The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 92 Li Wanshan’s Revenge_1

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Li Wanshan’s Revenge_1

"Has anyone had this strange illness before? That’s great, which divine doctor cured it? Where is that divine doctor? Quick, go and invite that divine doctor to treat me!" Bao Hankang grabbed the lead in the white coat.

"Mr. Bao, we also don’t know who that divine doctor is, let alone where that divine doctor is..." The lead in the white coat shook his head.

"What? Then who is the person who got this strange illness? Go and ask him!" Bao Hankang urged anxiously.

The lead in the white coat said, "The person who got this strange illness is River City’s real estate magnate, Li Wanshan."

"What? Li Wanshan?"

Bao Hankang’s face turned ugly.

He had just led a group to slap Li Wanshan’s face, and now he was in need of Li Wanshan’s help? How could he swallow his pride?

But a wave of weakness and pain surged through his body, and the constant sense of vertigo in his head made him throw caution to the wind; he grabbed his phone and dialed Li Wanshan’s number.

"Li Wanshan, that strange illness you contracted the other day, which divine doctor cured it? Give me the contact information for that divine doctor," Bao Hankang said nonchalantly.

"Sorry, I forgot," Li Wanshan said, and then hung up directly.

Since he had aligned himself with Ning Fan, he had no illusions about reconciling with Bao Hankang.

Tut tut tut...

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Bao Hankang’s face went through several changes, and finally, he yelled at the bodyguard beside him, "What the fuck are you staring at? Go find Li Wanshan! No, I’ll go myself! Help me to find Li Wanshan!"

Half an hour later, Bao Hankang arrived at Li Wanshan’s doorstep with the support of his bodyguards.

"Brother Li, for the sake of our many years of friendship, please tell me, who is the divine doctor that cured the strange illness in your body a few days ago? Where is he?" Bao Hankang begged, holding his nose.

Li Wanshan glanced at Bao Hankang, saw his pitch-black face, and his body that looked like a deflated balloon, and suddenly sneered, "Indeed, your symptoms are exactly like mine from a few days ago, but why should I tell you where that divine doctor is? To you, Bao Hankang, I’m just a minor character. Do you still need to ask me?"

Clearly, Li Wanshan bore a grudge against Bao Hankang.

"Brother Li, I was just in a rush to deal with Ning Fan before, I’m sorry for offending you, I hope you can forgive me! I have a feud with Ning Fan, but not with you – I beg you, tell me the identity and whereabouts of that divine doctor!" Bao Hankang pleaded.

"Sorry, if you have a feud with Mr. Ning, that means you have a feud with me! Asking me for help? There’s no need, I can’t bear it, I’m also afraid you’ll slap me again," Li Wanshan said coldly.

He remembered that Li Wanshan had slapped him at the opening ceremony that morning.

"Brother Li, it was all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Can I, can I let you slap me back?"

With a wretched look on his face, Bao Hankang stretched out his hand and slapped himself a few times, feeling humiliated within.

"Heh, do you really want to know the identity and whereabouts of that divine doctor?" Li Wanshan mocked Bao Hankang.

"I really do, Brother Li, you’ve had this strange disease as well, you know how unbearable the torment is. Just tell me the identity and whereabouts of that divine doctor, and I will repay you heavily in the future! Didn’t you always want that plot of land in the development zone? I’ll give it to you! And the shopping mall in the city center, I’ll give that to you too!" Bao Hankang said anxiously.

The pain and weakness assaulted him in waves, as if all the strength and life force in his body were being drained away... If he couldn’t find that divine doctor soon, he felt he would pass out, and once unconscious, he didn’t know if he could ever wake up again.

"You would give them to me? I can’t accept that! But I’ll still tell you, the divine doctor who cured me is Ning Fan," Li Wanshan said with a sneer.

"What? What? This, how is this possible? Li Wanshan, don’t lie to me!" Bao Hankang bellowed in disbelief.

"Heh, believe it or not, when you die, naturally you can choose not to believe," Li Wanshan said, and then ignored Bao Hankang further.

"Damn it..."

Bao Hankang’s teeth were almost gnashing as he left Li Wanshan’s home.

"Mr. Bao, I’ve made contact with that divine doctor from Capital City, He Wushang!" At that moment, the lead bodyguard received a phone call and suddenly announced excitedly.

"Good! Great! Quick, call him over to treat my illness!" Bao Hankang exclaimed with joy.

"Mr. Bao, once divine doctor He heard you are Young Master Bao’s father, he refused to come over, agreeing only to talk with you over the phone," the lead bodyguard said, somewhat helplessly.

"Fine, then let’s talk on the phone first!" Bao Hankang gritted his teeth.

He took the phone and couldn’t wait to speak on the other end to He Wushang, "Divine doctor He, as long as you can cure my illness, I’ll give you ten billion!"

"If your illness is really the same as Li Wanshan’s, I can’t cure it! There’s only one person in the whole world who can cure this disease," He Wushang said coldly over the phone.

"Who... who can cure it?" Bao Hankang held onto his last shred of hope.

"Mr. Ning, Ning Fan!" After He Wushang said this, he hung up the phone.

"Damn it!" Bao Hankang slammed the phone to the ground.

"Mr. Bao, what should we do now?" the lead bodyguard asked.

Bao Hankang hung his head for a long while, then raised it weakly, clenched his teeth, and said, "Go... go find Ning Fan!"