Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 901 How Dare You!

Chapter 901: Chapter 901 How Dare You!

"Who cured her?"

That was the question on everyone’s mind.

At that moment, He Sihai approached his daughter-in-law, Su Yuqi, and asked, "Yuqi, how are you feeling?"

Su Yuqi replied, "Dad, I feel pretty good now."

Seeing this, He Sihai breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, somewhat embarrassed, he approached Peng Wenhao and apologized,

"Doctor Peng, I’m sorry. I was too impulsive just now. It turns out you had already cured my daughter-in-law."

"I apologize to you!"

Peng Wenhao was also confused at that moment.

Su Yuqi was not actually cured by him.

But now it seemed that the Gambling King, He Sihai, had misunderstood.

Misunderstood that it was he who cured her.

He glanced at Su Yuqi and noticed she was indeed awake, and her vital signs were normal. Since that was the case, he wouldn’t be modest.

No matter who cured her, taking credit for it was always the right move!

After all, his principle was, when something went wrong, let others take the blame. But if it was cured, he would take the credit!

"Cough cough..." He cleared his throat and said sternly, "Mr. He, you were too impulsive. I kindly cured your daughter-in-law, and not only do you not appreciate it, but you even hit me!"

"Now, what do you think should be done, huh?"

"My fault, my fault! I will compensate Doctor Peng with a sum of medical fees." The Gambling King He Sihai kept apologizing.

"Hmph, this medical fee can’t be too little. You hit me forty-three times, and each slap should be, at the very least, one million!" Peng Wenhao demanded a hefty sum.

One million per slap, that’s forty-three million for forty-three slaps!

Though the sum was substantial, He Sihai, seeing his daughter-in-law cured, quickly agreed.

"No problem."

"And my aunt, you hit her too, and she requires compensation. She is a medical expert of high esteem from the Capital City, and now she has been humiliated by you. You should at least pay an additional fifty million!" Peng Wenhao opened his mouth again.

Hearing him tack on another fifty million, the total was nearly one billion.

Though he was wealthy, He Sihai was somewhat displeased.

But seeing his daughter-in-law cured, after thinking it over, he agreed still.

"Okay!"

Seeing this, Peng Wenhao finally let it go.

Peng Xin and the hospital leaders were very curious and asked Peng Wenhao,

"Wenhao, how did you cure her illness?"

Peng Wenhao’s eyes flickered, and he laughingly said:

"Just now, when you weren’t here, I was alone in the Special Care Ward and came up with a treatment plan."

"So, I went to treat her, and then she was cured."

"I see." Everyone believed his words because, after all, he wasn’t in front of them just now.

That was the only possibility.

The hospital leaders and everyone else began to praise him.

"Doctor Peng is truly amazing, even more capable than I, the Vice President. His future is boundless."

"Professor Peng Xin, you have an excellent nephew, truly a pillar of the community."

"Your Peng family is a medical dynasty, producing one master after another. First Professor Peng Xin, and now Doctor Peng Wenhao."

"..."

Peng Xin looked at him with new respect, and Yang Meng, Peng Xin’s doctoral student standing by, didn’t need to say much; the way she looked at Peng Wenhao was radiant.

She couldn’t wait to throw herself at him.

And just then, Qiao Bing returned from the General Ward.

She came back to check whether the patient in the Special Care Ward had woken up and was about to remind her not to remove the Silver Needle.

But upon entering, she found everyone commending Peng Wenhao, saying he had cured the patient.

Qiao Bing frowned and said, "Peng Wenhao, you sure have a big face, taking credit for something you didn’t do. Can’t you see whether you’re capable of it or not?"

Whoosh!

The moment she spoke, everyone’s face changed drastically.

Especially Peng Wenhao, who turned iron blue and said, "Qiao Bing, what do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Hmph, ask yourself, did you cure this disease?" Qiao Bing sneered.

Peng Wenhao was anxious, wondering if Qiao Bing was the one who had cured the patient.

But after a moment’s thought, he decided it didn’t matter if Qiao Bing had cured her, he would still snatch the credit.

After all, no one could prove it.

With that in mind, he couldn’t help but laugh and say, "Qiao Bing, of course, I cured the patient. If not me, who else? You?"

"Of course not me, I don’t have such medical skills," Qiao Bing shook her head, "It was my boyfriend, Lin Dong, who cured this patient."

As soon as she said this, Yang Meng snickered outright.

"Qiao Bing, are you talking about that boyfriend of yours who was considered a charlatan and driven out of the hospital for saying the patient was struck by witchcraft?"

"Hahaha, you’re going to kill me with laughter! A scammer claiming to practice Traditional Chinese Medicine without even a title, he can cure illnesses?"

Peng Xin’s face also darkened, "Qiao Bing, you really are something. Blinded by the need to take credit for your boyfriend, you’re talking nonsense."

"Your character is simply the shame of the medical community. When I get back to the Capital, I will report this to the hospital. Anyway, I won’t be your instructor anymore."

Peng Wenhao also sneered, clearly not believing Qiao Bing’s words.

It seemed the patient was cured by him, and if so, taking this credit had even less of an issue.

Qiao Bing wanted to explain, but then she thought about it—she had brought Lin Dong in secretly to treat the patient, which was against hospital rules.

Of course, she knew, even if she explained, these people would not believe her.

So she shook her head and didn’t bother to explain further.

Then, with a cold smile on her face, she warned Peng Wenhao,

"Peng Wenhao, if you don’t have the capability, how dare you forcefully take this credit? Aren’t you afraid the patient will have another accident?"