Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 516 - 517 Hospital Turmoil

Chapter 516: Chapter 517 Hospital Turmoil

Song Xiaodong was just talking big, he wouldn’t dare actually do anything reckless. Miao Qingqing’s skin was far too thin, and with Xiao Yingying there, how could she possibly do anything with him? Right now, having the three of them lying on one bed, and even allowing Song Xiaodong to touch her, was already a rare breakthrough.

"You dirty rogue, I’m going to find Sister Xiaoru," Miao Qingqing said as she forcefully pulled away from Song Xiaodong’s grasp, not even caring if Xiao Yingying saw, and then she ran out.

Xiao Yingying said with a smile, "Brother Dongzi, you’ve finally made some progress. It looks like the days when you’ll be flanked by beauties and share a bed with them aren’t far off."

Song Xiaodong stroked Xiao Yingying’s hair and said, "Yingying, you’re really thoughtful." How could he not know that Xiao Yingying was helping him every step of the way, slowly getting Miao Qingqing into bed to chat?

Xiao Yingying, flattered by Song Xiaodong’s praise, said even more cheerfully, "Of course, for Brother Dongzi’s happiness, how could I not try my best? Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make your wish come true."

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "Yingying, do you like this kind of arrangement? You’re working so hard."

Xiao Yingying thought about it and said, "I don’t know, but it seems thrilling, right? Just like with Sister Xuanxuan just now, I found it quite fun."

Song Xiaodong said seriously, "That’s good, Yingying, but you have to remember one thing: you shouldn’t compromise yourself for my sake. You should only do things that make you happy. If it makes you feel aggrieved, just to make me happy, then I don’t want that."

"Brother Dongzi, you’re so good to me," Xiao Yingying hugged Song Xiaodong, her eyes reddening slightly.

Song Xiaodong continued, "I treat you well, just as I do Qingqing. If Qingqing doesn’t like it, you shouldn’t force her. It would make her unhappy. We can’t just pursue our own joy while making Qingqing do things she doesn’t like."

"Oh... I get it, it’s probably more that she feels awkward than that she doesn’t like it. Maybe once she’s actually experienced it, she might like it."

"But it still has to be voluntary."

"Mm-hmm, Brother Dongzi, I understand. Don’t worry, I do have a sense of propriety. How could I let Sister Qingqing be unhappy with me? I have to make her like me too."

"Mm, I believe you. Right now, I truly feel like I’m living a heavenly life," Song Xiaodong said with a sense of contentment.

Xiao Yingying sweetly said, "Mm-hmm, we will make sure you always feel like a god."

Song Xiaodong smiled, pulling Xiao Yingying into his embrace, but deep down he felt a vague sense of heaviness. His responsibilities were growing heavier; if before he was preparing for that one battle with a sense of fate at play, since the opponent was so strong, now it was a must for him to win. He could not afford to lose.

The next morning, Song Xiaoru and the others got up without seeing Song Xiaodong. It was around mealtime when they saw Song Xiaodong return from outside, sweating profusely, which surprised everyone.

"Where have you been?" Miao Qingqing asked in confusion.

"I went out for a run; you all start eating, I’ll go take a shower first," Song Xiaodong said before heading to the bathroom.

Song Xiaoru, Miao Qingqing, and Xiao Yingying exchanged glances, each noticing something odd in the other’s eyes. Running was quite a common activity, but since Song Xiaodong had been living with them for so long, this was the first time they had seen him do this, and they wondered what was going on.

However, no one dwelled on it much, after all, running was definitely not a bad thing.

By the time Song Xiaodong finished his shower, Song Xiaoru and Miao Qingqing had already left for the company, and after having breakfast with Xiao Yingying, he headed to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the laboratory, he saw a few people standing there, including two foreigners, and also a rather formidable-looking middle-aged man with someone in his fifties. He Wenbai and Lin Su’er both looked upset, as if they had encountered some problem.

He Wenbai said to the man in his fifties, "President, I am currently conducting a research, and moreover, it is Mr. Song who is doing the research here. Now you want to use this place suddenly, how am I supposed to explain this to Mr. Song?"

The fifty-something-year-old man was Chen Qing, the president of the hospital. He said, "Old He, I really can’t do anything about this. These two are famous thoracic surgery experts specially invited from the USA by the province. They need to use this place now to conduct teaching and research for the doctors in our hospital. For our thoracic surgeons, that is absolutely a rare opportunity. We have to consider the bigger picture. Mr. Song’s research can be put on hold; once the experts leave, Mr. Song can continue with his research."

The man in his thirties was named Qian Yu, and he was from the Health Bureau. At this moment, he frowned and said, "Mr. Song? What Mr. Song? Is he a medical expert invited by your hospital?"

He Wenbai immediately replied, "Mr. Song is a highly skilled practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Qian Yu’s face darkened as he said, "Traditional Chinese Medicine, that’s just absurd. It’s just mixing some herbs, right? Let him find some place to do his research. How can you let a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine use the laboratory that your hospital has invested so much money in building? Vice President He, this is not very appropriate."

He Wenbai’s anger surged as he replied with a stern face, "Our country’s Traditional Chinese Medicine is profound and extensive—it’s not as simple as just mixing some herbs. It is a precious legacy left by our ancestors over thousands of years. How long has Western Medicine been around in comparison?"

Seeing He Wenbai actually dare to talk back, Qian Yu was infuriated. The Health Bureau was the hospital’s supervisory department, and even though he was just a Section Chief, he expected to be treated respectfully by the presidents of any hospital he visited.

This made Qian Yu very annoyed, and he said with a stern face, "Vice President He, are you saying you won’t release the laboratory? Well, I’m telling you, you will be held responsible for this."

He Wenbai’s mouth twitched slightly; he truly found it difficult to decide. In his heart, both Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine were important, he respected TCM, but that didn’t mean he looked down on Western Medicine. And the visit of the two thoracic surgery experts to teach was certainly a very good thing for the hospital, as it would significantly improve the technical level of that department.

Just then, Song Xiaodong happened to arrive, and He Wenbai, not knowing how to make the decision, had to hurriedly explain the situation to him.

Song Xiaodong listened and said quite generously, "That’s also a good thing; my research can be delayed a few days. Let them have the laboratory first."

He Wenbai felt guilty, but this indeed alleviated the difficulty. Just as he was about to speak, Qian Yu furrowed his brow and said, "So this is the Mr. Song you were talking about? Are you making some mistake here? You give a laboratory to such a young guy for research, and it’s on Traditional Chinese Medicine?"