Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 113 - 113 113 Opens - Zhang

113: Chapter 113 Opens – Zhang 113: Chapter 113 Opens – Zhang Xu Shimo spoke at just the right moment, “Man, it’s common to have an unworthy wife and disobedient children.

What’s so odd about having a few shortsighted relatives?

But I am curious, if even a guy like Qin Han doesn’t fit the bill, who exactly are they aiming to be related to?”

After speaking, Xu Shimo glanced at that table and raised his glass to clink with Qin Han, “Little brother, may your business flourish!”

“Thank you!” Qin Han responded with a light smile.

Xu Shimo’s words were refreshing and could be considered a way to stand up for Qin Han, but Qin Han didn’t really mind.

Why would porcelain bother with clay pots?

Zhong Wanshan, holding his wine glass and accompanied by the second and third generations of the Zhong family, came up to Qin Han but didn’t know how to start, “Qin…Doctor…”

“Old Zhong, you should drink less for your health.

Let Yuan Liang and I drink together instead.” Seeing Zhong Wanshan struggling, Qin Han took over the conversation.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Liang immediately reacted, stepping forward and saying, “Mr.

Qin, may your wealth flourish and everything go your way!” He then drained the glass in one gulp.

With Qin Han’s casual remarks, Zhong Wanshan’s awkwardness was defused.

As the cups and plates exchanged hands and everyone had their fill, all being busy people, naturally, they wouldn’t stay long.

Both the hosts and guests wore happy faces, except for the table of family members, which all bore downtrodden expressions, each lost in their own thoughts.

That afternoon, the clinic wasn’t open, and Song Yuwei did not return to the company but went straight home instead.

The little one looked at a table full of red envelopes, his eyes gleaming with joy, clamoring to open them.

Helpless, Song Yuwei had to start opening the red envelopes while holding him.

After carefully tallying, she discovered that they had received 220 million from the red envelopes alone.

Looking at those checks, Song Yuwei could hardly believe that this money would be enough for them to live on even if they did nothing in the future.

It was simply too much.

Inside Zhou Wenfeng’s red file folder, however, was a share contract.

It clearly stated that Song Yuwei owned 35 percent of the shares of Wenfeng Group, and she independently managed the Queen of Beauty Cosmetics Company, which the parent company had no jurisdiction over.

Apart from being attached to Wenfeng Group, outside of profit sharing with the parent company, this cosmetics company could be said to be Song Yuwei’s!

Qin Han nodded, thinking that the Zhou family was indeed very capable.

However, Zhou Ruicheng, Wen Feng’s uncle, always seemed intriguing to Qin Han, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Nevertheless, it was just a thought, and he didn’t dwell on it.

Song Yuwei playfully said, “Qin Han, why don’t you start another business?”

“Yes, yes!” The little one chimed in excitedly from the side.

Qin Han looked at Song Yuwei with a smile that was not quite a smile and said, “But whatever I start, the company is yours, and the money is with you.

You are now truly a wealthy woman.”

“Pfft, it’s all because they respect you, and it’s just because you couldn’t make an appearance.

You think I don’t know?” Song Yuwei rolled her eyes at Qin Han.

“Anyway, I don’t care for the accounts.

I’m just a worker,” Qin Han said with a wink.

The next day, Qin Han arrived at the clinic earlier than usual.

There was no helping it; Master Zhang had to go out for a few days, and the clinic couldn’t be without a doctor, so Qin Han’s days of leisure had come to an end.

After the hustle and bustle, there was solitude.

Only four people remained in the clinic: Qin Han, #3, Zhang Yalin, and Zhong Yuanliang.

The sun was already of school age, so Qin Han had Zhou Wenfeng arrange for him to go to school.

The little guy was also due to start kindergarten, it seemed a matter for consideration in the next few days, Qin Han thought to himself.

After Qin Han had given some guidance to Zhong Yuanliang and No.

3, the two happily found a corner to dive into their research.

As for Zhang Yalin, her look towards Qin Han was still unkind, but Qin Han didn’t mind in the least because, at least in front of others, Zhang Yalin knew how to protect his reputation.

Qin Han didn’t mind giving Zhang Yalin some advice either, so Miss Zhang was quite pleased, though she didn’t show it.

Perhaps due to the opening the previous day, many had noticed Qin Han’s clinic, with more patients than usual—filling prescriptions, consulting, coming in continuously.

This was a good sign.

Qin Han’s medical skills were evident; as long as people came, he didn’t worry about building a good reputation.

Once the reputation was established, naturally, more people would come.

For now, Qin Han’s fame was only among the elite families of Zhongzhou.

However, he never placed much stock in fame and merely enjoyed healing people.

As long as it didn’t cross Qin Han’s ethical boundaries, he was a doctor improving his medical skills through healing.

At that moment, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the consultation desk, Qin Han’s fingers on his pulse.

“Often waking from sleep startled, sweating profusely in the deep of night.

Every time I wake, my heart feels like it’s beating fiercely, and then I can’t sleep again; the panic lasts until dawn,” Qin Han looked at him and said smiling,

“It’s incredible.

I never expected someone of your age to possess such impressive medical skills.

What exactly is my condition?” the plainly dressed middle-aged man asked, looking at Qin Han.

“Weak constitution, exhaustion from overwork, stress.

You must not overwork yourself in the future.

Otherwise, even if you recover this time, it will recur, and each occurrence will be worse than the last,” Qin Han said to him calmly.

After hearing Qin Han’s words, the man was inexplicably moved, a bitter smile appearing on his stiff face: “Thank you, doctor.

I have two kids to support; how could I not strive hard?”

“Health is the capital of the revolution…”

“I understand the principle, but for us little folks, it’s not about living; it’s about surviving.

Still, I can manage.

A warm bed and a secure family for my wife and children, I don’t mind the hardships,” the man said optimistically, smiling.

It seemed that although this man’s life was somewhat difficult, his family life was still very harmonious.

He was unfortunate, but also fortunate.

How many men fight tirelessly outside, too exhausted to say a word after work, but still come home to endure their wives’ nagging and criticism.

Indeed, a marriage is constructed by both man and woman, but extending a bit more understanding and tolerance isn’t so hard.

“Yalin!” Qin Han called out, handing over the prescription to Zhang Yalin by the medicine cabinet, asking her to prepare the medication and saying, “Charge him 70% of the price!”

“Okay!” Zhang Yalin was happy to do it, as her grandfather often offered discounts at his clinic depending on the patient’s financial situation.

Since the original price was already not expensive, this was practically a giveaway.

“Thank you, doctor, thank you!” the man said gratefully.

After the plainly dressed man left, a middle-aged woman took his place at the consultation desk, “Doctor, I…”

Before the middle-aged woman could speak, Qin Han said, “Extend your hand!”

The woman stopped talking and placed her hand on the pulse diagnosis pad.

A few moments later, Qin Han, frowning, asked, “How could you let this condition go untreated for so long?”