The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 86 - The Miracle of the Medical World_1

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 - The Miracle of the Medical World_1

City First Hospital, in a certain room.

After sitting down next to a chair, the Deputy Dean violently slammed his fist onto the table, ceaselessly cursing with an ashen face.

He had suddenly been fired for no reason, his anger was understandably intense.

You have to know, other than the Dean, he was the most important person in the whole City First Hospital. He had hauled many benefits from climbing to this position, so he was not willing to let go of his cushy job.

"Dad, what should we do?" Xu Song asked fretfully.

"Isn’t it all because of you?" The Deputy Dean snarled irritatedly, "If you hadn’t mysteriously run up there, would I have ordered people to drive Zhang Xian away?"

Xu Song felt wronged but, at this critical point, he did not dare to provoke his father.

"There’s nothing we can do about the hospital, Old Man Sun insisted and the Dean couldn’t defy him. However..." The Deputy Dean’s face darkened as he laughed, "Since that bastard Zhang Xian made me lose my comfortable position as Deputy Dean, I will make him pay a heavy price. Xu Song, contact your Uncle right now and tell him to get some people over here. Today, I want to beat the shit out of that little bastard Zhang Xian."

"Secretary Sun is here, is that appropriate?" Xu Song asked, frowning.

"Are you an idiot? Do you think Old Man Sun is going to stick around Zhang Xian all the time? We won’t do anything on the way." The Deputy Dean snapped.

"Yes, I’ll contact him now." After nodding his head in agreement, Xu Song took out his phone and dialed a number.

The Deputy Dean gave a cold laugh, grabbed a ballpoint pen on the table and forcibly snapped it in two. With gritted teeth, he growled, "Little bastard, you dare to offend me, and this is your downfall."

...

City First Hospital, outside one of the sickrooms.

People like Sun Haoran and Qian Duoduo were anxiously waiting outside.

Doctor Mao and the others also didn’t leave. Not because they were worried, but because they wanted to see just what abilities Zhang Xian had.

In their eyes, Secretary Qian’s illness was already incurable. All of them were revered figures in the medical community, but after deliberating for a whole day, they couldn’t think of a solution.

"Grandpa Sun, do you think Zhang Xian can handle this?" Qian Duoduo walked back and forth nervously, her hands sweating.

"Definitely." Sun Haoran nodded, "At first, I had a stroke, which was even more dangerous than your Grandpa’s condition. But didn’t Zhang Xian pull me back from the brink?"

At Sun Haoran’s words, Qian Duoduo gained a bit more confidence in Zhang Xian. But without a definitive answer, her heart couldn’t settle down.

Qiu Yu and Qian Yongyuan were also pacing back and forth, neither standing nor sitting comfortably.

"Everybody sit down, pacing back and forth is making my head dizzy." Sun Haoran glared at Qian Yongyuan and said, "Qiu Yu and Duoduo’s worrying is understandable, but you, a grown man, why can’t you hold your composure?"

Qian Yongyuan gave an embarrassed laugh and quickly sat down next to Sun Haoran.

Feeling embarrassed too, Qiu Yu and Qian Duoduo stopped pacing and both sat on the chairs by the wall, quietly waiting.

"Creak..." Suddenly, the door of the sickroom opened, and Zhang Xian walked out with a tired face.

Secretary Qian had many health issues, after the intensive operating, his spiritual energy was severely depleted. At that point, he looked extremely weary, as if he had just been through a big battle.

"Zhang Xian, how’s my grandpa?" Qian Duoduo rushed up to ask first.

Sun Haoran, Qian Yongyuan, and Qiu Yu all got up and ran to Zhang Xian’s side, anxiously waiting for the result.

Doctor Mao and others also kept their eyes on Zhang Xian, their faces filled with cold smiles.

In their eyes, Zhang Xian certainly could not have cured Secretary Qian, and probably had caused some unexpected complications. Just a young fellow, how capable can he be?

"Zhang Xian, are you okay?" Zhu Qing frowned, pushed Qian Duoduo aside, and angrily said, "What the hell are you guys doing? Can’t you see Zhang Xian is very tired? Don’t you care about him at all?"

"I..." Qian Duoduo only realized then that Zhang Xian seemed to be quite exhausted. She blushed slightly, "Zhang Xian, I’m sorry, I was just too worried about my grandpa."

"I’m okay." Zhang Xian pulled Zhu Qing towards him and leaned on her soft and subtly fragrant body, saying, "Your grandpa is started to recover, he will wake up after a while."

"Ah... Zhang Xian, you’re not joking with me, right? My grandpa is really okay?" Qian Duoduo asked in surprise.

"Yes, you can ask a doctor to do a full body examination for your grandpa." After nodding his head, Zhang Xian said to Zhu Qing, "Qingqing, help me to the chair over there."

Zhu Qing looked surprised. With a look of joy on her face, she hugged Zhang Xian and slowly walked towards the chair by the wall.

Ever since they met, this seemed to be the first time she outrightly hugged Zhang Xian. At that moment, she realized Zhang Xian was so close to her, so real.

"Dean, hurry up and get someone to examine Secretary Qian. Also, send some people to buy food, Zhang Xian seems to be running out of energy and he needs to recuperate quickly." Sun Haoran instructed.

