Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 141 - 141 141 Compounding Medications

141: Chapter 141 Compounding Medications 141: Chapter 141 Compounding Medications Qin Han leaped directly into the van, lifted his leg, and kicked at the driver’s seat backrest with such force that the driver spewed a mouthful of blood.

Still, Qin Han had considered the children’s safety in the back and refrained from kicking the driver out of the vehicle.

Seeing Qin Han enter the vehicle, the trafficker in the passenger seat reached for a knife and stabbed at Qin Han, but Qin Han tilted his head to dodge the blade, grabbed the trafficker’s neck, and exerted pressure.

Within moments, he had rendered the trafficker unable to breathe, his face turning crimson and on the verge of suffocation.

Immediately after, Qin Han struck the passenger-side trafficker with his palm, sending him flying out of the vehicle, along with the door, to crash harshly against a car parked by the roadside.

Grabbing the driver by the throat, Qin Han said coldly, “Stop the car!”

The driver, as if hearing a voice from the netherworld, could not help but shiver with a coldness that seeped into his bones, his foot involuntarily easing off the gas pedal.

Once the van had safely stopped, Qin Han punched the trafficker, sending him flying out of the vehicle before turning to lift each child out.

The police arrived soon after, parking their cruiser in front of the van.

Inside was the trafficker Qin Han had expelled, currently leaning against the seat, covered in blood, his condition unknown.

When Qin Han was getting the children out, he unexpectedly discovered that the last little boy who had been snatched away by the trafficker had been watching him the whole time with his eyes wide open, his face showing not a trace of fear.

“Uncle, are you a martial artist?” the little boy asked Chen Yang, tilting his head.

Qin Han was taken aback, not expecting the boy to know about martial artists.

He nodded gently and said, “Can you keep it a secret for uncle?”

“Hmm!”

“Hua Chun!” the nanny who arrived later cried out hoarsely, and upon seeing the boy unharmed, she swept him into her arms and repeatedly thanked Qin Han: “Thank you, thank you!”

“Auntie Huang, it was this uncle who saved me, Hua Chun wasn’t scared!” The little boy did not mention that Qin Han was a martial artist.

A policeman came up to Qin Han, saluted, and said, “Sir, thank you for saving so many children, but we will need to take a bit of your time.

Please come with me back to the station for a statement.”

“Okay!” Qin Han agreed and took out his phone to tell Number 3 to come and drive the vehicle back.

Upon learning that Qin Han had gone to the station, Number 3 rushed out of the clinic with Zhong Yuanliang, retrieved the vehicle, and headed straight for the station.

When Zhong Yuanliang and another person arrived at the station, Qin Han had just finished giving his statement.

They hurried to inquire about what had happened.

After learning the details of the incident, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Initially, they had thought Qin Han got into a fight and killed someone, because his strength was well-known.

Little did they know, Qin Han was always measured in his actions, never letting emotions control him.

The door of another room opened at that moment, and the little boy with his nanny came out.

“Hua Chun?”

Seeing the boy, Number 3 couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Number 3 Uncle, what are you doing here?” The little boy saw Number 3 and seemed very affectionate, running up to him in a few steps.

Qin Han was surprised to find that Number 3 actually knew the little boy.

Wasn’t he by himself with Yaoyang in Zhongzhou?

Seeing Qin Han’s surprised expression, Number 3 whispered, “Mr.

Qin, this child belongs to a departed comrade of mine.”

“So, the child of a hero!” Qin Han murmured to himself.

After leaving the station, they drove the little boy and his nanny home, and on the way, Qin Han finally learned some of Number 3’s past.

It turned out that the reason for Number 3’s destitute state was because he had given all his money to the families of fallen comrades, with the little boy named Hua Chun being just one of them.

Qin Han felt admiration for Number 3, who had almost starved on the streets with his child but had given away all his savings to his comrades’ families.

That kind of brotherhood was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

“Mr.

Qin, I didn’t mean to deceive you; it’s just that my previous identity was really special,” No.

3 said somewhat sheepishly.

Qin Han replied with a faint smile, “It’s fine, I’ve said before that you can tell me when you’re ready.”

After sending the little boy home, the three returned to the clinic.

As soon as they entered, they saw Sun Pinghui sitting in the hall drinking tea.

Qin Han saw Sun Pinghui, inwardly cursed, and was about to turn and leave, but Sun Pinghui had already caught sight of him.

“Qin my friend, where are you off to?

That’s not very kind of you, running off as soon as you see me.”

Seeing that Sun Pinghui had already noticed him, Qin Han had no choice but to brace himself and walk into the clinic.

“Is the old clinic not busy?” Qin Han implied, hoping that Sun Ping would get the hint and hurry back to his own business.

Sun Pinghui frowned unhappily and said, “I know you don’t want to see me.

I’ll just say a few words and then leave.”

“Qin my friend, you saw what happened this morning.

I suddenly realized that you had fooled me that day.

Upon further reflection, I still think you shouldn’t stay in this small clinic.”

Qin Han furrowed his brows and replied, “Sun Lao, everyone has their own aspirations, and you surely can’t force someone against their will, can you?”

“Ah, your personality…

really.

Alright, I won’t say much more.

The College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is holding a symposium for all teachers and students in a few days, with many experts in attendance, including Old Wang.

You must come!

No more fooling around; you must give plenty of guidance to the students in our medical college!” Sun Pinghui said frankly.

As long as Sun Pinghui wasn’t trying to make him some kind of professor, Qin Han was fine with anything and quickly replied, “Good, I’ll definitely go.”

Zhang Yalin watched Qin Han and couldn’t help feeling amused, thinking that finally, there was someone who could scare Qin Han.

Seeing Sun Pinghui had yet to stand up, Qin Han frowned and said, “Aren’t you leaving yet?”

“I’m leaving; I’m just about to go.

I know you find my presence bothersome,” Sun Pinghui said with a wave of his hand, clearly irked.

Qin Han finally breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could sit down, Sun Pinghui asked, “What have you been busy with these days?”

“Treating patients!” Qin Han replied helplessly.

“And what else?” Sun Pinghui pressed on.

Black lines immediately sprang onto Qin Han’s forehead.

This Sun Pinghui hadn’t been this shameless when they first met.

He lamented the poor choice in acquaintances!

“Preparing medicine!” Qin Han said flatly.

He always remembered the task that Song Yuwei had given him, and no matter what, he was determined to prepare the medicine.

“What kind of medicine?

How is the research coming along?” Sun Pinghui asked eagerly.

Qin Han looked at him somewhat speechlessly.

If you don’t even know what medicine I’m preparing, why are you getting so worked up?

“Making a breast enhancement medicine.

I’m getting some ideas, and it should be ready in a few days,” Qin Han said, barely hiding his impatience.

“What kind of medicine?

Can you say that again?” Sun Pinghui’s voice instantly rose a few notches.

Qin Han frowned and said, “What are you shouting for?”

“You, a divine hand in Chinese medicine, not contributing to Hongyang National School but staying here working on breast enhancement medicine?

You…

you’re driving me to my grave!” Sun Pinghui stomped his feet in frustration.

Qin Han glanced at Sun Pinghui and said indifferently, “What’s it to you?

It’s my choice!”