Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 143 - 143 143 Strange Patient

143: Chapter 143 Strange Patient 143: Chapter 143 Strange Patient Qin Han feared Song Yuwei’s expression the most and quickly begged for mercy, “I really only took one look.”

“I believe you!” Song Yuwei didn’t actually want to say much, she just enjoyed seeing Qin Han look deflated, which had a bit of a “peasant turning over to sing” vibe to it.

Qin Han took the little one from Song Yuwei’s arms, and they went upstairs.

That evening, Song Yuwei prepared an exceptionally lavish dinner, and before going to bed, she gave Qin Han a kiss, a kiss that made our young master Qin daydream for a long time before he could settle down to cultivate.

In Qin’s Medical Hall, Qin Han lay in a Taishi Chair, savoring last night’s passionate kiss from Song Yuwei.

Zhou Wenfeng, however, came in a flurry, bursting through the door and exclaiming, “Qin bro, Qin bro!”

“What’s the matter to be in such a panic?” Qin Han said with irritation.

Upon seeing Qin Han, Zhou Wenfeng seemed to have found his backbone and calmed his emotions before saying, “Qin bro, there is a patient, critical and on the verge of death.

The old master sent me to ask for your help.”

“What kind of patient that even Old Zhou would have you make a trip?” Qin Han said indifferently.

“Qin bro, are you aware of the four major families of Zhongzhou?

You have already met the Ni, Zhou, and Xu families, and then there’s the Ding family!

The Ding family ranks first among the four great families, and almost all the other three have received benefits from them to reach where they are today,” Zhou Wenfeng explained.

Hearing Zhou Wenfeng’s words, Qin Han asked with some surprise, “What does this have to do with me?”

“Qin bro, today the old master went to visit Old Ding, and just now Old Ding’s condition suddenly worsened.

If it weren’t for the urgency, the old master would have come to ask for you himself,” Zhou Wenfeng said anxiously.

Dinglingling!

A phone ring sounded, and Qin Han picked up the phone: “Old Zhou.”

“Mr.

Qin, has Wenfeng arrived?

I have a favor to ask,” Old Zhou’s voice came through the phone.

Looking at Zhou Wenfeng, Qin Han said into the phone, “Wenfeng has just arrived here and is telling me about it.”

“The Ding family has been gracious to me, and now with Old Ding in critical condition, I earnestly request Mr.

Qin’s intervention.

Moreover, making connections with the Ding family will greatly benefit you in the future,” Zhou Bingchen said sincerely over the phone.

He had intended to ask Qin Han in person initially, but he was afraid of missing Old Ding’s last moments, so he had no choice but to send Zhou Wenfeng to ask Qin Han.

Suddenly, it had occurred to him that this was quite disrespectful, as Qin Han was not part of the Zhou family and should not be at their beck and call.

So, he quickly made a phone call to Qin Han.

In fact, as soon as Zhou Wenfeng had entered, he had mentioned asking Qin Han to see a patient, and Qin Han was not pleased.

He was not someone who liked to put on airs, but the Zhou family’s actions had made him uncomfortable.

However, Zhou Bingchen’s phone call took Qin Han by surprise; it seemed that Zhou Bingchen couldn’t leave his current situation, and it appeared that Zhou Bingchen’s feelings for Old Ding were more than ordinary.

Qin Han then said:

“Old Zhou, don’t worry, I will head over with Wenfeng right now.”

After hanging up the phone call, Qin Han signaled to Number 3 and then rushed off to the Ding family with Zhou Wenfeng.

In the car, Zhou Wenfeng had guessed that Qin Han might be somewhat dissatisfied, so he started to speak, “After the old master returned from his military service and retired, the Zhou family didn’t actually exist at that time.

The Zhou family as it is now owes its existence to a sum of money financed by Old Master Ding of the Ding family.”

“The old master was afraid he wouldn’t make it in time to see Old Ding close his eyes, so he sent me to ask for your help.”

“Understood!” Qin Han responded tersely.

Zhou Wenfeng drove along, hesitating to speak further.

