.

After all, he was a big shot personally entrusted by Luo Jiuying.

"Mr. Xiao, I need a favor. I’d like a room in the sanitarium, move the patient in room 1114 to stay there for ten to fifteen days—is that a problem?"

Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"Of course, it’s no problem! Not just for ten or fifteen days; if the old man doesn’t mind staying in the hospital, he can stay for years. I’ll arrange for someone to handle this immediately,"

Mr. Xiao promised ingratiatingly.

"If he likes it, he can also be buried there,"

Lin Fan said as he hung up the phone and then looked back at Mr. Yang.

"It seems I don’t even need five minutes to settle this. Someone will be coming to take you to the sanitarium you’ve been longing for, stay as long as you wish."

"Would you die if you didn’t show off? Switching sanitariums and Mr. Xiao? I think you won’t cry until you see your coffin. If you could really arrange for someone to be admitted to the sanitarium that easily, I’d take your surname from now on,"

Yang Tianqi looked at Lin Fan disdainfully.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Several attending physicians and nurses rushed in.

"Mr. Yang, our director has personally arranged for your transfer to the sanitarium behind us. Would you prefer a wheelchair, or shall we carry you?"

Upon hearing this, all three members of the Yang family were stunned.

They looked in disbelief at the still-relaxed Lin Fan.

How on earth did he manage it?

"Lin Tianqi, aren’t you going to kneel down and call me daddy?"