Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 87: Walked for an Hour

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Walked for an Hour

Wang Shiman chuckled, "Dashan, no one doubts your medical skill, it’s just the prescription you left behind..."

Thinking of this, Wang Shiman’s beautiful eyes widened, "Could it be that Divine Doctor Zhang? Will Miss Qin really vomit blood incessantly?"

Wang Shiman had never questioned Chen Dashan’s medical skill.

Chen Dashan nodded.

Immediately, Wang Shiman felt a wave of joy and exhaled with satisfaction, "Humph, serves them right! Especially that bastard Yan Shao, for insulting you like that! Just wait until Miss Qin starts vomiting blood, he’ll get what he deserves!"

"I was also too impulsive. In fact, our pharmaceutical factory doesn’t have the prescription, and most of our orders come from Qin Hailong. If we offend him, I won’t have a good explanation for the hundreds of workers."

"Now that I have your word, I can finally put my mind at ease."

Wang Shiman felt completely relaxed and drove Chen Dashan back to the hotel.

Wang Shiman’s words revealed some information--her factory didn’t have the prescription?

It was the patent that was held in someone else’s hands; she was merely processing it on their behalf.

Chen Dashan’s gaze grew distant; his mind was filled with tens of thousands of prescriptions for beautifying and nourishing skin, invigorating the mind, prolonging life, and turning decay into magic. He had all sorts, and if they could be produced, wouldn’t Wang Shiman’s pharmaceutical factory be able to stop depending on Qin Hailong?

At the Qin Family, in Qin Xuan’s room.

"There, in less than half an hour Miss Qin will awaken!"

Divine Doctor Zhang, looking exhausted, withdrew the last silver needle.

Watching his daughter on the sickbed, Qin Hailong was filled with joy and respectfully followed Divine Doctor Zhang, saying,

"Thank you for your hard work, Divine Doctor. I have prepared the consultation fee, and when my daughter wakes up, I hope you can feel her pulse once more."

Qin Hailong couldn’t help but worry.

Yan Shao laughed and said, "Uncle Qin, you can relax now. Divine Doctor Zhang is renowned far and wide, certainly not someone any country bumpkin can compare to. In the future, when seeking medical attention, you must never go to someone with unknown origins. Not only might they not cure the illness, they could even kill someone."

"She’s awake! She’s awake!"

Mrs. Qin cried out excitedly.

Qin Xuan’s eyelashes on the sickbed trembled, and her pale, delicate face was covered with beads of sweat; her fingers on the bed stirred slightly.

Mrs. Qin, overwhelmed with joy, moved closer to her daughter, squatting on the ground and gripping Qin Xuan’s hand, crying,

"My poor daughter, you’ve finally woken up..."

Yan Shao also wore a look of smug satisfaction.

Qin Hailong gratefully looked at Yan Shao, then turned towards Divine Doctor Zhang:

"You’re truly worthy of being called Divine Doctor; I, Qin, owe you a great favor!"

Qin Hailong, thrilled, shouted towards the doorway, "Butler, bring the gift I’ve prepared for Divine Doctor Zhang."

Yan Shao was smug, glancing at the prescription Chen Dashan had left on the table by the door, holding it disdainfully and saying,

"The ingredients listed on this prescription are really unheard of. It’s good that I brought Divine Doctor Zhang today, otherwise a disaster could’ve occurred."

"I think this prescription is just trash; keeping it will only harm people."

After saying this, Yan Shao casually tore up the prescription and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Qin Hailong, with an expressionless face, watched his frail daughter, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Daddy..."

Qin Xuan on the sickbed furrowed her brow and spoke. Hearing the word ’daddy,’ Qin Hailong felt as if his heart was breaking. He hurriedly approached and took Qin Xuan’s hand, saying, "Eh! Daddy’s here..."

Before he finished speaking.

"Vomit..."

Qin Xuan, propping herself up, spewed a mouthful of dark red blood directly onto Qin Hailong’s hand. Qin Hailong’s eyes widened at the sight of the large patch of crimson blood, his mind going blank.

"Ah... My daughter, Xuanxuan, what’s happened to you?"