The Dean nodded. After casting an astonished glance at Zhang Xian, he turned around and left. Whenever Sun Haoran spoke, he had to do as he was told.

"Little thief, you’re not joking around, are you?" Doctor Mao walked over and said, "Secretary Qian’s condition is very serious, it’s impossible to save him. You were just in the Special Care Ward with very limited equipment, how did you perform surgery on Secretary Qian? Not to mention you were alone and it didn’t even take half an hour, what could you have possibly done?"

The other professors also expressed their disbelief. As authoritative figures in the medical community, they believed Zhang Xian was simply joking, and it wasn’t funny at all.

"Are you deaf?" Zhang Xian looked at Doctor Mao and asked, "Didn’t I just say to have someone examined?"

"You ..." Doctor Mao’s mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, he said gravely, "Fine, kid, I’ll wait right here, I want to see what result you come up with."

Zhang Xian glanced at Doctor Mao, too lazy to bother, and sat tiredly down on the chair.

"You... are you okay?" Zhu Qing asked worriedly.

"I..." Zhang Xian turned his head, saw Zhu Qing’s beautiful eyes filled with tenderness, and lost his mind for a moment.

What’s happening? Zhu Qing seems a bit different today! What a tender look in her eyes. Since when Zhu Qing showed such a soft side? Wasn’t she always so strong-minded?

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhu Qing asked.

"You have a flower on your face."

"Ah? A flower?" Zhu Qing was startled, quickly reaching out to touch her face.

When she didn’t feel anything, she knew she had been tricked. Angrily, she declared, "Damn Zhang Xian, if you weren’t so exhausted, I would show you!"

"Hehe, I was just joking," Zhang Xian laughed twice, leaning back on the chair.

Zhu Qing was so angry that her chest heaved with her deep breaths and her lips pouted high. Seeing how tired Zhang Xian was, she held back her anger, stifling her exasperation.

"Zhang Xian, thank you for what you did for Old Man Qian, we will surely reward you." Sun Haoran walked over and said with a smile.

"Just give me a hundred thousand!" Zhang Xian stretched out a finger.

"Are you sure?" Sun Haoran asked.

"Do you think I’m joking with you?" Zhang Xian looked at Sun Haoran.

"Haha, okay, I’ll remember this kindness." Sun Haoran didn’t say much more. But he was a little surprised that Zhang Xian only asked for a hundred thousand.

When he was talking to the hospital director earlier, he already knew that Qian Bo’s condition was very serious, basically a death sentence. To his knowledge, across Tiandu and even all of Huaxia, only Zhang Xian could pull Qian Bo back from death’s door. Under these circumstances, Zhang Xian could have named any price he wanted, and as long as the Qian family could afford it, there would be no hesitation at all.

Zhang Xian just laughed and didn’t say more.

Right now, he felt very tired and just wanted to find a place to get some good sleep. Unknowingly, he suddenly fell onto Zhu Qing’s fragrant shoulder and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Zhu Qing sat in the chair, her body stiff, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

After a good while, she suddenly reached out with her right hand, nestled against Zhang Xian’s waist, basking in the happiness of being nestled together.

"How is that possible? How could this be possible? You must have examined him wrong, go examine him again."

"Doctor Mao, we have already checked twice. Initially we also couldn’t believe it, but the results are truly miraculous. Secretary Qian has fully recovered and is very healthy."

"Ah! You mean, not only is my grandfather’s heart disease cured, but all other diseases are also cured?"

"Yes, Secretary Qian is now very healthy, with no problems."

"Haha! Zhang Xian didn’t let me down and even brought me a surprise. It seems that I made the right choice to pin my hopes on him. Old Man Qian will be hopping and jumping again."

At some point, Zhang Xian was awakened by a noisy chattering.

Blinking his sleepy eyes, he saw Sun Haoran, Qian Duoduo, and others gathered at the entrance of the special care ward chattering non-stop, no words could express his annoyance.

These people were so uncultured. Didn’t they know he was trying to sleep here? What is with all this noise? Each of them talking at the top of their lungs non-stop, were they trying to hold a concert?

His mouth twitched unnaturally, and he moved to continue sleeping.

His right hand casually moved over something very soft and firm. Instinctively, he squeezed it and was intrigued. What is this? Why is it so soft? It feels so good to hold!

"Does it feel good?" came a voice with a touch of frost.

"It feels good, very good." Zhang Xian mumbled, increasing his strength and playing with that softness.

At this moment, he was half awake and hadn’t realized where he had placed his hand, kneading Zhu Qing’s chest vigorously.

When extremely exhausted and without proper rest, the human brain would be in a daze. At this moment, he was in that peculiar state.

"I’ll let you feel good." Zhu Qing reached out and pinched Zhang Xian’s waist, giving a sharp twist.

"Ow ..." Zhang Xian jumped up from the chair like a spring, looking confused. "What’s going on? Who pinched me?"

The sudden yell drowned out everyone’s chatter.

Sun Haoran and the others who were standing at the door of the ward saw that Zhang Xian had woken up and immediately turned and surrounded him. Especially the doctors, their eyes gleaming like those of prisoners beholding a beautiful, naked woman.