Return to the City: The Strongest King -
Chapter 233: One Million a Day
Chapter 233: Chapter 233: One Million a Day
At this moment, Ding Shanhuan finally realized who Song Xiaodong truly was. With swift strides, he rushed over, stopped in front of Song Xiaodong, cupped his fists, and said excitedly, "Mr. Song, please wait!"
Song Xiaodong looked at Ding Shanhuan coldly and asked, "What is it that you want?"
"Mr. Song!" Ding Shanhuan’s mind raced, suddenly filled with extreme annoyance. He had gone to all the trouble of inviting the man, yet his damned son had managed to offend him. This was a matter concerning the future of the entire Ding family—something he couldn’t afford to miss.
After weighing his words carefully, Ding Shanhuan said respectfully, "We were unaware of your true identity just now. My son has offended you greatly. I ask you, sir, to overlook the transgressions of the lesser informed and not to take offense at the actions of an ignorant youth. I will certainly punish him severely later and will offer you a proper explanation."
"There’s no need!" Song Xiaodong said coldly and continued walking forward.
Ding Shanhuan didn’t dare to block Song Xiaodong directly. He quickly stepped aside to make way but followed close by, saying, "Mr. Song, as a son, I cannot simply watch my father pass away. If there is the slightest chance, I must let him live a few more years. Please, understand my filial piety."
"Filial piety? Hmph!" Song Xiaodong scoffed coldly.
"Hey, can you guys be reasonable? We’re here to treat your illness, yet you’re aggressive towards us, shouting about fighting and killing. There’s no respect for us at all. And now you’re asking for our help to cure your illness? How could that be fair?"
Ding Shanhuan cursed his son in his heart to high heaven; determined, he sped up and once again blocked Song Xiaodong’s path. With a thud, he actually knelt down in front of Song Xiaodong and pled, "Please, Mr. Song, save my father’s life."
The members of the Ding family were all stunned, watching Ding Shanhuan in disbelief. The ordinarily domineering Ding Shanhuan was now kneeling before a young man.
Ding Shanhuan spoke in a deep voice, "People of the Ding family, come here. Mr. Song can save my father’s life. For our father and for our family, let us all request Mr. Ding’s help together."
The Ding family members hesitated for a moment, then quickly rushed over, all kneeling before Song Xiaodong.
Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were dumbfounded. The act of kneeling had virtually vanished from modern society, and seeing so many people kneeling before them, especially the prestigious members of the Ding family, it was like being in a dream.
"Please, Mr. Song, save him!" Everyone shouted in unison. The first few shouts were not very coordinated, but then they shouted in unison, creating an impressive spectacle.
Miao Xuanxuan and Miao Qingqing both turned their eyes towards Song Xiaodong. Song Xiaodong was also frowning at this point.
Ning Chongqing gave a gentle cough and said cautiously, "Ahem... Mr. Song, the people of the Ding family are generally reasonable. Sure, a few unruly scions will show up occasionally, but that’s normal."
Song Xiaodong finally spoke, "If you want me to save your old master, that’s possible."
Ding Shanhuan was overjoyed but sensed there was more to come. He quickly said, "Mr. Song, if you need the Ding family for anything, just say the word. I, Ding Shanhuan, on behalf of the Ding family, will spare no effort."
Song Xiaodong let out a cold laugh and said, "You can buy life with money."
When he heard it was about money, Ding Shanhuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No problem, no problem at all."
Song Xiaodong said indifferently, "Don’t answer so readily. My demand is straightforward—five hundred thousand a day."
"Five hundred thousand a day?" Ding Shanhuan was a bit stunned.
Ning Chongqing chimed in, "For the patient to live another day, that’s five hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand for a day—do you agree?"
Uttering those words, Ning Chongqing felt like it was quite a statement. Having practiced medicine for so many years with high medical skill, he would never have dared to say such a thing. Divine Needle Song was indeed the Divine Needle. Later, he would really need to pay close attention to how Song acted.
Ding Shanhuan did a quick calculation in his mind. Five hundred thousand a day, 365 days a year, would be nearly one hundred and seventy million. Though the sum wasn’t small, the Ding family could afford it. Moreover, if the old master could live another year or two, the impact it would bring to the Ding family would be immeasurable.
"Why don’t you just rob us? He’s nothing but a fraud!" Ding Haixing held considerable animosity towards Song Xiaodong and couldn’t help but shout out loud.
"I’ve changed my mind now, one million a day," Song Xiaodong said indifferently.
Ding Shanhuan was suddenly at a loss, as his son’s words had just doubled the price. Fearing that his son would speak out of turn again, he quickly agreed, "Alright, alright, one million it is!"
Then, he urgently signaled to the bodyguard beside his son with a look. The bodyguard was quick-witted; seeing that Ding Haixing was about to speak again, he promptly covered his mouth.
Song Xiaodong entered the villa’s living room once more, but this time he was surrounded by people, treated as an honored guest.
Miao Xuanxuan was arrogantly proud and felt indescribably exhilarated, hugging Song Xiaodong’s arm, sharing in the glory.
Miao Qingqing was also holding on to Song Xiaodong’s arm, and she felt as if she were in a dream. She knew all too well the Ding family’s influence in this city and their strength. Even her father, facing the Ding family, would have to watch his demeanor. Now, the entire Ding family was humbling themselves before Song Xiaodong, and the disparity was indescribable.
After Song Xiaodong conducted an examination on the old master, Ning Chongqing cautiously asked, "How long can he live?"
"At most three years," Song Xiaodong replied indifferently.
"Three years!" Ding Shanhuan was ecstatic upon hearing this. If it were possible to extend life for three years, all his plans could be achieved under the influence of the old master. It was a tremendous joy for the Ding family.
Rubbing his hands nervously, Ding Shanhuan asked, "Mr. Song, during these three years, will my father... have a clear consciousness?" If he were to survive only to remain in a vegetative state, the effort would hardly be worthwhile.
Song Xiaodong glanced at Ding Shanhuan and said indifferently, "He will be much like a normal person."
"Good, good, then please proceed, Mr. Song. I will prepare the money right away."
Song Xiaodong said indifferently, "You can pay monthly."
"That is even more generous of you, Mr. Song," Ding Shanhuan said, overjoyed. The Ding family was not short on money, but to pay three years upfront would amount to well over a billion, and they couldn’t mobilize that much all at once. By paying monthly—over thirty million— the financial pressure was much more manageable.
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