Mrs. Qin screamed shrilly, and in that moment, the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing.

Qin Hailong, with both hands on his daughter’s shoulders, kept muttering, "How could this be, she was fine just a moment ago, she was fine?"

"Ugh... Daddy, I feel awful... I feel so awful..."

Qin Xuan’s blood surged upwards, and as she opened her mouth, another large pool of blood-red spilled out, staining her lips and teeth with blood.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her whole body was on the verge of collapsing.

Watching his daughter cough up blood again and again, awakening only to wish for the oblivion of unconsciousness, Qin Hailong instantly turned his fury toward Divine Doctor Zhang and exclaimed, "Aren’t you the Divine Doctor?"

"Hurry up and come treat her illness!"

Divine Doctor Zhang trembled all over, his face colored with fear and panic, as he had never anticipated Qin Xuan’s condition to worsen like this.

Seeing Qin Hailong with the look of a man about to commit murder, Divine Doctor Zhang, gazing at the blood drenching the bed, kept shaking his head, saying:

"It’s beyond cure now, not even a god could save her, you’d better find someone more capable!"

Having said that, he hastily grabbed his medicine chest and staggered out of Qin Xuan’s room.

"Divine Doctor Zhang!"

Yan Shao was so frightened that cold sweat covered his head; he fell to the ground with a thud. If anything were to happen to Qin Xuan, Qin Hailong would surely kill him to vent his anger.

Seeing Divine Doctor Zhang leaving, Yan Shao’s legs turned to jelly in fright, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to rise.

"My poor daughter..."

Mrs. Qin, struggling to breathe through her sobs, turned to Qin Hailong and pleaded:

"Please save our daughter! Could it be true what that boy said, that she will... she will, she will die within an hour?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Mrs. Qin, watching her daughter still vomiting blood, got up from the ground, and stood at the doorway, asking, "Where is the prescription? The one the young Divine Doctor gave earlier?"

"Mrs. Qin, that boy was obviously a fraud, Divine Doctor Zhang has already said that Xuanxuan’s illness is incurable!"

Yan Shao, looking at Mrs. Qin rummaging through the trash can, slowly spoke.

"Slap!"

Mrs. Qin delivered a heavy slap to Yan Shao’s face, causing blood to seep from the corner of his mouth immediately.

The prescription was torn up by Yan Shao; Mrs. Qin was furious.

As Yan Shao continued with his cold remarks, Mrs. Qin exploded, "And you! If you hadn’t brought that quack to treat Xuanxuan, would my daughter be in this situation?"

"Had you not fanned the flames, could we have driven Wang Shiman and the other away?"

"Yan Shao, if anything happens to my daughter, I’ll make sure the Yan Family pays with their lives!"

Yan Shao sat rigidly on the ground with stiff limbs, his body covered in a cold sweat.

Mrs. Qin now felt perhaps Chen Dashan really had a way. After all, with her daughter in such a state, it was better to take a risk rather than wait for death.

Half an hour later.

Having pieced together the destroyed prescription, following Chen Dashan’s instructions, the medicinal liquid had been prepared, and a servant brought forward a bowl of dark, murky medicinal broth.

Qin Hailong, looking at his daughter who was barely clinging to life, could not afford to be choosy and personally took the bowl of medicine, feeding Qin Xuan mouthful by mouthful.

A deadly silence hung over the Qin residence.

With Qin Xuan’s life hanging by a thread, Qin Xuan being Qin Hailong’s only daughter, and his overbearing presence in Furong County, no one dared to cross Qin Hailong at this time.

Five minutes later.

Mrs. Qin, looking at her daughter with hope, finally showed a hint of a smile and said, "She’s stopped vomiting blood, she’s stopped. Is Xuanxuan all right now?"

Qin Xuan passed out immediately after drinking the medicine.

Seeing his daughter no longer vomiting blood, Qin Hailong finally felt relieved and let out a sigh of turbid air. He turned to the butler and asked:

"Was that the prescription from that young man?"

The butler nodded.

Qin Hailong got up and said, "Call him over to treat the young mistress."

His tone was indifferent, his words as though allowing Chen Dashan to treat his daughter was a favor.