Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 142 - 142 142 Better with Massage

142: Chapter 142: Better with Massage 142: Chapter 142: Better with Massage “I know, I know.

What I mean is you’re neglecting your duties.

As a master of traditional medicine, why research breast enhancement formulas?

You should focus more on remedies like the pill you gave to Elder Jiang this morning—that’s truly a service to the country and its people,” Sun Pinghui prattled on incessantly.

Qin Han glanced at Sun Pinghui.

The old chap sure had sharp eyes—just a Small Guiyuan Pill had caught his attention.

Apparently oblivious to Qin Han’s impatience, Sun Pinghui continued, “Another thing, when you have some free time, visit the First Hospital more often.

If there’s an emergency patient that they can’t handle, aren’t you there?

It wouldn’t hurt to give some advice to the doctors and promote traditional medicine, right?”

Watching Sun Pinghui, his spit flying, Qin Han for the first time felt an urge to hit someone.

How had he never noticed that this old man was such a chatterbox?

“I got it.

I’ll go when I have some time!” Qin Han nodded and made a dismissing gesture.

With Qin Han’s nature, it was rare for him to actively send someone away, which just shows how annoyed he was with Sun Pinghui.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving.

Young people nowadays really don’t respect their elders,” Sun Pinghui said, feigning helplessness.

Having sent Sun Pinghui packing, Qin Han sat down again.

In truth, he hadn’t really paid attention to the Small Guiyuan Pill that Sun Pinghui mentioned.

He could surely concoct something superior, so why stick to just making that type of pill?

Just as Qin Han leaned back in the Taishi Chair to ponder Xu Bingyan’s condition, he saw Zhang Yalin approaching.

Her beautiful eyes fixed on Qin Han, her face sporting a charming smile that sent shivers down his spine.

Stunned, he asked, “What do you want?”

“That…

have you worked out the formula you mentioned earlier?” Zhang Yalin whispered, glancing at Zhong Yuanliang who was staring off at the door.

Qin Han, frowning, looked at Zhang Yalin, surprised, “Which one?”

“The one you mentioned earlier,” Zhang Yalin said coyly, gesturing with her hands and then blushing deeply.

Qin Han gazed at Zhang Yalin skeptically and asked, “Why do you ask?”

Seeing Zhong Yuanliang starting to look in their direction, ready to walk over, Zhang Yalin hurriedly said, “Just tell me, why all the questions?”

“The formula is almost ready,” Qin Han said, glancing at Zhang Yalin’s upper body and casually remarked, “It is indeed quite flat.”

Zhang Yalin’s eyes could have shot fire, and if looks could kill, Qin Han would have been dead several times by now.

Her hands trembled slightly as if she was about to choke Qin Han, but remembering his prowess, Zhang Yalin instantly suppressed that thought.

Knowing Qin Han’s disposition, he would certainly show no mercy for her.

“Don’t worry, once the formula is ready, I’ll save some for you.

After all, you’re my employee.

It won’t look good if you stand in the shop like that,” Qin Han said nonchalantly.

Zhang Yalin glared at Qin Han, grinding her teeth, “Can’t you speak like a normal person?”

“In a few days, when it’s ready, I’ll give you a bottle.

How could I not help you, considering it’s a lifetime matter?” Qin Han glanced at Zhang Yalin and said.

Zhang Yalin, her face flushing, whispered, “You better remember that, don’t forget!”

With that, she turned and walked away; she could no longer endure Qin Han’s demeaning look.

Watching Zhang Yalin flee, Qin Han chuckled to himself.

Indeed, it was impossible for any woman to remain indifferent about achieving a perfect figure.

“Actually, the effects of this formula are enhanced when combined with massage, and it can even shape the figure,” Qin Han mentioned nonchalantly as Zhang Yalin turned to leave.

Zhang Yalin hurried even faster at the words of Qin Han and directly went into the inner room to scrub the medicine jars.

A moment later, Number 3 came out from the inner room looking puzzled, his hands still wet from washing the medicine jars, as he was rushed out by Zhang Yalin.

“Mr.

Qin, did that witch ask you about breast enhancement medicine?” Zhong Yuanliang approached Qin Han and said with a malicious grin.

Qin Han glanced at Zhong Yuanliang and said indifferently, “I think your Chaos Six Extremes still has some flaws.

Do you want me to give you some pointers?”

“Mr.

Qin, you can’t do this to me…” Zhong Yuanliang complained with a sad face.

The day passed quickly, and Qin Han went to pick up Song Yuwei from work at the usual time, sitting in the car, he looked at the luxury of the HS7 interior and couldn’t help feeling somewhat resigned.

Now almost every day, Qin Han was picking Song Yuwei up in the morning and evening, leaving one of the two Red Flag HS7s parked at the clinic, practically idle…

but Qin Han thoroughly enjoyed this ‘helplessness’.

After all, with the daily rides, his relationship with Song Yuwei grew stronger by the day.

Song Yuwei got into the car holding the already asleep Diu Diu, and seeing Song Yuwei’s happy face, Qin Han couldn’t help but ask, “What’s making you so happy?”

“Today, Mr.

Li came to the company.

We talked for a whole day, and he pointed out quite a few issues with the current structure of the company.

He also gave very useful advice on product sales as well as positioning and packaging.

It really saved me from a lot of trouble and detours,” Song Yuwei said happily.

Qin Han drove out of the company’s gate and said with a smile, “That’s good.”

“Was the clinic busy today?” Song Yuwei asked, tilting her head.

“I wasn’t at the clinic today.

Yesterday, I promised Xu Shimo to treat his friend’s father, and he fell ill today, so I went to Xu Shimo’s house instead and dealt with a troublesome patient.

I didn’t stay at the clinic all day,” Qin Han thought for a moment and said indifferently.

“A troublesome patient?

Is the condition very serious?”

“No, it’s Xu Shimo’s sister.

She suffers from a heart disease and emotional depression, which has already affected her intellect, and she refuses treatment,” Qin Han replied.

Hearing Qin Han’s words, Song Yuwei said sympathetically, “Emotional depression, she must have been deeply hurt by a man.”

“I don’t know the specific reason, but one thing is certain, her last relationship caused her great trauma, she can’t even face men because she despises them,” Qin Han said, frowning, “Moreover, at the last business cocktail party, I merely glanced at her, and she attacked me violently, aiming to kill with every move.”

“That severe?

I’ve seen people who didn’t date for years after a breakup, but I’ve never seen someone reach the point of hating men,” Song Yuwei said, somewhat surprised.

Qin Han parked the car and said indifferently, “It might be related to her being a martial artist.

In martial arts, her condition could also be a sign of becoming deranged.

I guess that she was probably abandoned by a man at a critical time when she was trying to break through to a new level, which led to her fixation.”

“She’s a martial artist too?

I didn’t expect that,” Song Yuwei nodded, then glanced at Qin Han with a smile and said, “Did you really just glance at her?”

Qin Han looked at Song Yuwei and said with a smile, “Really, just a glance.”

“Is Xu Big Brother’s sister pretty?”

“Her face is alright, but her figure, compared to our Yu Wei, is far inferior.

The first time I met her, I found it odd; she kept calling me a lecher, but with that plain figure, who would have any thoughts about her?” Qin Han said helplessly.

“Hmm, and you said you just glanced…” Song Yuwei looked at him with a mix of amusement and skepticism.