The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 891 - 891 890 Short-lived Little Nurse

891: Chapter 890: Short-lived Little Nurse 891: Chapter 890: Short-lived Little Nurse “Are you guys asking me?” Wang Dadong glanced around, confirming that all four of them were looking at him, then pointed to his own nose and asked.

The elderly Ghost Doctor nodded and said, “If you, young friend, have any opinions, feel free to share them, and we can discuss together.”

Wang Dadong shook his head.

“I haven’t seen the specific condition of the patient, so I can’t say for sure.”

Although he also treated illnesses and his medical skills were no worse than anyone on the plane, he couldn’t jump to conclusions without seeing the patient first.

“Old Chen, are you out of your mind?

A bodyguard being able to treat illnesses?

Are you kidding me?” Gold-Rimmed Glasses said disdainfully.

Everyone on this plane had significant influence in the medical field, so naturally, they were full of pride.

Especially Wang Cong, who had been studying abroad for years and only recently returned to the country with his doctorate.

Seeing several Ghost Doctors consulting a bodyguard, he couldn’t hold back his dissatisfaction.

Wang Dadong chuckled at his words.

“Who told you a bodyguard can’t treat illnesses?”

“Well, why don’t you tell me, then?

What disease is it?” Wang Cong retorted sarcastically.

“I don’t know yet, but at least I wouldn’t spew nonsense like some people.” Wang Dadong shot back without hesitation.

“When did I spew nonsense?

Based on my analysis, the strange illness in Donghao Town is very likely a mutated form of scleroderma!” Wang Cong retorted confidently.

Wang Cong was the name of the scholar wearing the Gold-Rimmed Glasses.

Wang Dadong smirked faintly.

“I didn’t say you were spewing nonsense.

Why are you so eager to admit it?”

“I never admitted it!”

“If you didn’t admit it, then it’s even worse.

Spewing nonsense but not daring to admit it.”

“You!” Wang Cong, having studied abroad for years, even struggled with speaking proper Mandarin, let alone verbally sparring with the sharp-tongued Wang Dadong.

Naturally, he had no chance in a physical fight either.

After all, Wang Cong was only a little over 1.6 meters tall and skinny as a stick, probably no match for Wang Dadong, who could fling him around like a small chicken.

“Alright, let’s set this issue aside for now.

We’ll know exactly what’s going on once we reach Donghao County,” one of the Ghost Doctors interjected, realizing that further argument would be pointless.

It was better to go directly to Donghao Town to take a look, which might clear up the mystery of this illness.

“Bumpkin, just wait until we get to Donghao Town.

I’ll show you what real medical skill looks like,” Wang Cong grumbled, still brooding over the earlier exchange.

However, the oldest and most authoritative of the four Ghost Doctors, Cheng Bowen, maintained the peace.

Wang Cong angrily sat back in his chair.

“Just hope you don’t catch scleroderma yourself,” Wang Dadong shot back, equally combative.

“You’re the one who better not catch scleroderma.

When the time comes, even if you beg me on your knees, I won’t treat you!”

The four Ghost Doctors shook their heads, deciding not to get involved.

Youngsters nowadays were indeed hot-headed, flaunting their limited knowledge and looking down on others.

After this exchange, the atmosphere became noticeably tense and awkward.

“Everyone, have some water,” a pretty Little Nurse said as she brought over a water jug and poured water for everyone.

Suddenly, as she was pouring water, the Little Nurse fainted.

Wang Dadong immediately knelt down and infused Inner Strength into the Little Nurse’s body, discovering that her heartbeat had already stopped and that her left atrium was significantly smaller than her right atrium.

It turned out the Little Nurse had congenital heart disease.

This condition, caused by developmental issues in the heart from birth, could only have its symptoms alleviated.

To fully cure it, a heart transplant would be required.

However, finding a compatible heart donor was exceedingly difficult, and even if a transplant were successful, the patient would only live for another ten or twenty years at most.

Considering the Little Nurse was still so young, surgery hadn’t been performed.

With current medical technology, even the most advanced countries were powerless against such conditions.

Not even Wang Dadong could completely cure congenital conditions.

However, he wasn’t entirely without options.

“Don’t touch her!” Just as Wang Dadong prepared to treat the Little Nurse, Wang Cong yelled out loudly.

Momentarily stunned, Wang Dadong withdrew his hand and calmly returned to his seat.

The Little Nurse was still young, and though her heart wasn’t well-developed, her vitality was strong.

Her heartbeat had only stopped temporarily and would resume shortly on its own.

With so many Ghost Doctors on board, she was unlikely to face any real danger.

Wang Cong walked over to the Little Nurse, checked her eyes, her breathing, and her carotid pulse, then shot a glare at Wang Dadong.

“She had a heart attack.

If you don’t know what you’re doing, stop messing around, or you’ll kill her.”

“Does anyone have Heart-saving Pills?” Wang Cong asked everyone aboard.

“I do.” An older Ghost Doctor with a weak complexion took a small pill bottle out of his bag.

He carried Heart-saving Pills with him as he suffered from arrhythmia himself.

After administering the Heart-saving Pills, the Little Nurse regained consciousness within moments.

“Thank you for saving me,” the Little Nurse said gratefully, looking at Wang Cong.

“No need to thank me.

Saving lives is the duty of us doctors.

But, little sister, you’re so young—how did you end up with heart disease?” Wang Cong asked.

Wang Dadong found this hilarious.

Aren’t you supposed to be so skilled?

How could you not even tell she has congenital heart disease?

However, he didn’t point this out.

Given the expertise of the four elderly Ghost Doctors, they undoubtedly knew the Little Nurse had congenital heart disease already, though whether they had discerned her left atrium was underdeveloped was another matter.

The Little Nurse sighed, her expression a bit despondent.

“It’s an old problem.

I originally applied to the Film and Television Academy but was diagnosed with congenital heart disease during exams.

I had no choice but to switch to nursing, so I could spend every day in the hospital for quick rescue in case of emergencies.”

Her expression evoked sympathy.

She had dreamed of becoming a star but was forced to abandon her aspirations due to what was almost an incurable disease.

It seemed her life would never intertwine with her dreams.

“Since you have heart disease, you should take a break and let others handle it,” Wang Cong said gently.

The Little Nurse, despite her fragile constitution, was stunningly beautiful—a fragile type reminiscent of Lin Daiyu’s delicate charm.

“Thank you, you’re such a kind person,” the Little Nurse said, clearly moved.

Women are emotional creatures.

Previously, she had been annoyed at Wang Cong for taking up a seat, but now that he had saved her life, the annoyance was replaced with heartfelt gratitude.

“What’s the matter, young friend?

Aren’t you going to play the hero and save the beauty?” Cheng Bowen teased from the side.

He had heard about Wang Dadong’s capabilities.

Even illnesses that had left him and the other three Ghost Doctors helpless—like Li Huan’s—had been cured by Wang Dadong.

Though the Little Nurse’s condition was challenging, it might not be impossible for Wang Dadong to treat.

Wang Dadong smiled nonchalantly.

“Someone is already desperate to win her favor.

Why should I bother?”

After all, there was still plenty of time to come.

If he wanted to cure the Little Nurse’s heart condition, he could do it anytime.

For now, he would just let the Four-eyed Monster enjoy a bit more of the limelight.

Wang Cong shot Wang Dadong a cold glare but said nothing further.

With the beauty by his side, he didn’t want to lose his composure.