Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 140 - 140 140 Street Peddler

140: Chapter 140: Street Peddler 140: Chapter 140: Street Peddler The Xu family had nothing much to do anymore, so Qin Han stood up, bid farewell, and returned to the medical hall.

After Qin Han had left, Xu Shimo asked Old Master Xu, “Dad, what does Qin Han mean by having Bing Yan work at the medical hall?

Can Bing Yan manage it?”

“Foolish boy, our Xu family is going to prosper.

When your third brother comes back, let him follow as well,” said the old master with an inscrutable expression.

Xu Shimo, being impatient, pressed when the old master did not answer, “Oh, come on, dear dad, just tell me!”

“You’re nearly forty, how can you be so restless and slow-witted?” Old Master Xu said, frustrated with his son’s inability to grasp the situation.

“Do you know why Qin Han wants Hong Yan to work at the medical hall?”

Xu Shimo grimaced and said, “I don’t know!”

“Do you think Hong Yan would agree if Qin Han offered to treat her now?” Old Master Xu asked.

Desperate for the old master to explain everything at once but wary of rushing him, Xu Shimo said, “Definitely not, given the way things just went.”

“But what if Qin Han and Hong Yan got to know each other better?” the old master coaxed.

“First let Hong Yan help at the medical hall, and once they are familiar, wouldn’t it be easy for Qin Han to offer a consultation?”

“And as for understanding Hong Yan’s inner thoughts, do you think Qin Han could draw them out?”

Xu Shimo nodded and said as if he had an epiphany, “Dad, I understand now.”

“Most importantly, what did they bet?” asked Old Master Xu.

Xu Shimo thought for a moment and said, “It seems it was that if Hong Yan could withstand ten moves from Qin Han, she would be considered his disciple.”

“Do you think, with Qin Han’s skills, it is possible for Hong Yan to withstand ten moves from him?”

“Absolutely impossible!”

“Exactly, so Hong Yan’s recovery is contingent on when Qin Han would allow Hong Yan to withstand his ten moves!

Plus, the most crucial point is that after receiving guidance from Qin Han, Hong Yan’s martial arts skills will definitely progress rapidly, essentially nurturing a martial arts expert for our Xu family!”

“Now that the Xu family has money, what are we lacking?

The protection of a powerful martial artist!

Qin Han is showing our Xu family another horizon!”

Having said all that in one go, Old Master Xu took a sip of tea, excitedly saying, “This favor is indeed tremendous!”

“I understand now, Dad, your foresight is sharp.

When you stood up for Qin Han against the Nie family, I thought it was a bit much, but now I see, you were playing a grand game!” Xu Shimo gave his father a thumbs up.

Old Master Xu rolled his eyes, frustrated, “Why don’t you understand?

What game?

When dealing with Qin Han, don’t think of those business tactics; you need to sincerely forge a bond with him!”

“I get it, Dad.

Anyway, Qin Han and I get along well.”

Old Master Xu thought for a moment and said, “Qin Han’s wife, Song Yuwei, is recently starting up a cosmetics company, reportedly manufacturing and selling a skincare product called ‘Beauty Dew’ with great market response.

Go ahead and dedicate a counter in all of our malls to exclusively sell her company’s products.

Although ‘Beauty Dew’ is already in high demand, we should still gild the lily!”

“Yes!

Dad!”

As he passed the pedestrian street, Qin Han saw a vendor selling candied haws at the roadside.

He stopped the car, planning to bring a few candied haws back for Di Diu and Song Yuwei.

At that moment, a van at the street corner caught Qin Han’s attention.

He saw two burly men suddenly jump out of the van, scoop up a two-year-old child who was playing nearby, and flip back into the van, which then sped off toward the end of the road.

Qin Han’s brow furrowed, “These are human traffickers!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Han stepped on the accelerator and chased after the van.

Meanwhile, a woman in her forties, who looked like a nanny, sat on the ground wailing loudly.

She had taken the child out for a walk and thought about buying the child a sugar-coated hawthorn when, in the blink of an eye, someone had snatched the child away.

Qin Han, having floored the accelerator, finally caught up with the van just as it was about to exit the street, and he yelled through the window, “Stop the car, leave the child!”

The people in the van, smiling joyfully as they discussed how much money they could make this time, were startled by the sudden appearance of the red flag HS7.

“Shit, someone is catching up!” said the driver, pressing hard on the accelerator without caring whether the traffic was congested in front, forcibly squeezing through a gap, instantly shattering the side mirrors of the vehicles on both sides.

Qin Han’s vehicle was too large to pass through, so he slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road.

Watching the van get farther and farther away, Qin Han felt an overwhelming sense of urgency in his heart.

Once the child fell into the hands of those traffickers—best case scenario they’d be sold to a decent family, but Qin Han feared the worst, like online stories of children being sold for organs or turned into beggars with disabilities at train stations, their lives ruined forever.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

Qin Han flung open the car door, drew in a breath of True Qi, and with light steps, he chased after the van.

Suddenly, a bizarre spectacle unfolded on the street.

An old van, recklessly crashing forward as if death were chasing it, and behind it, a shadow racing across the road at lightning speed, causing drivers on the road to subconsciously glance at their speedometers.

The van thought it had shaken off Qin Han, the occupants humming a tune in triumph.

But the next second, a trafficker in the passenger seat glanced in the rearview mirror and instantly freaked out—Qin Han was only about twenty meters away from the van.

“Shit, is that guy even human?

How can he be so fast?” The driver was completely dumbfounded, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Qin Han pushed his movement technique to its limits, and finally, at a bend where the van slowed down to turn, he leaped and landed on the roof of the van like a giant bird.

The traffickers inside sensed something odd about the roof and frantically jerked the steering wheel left and right trying to shake Qin Han off.

Qin Han channeled his energy to his palms, smashed one down on the roof of the van, and then clung on tight.

The van zigzagging wildly across the road had already alarmed the patrolling traffic police, who then joined in the pursuit.

Seeing the police join in, the traffickers drove even more crazily, pushing the speed to eighty or ninety miles an hour and zigzagging across the road.

The loudspeaker on the police car blared, “The van ahead, stop the vehicle immediately for inspection!”

But the van ignored the police warning and continued speeding away.

Just then, with one hand free, Qin Han violently thrust his fingers, stiff as swords, into the roof of the van and tore off its roof cover.

The detached sheet metal scattered across the road, forcing the vehicles behind to stop.

Through the now-open roof, Qin Han looked inside and instantly felt a surge of rage.

He saw that the van’s back seats had been removed, and at that moment, there were five or six toddlers lying inside, all of whom appeared to be unconscious.

These beasts had actually used a Knockout Drug on such small children!

“You truly deserve to die!”