Seeing him visibly uncomfortable, Qin Han prompted, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“Qin brother, is it because of my uncle’s actions that you’ve started to form opinions about the Zhou family?” Zhou Wenfeng mustered his courage and said.

“Wen Feng!” Number 3 let out a low shout, interrupting him.

Zhou Wenfeng immediately ceased talking and sneaked a glance at Qin Han through the rearview mirror, finding that Qin Han was resting with his eyes closed, and he sighed silently to himself.

He knew that today wasn’t the day for him to speak these words.

In the Ding family’s other courtyard, on a sickbed on the second floor, an elderly man with completely white hair was lying down.

He appeared to be at least eighty years old, and a person resembling a physician was busy at the bedside.

“Doctor Wei, how is great-grandfather doing?”

In front of the sickbed stood a figure dressed in a tight business suit, the tension of the white blouse revealing a hint of snow-white skin, and beneath the short skirt, two slender and straight legs were wrapped in thin black stockings, inviting imagination.

A face that should have been pretty was now clouded with worry, as she anxiously questioned the doctor in front of the sickbed.

Wei Mingxu furrowed his brows tightly.

According to his deduction, old Master Ding only had two more hours left.

Once twelve o’clock passed, the old man would surely breathe his last.

Yet, he could not find anything abnormal in the elder’s condition, completely unable to locate the cause of his illness.

Unless his brother, Wei Minghong, was here, but there simply wasn’t enough time.

This doctor was the second son of Wei family, a traditional Chinese medicine family from the capital, and together with his elder brother Wei Minghong, was known as the youngest master of Chinese medicine in Long Country within fifty years.

“I’m sorry, old Master Ding has one foot in the grave and there’s no power to return to life, with only two hours left to live.

I really can’t do anything, Miss Ding, please accept my condolences, and it’s best to start preparing for the aftermath,” he said.

After finishing his sentence, he couldn’t help but greedily glance at Ding Pulan’s white blouse.

He always treated the nobles in the capital and would not have come all this way if not for his lust for Ding Pulan’s beauty.

As one of Long Country’s youngest miracle doctors, his diagnosis was like a death certificate, which upon reaching Ding Pulan’s ears sounded like thunder from a clear sky.

“Is there really no way for you either?” Ding Pulan instantly turned pale, her body swayed, and she nearly fainted.

Wei Mingxu caught Ding Pulan from behind and said with concern, “Miss Ding, you must take care of yourself.

The old master is already eighty-nine years old, his passing would be considered a fortunate demise.”

“Why?

Just a few days ago, great-grandfather was still in good health, capable of eating two large bowls of rice in one meal.

How did his condition turn into this in just a few days?” Ding Pulan spoke with a hollow gaze.

“Lanlan, the doctor I’ve asked for will arrive soon; he’ll definitely be able to find a way.

He cured old Mr.

Yang’s stubborn illness of many years,” Zhou Bingchen stepped forward and said to Ding Pulan.

Upon hearing this, a trace of life returned to Ding Pulan’s lifeless eyes, and she quickly asked, “Grandfather Zhou, how much longer until he arrives?”

“Wen Feng and the others are already on the way; I estimate they shouldn’t take too long to arrive.”

“Hmph, if even I can do nothing for old Master Ding’s illness, what can a country quack possibly offer?” Wei Mingxu snorted coldly.

Zhou Bingchen openly seeking another doctor in his presence was a clear slap in his face, wasn’t it?

Especially in front of Ding Pulan, the woman he fancied.

The old fellow was truly infuriating!

“Since Old Ding is in this condition, it doesn’t hurt to try,” Zhou Bingchen said indifferently.

The Wei family held a high position in Long Country, and a small family like the Zhou family wasn’t even worth their notice, which is why Zhou Bingchen didn’t retort to Wei Mingxu but only suggested giving it a try.

“Try?

Are you making a joke of Old Ding’s condition?” Wei Mingxu said angrily.

Ding Pulan frowned; she knew Wei Mingxu was interested in her, but she didn’t like his character at all.

If it hadn’t been for her great-grandfather’s illness this time, she would never have sought him out.