Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 145 - 145 145 Tell Him to Get Lost!

145: Chapter 145 Tell Him to Get Lost!

145: Chapter 145 Tell Him to Get Lost!

After Qin Han and Zhou Bingchen left, Ding Huaizhen turned to Wei Mingxu and said, “Doctor Wei, please contact the Family Head’s eldest son.”

Upon seeing Ding Huaizhen approach, Wei Mingxu smiled and said, “Uncle Ding, rest assured, my older brother is already on the plane and will arrive in at most one hour.

Don’t worry, with my brother here, Old Master Ding will surely be fine.”

In the room, Old Master Ding, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly began to tremble violently, like an epileptic seizure.

“Pfft…”

As Old Master Ding’s body shook, blood started to spill from the corner of his mouth, seeming to suffer immense pain.

“This is bad, the old master is spitting blood!”

After leaving the Ding family’s mansion, Zhou Bingchen and Zhou Wenfeng hurried after Qin Han and found him standing quietly at the front of the car, his face expressionless.

“Mr.

Qin.” Zhou Bingchen and Zhou Wenfeng approached the car and called out.

Then, to Qin Han’s surprise, Zhou Bingchen deeply bowed to him, saying, “Mr.

Qin, I apologize for the disrespect you encountered today because of me, Zhou Bingchen.”

Qin Han quickly helped Zhou Bingchen up, saying, “Mr.

Zhou, what are you doing?

You flatter me too much.”

Zhou Bingchen sighed and said, “Old Master Ding has been very kind to me.

I had good intentions, but they were not appreciated, and it led to your disgrace, which troubled me deeply.”

“If every Tom, Dick, or Harry could anger me, wouldn’t I be dead by now?” Qin Han said with a smile.

“Mr.

Zhou, don’t worry, it will take at most fifteen minutes for the Ding’s family to invite us back!”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bingchen, stunned, said, “Mr.

Qin, you don’t plan to leave?”

“Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-level pagoda, and besides, Old Master Ding’s illness is peculiar; I also want to see what is actually going on.”

Meanwhile, the Ding family was in chaos.

Old Master Ding had suddenly spit blood, his face deathly pale without a trace of color, breathing out more than breathing in—what should they do?

“Doctor Wei, what do we do now?” Ding Pulan asked Wei Mingxu.

Wei Mingxu shook his head, frowning as he said, “It seems Old Master Ding’s time has come.

I estimated he had two hours left earlier, but now it appears his time is up; even if my older brother arrives now, it wouldn’t help.”

“How could this happen!” Ding Pulan stood stunned, her mind buzzing.

Wei Mingxu approached Ding Pulan, softly saying, “Please, keep your spirits up.”

As he reached for Ding Pulan’s shoulder, hoping to use the opportunity to close the distance between them, he saw Ding Pulan suddenly rush out of the room and head straight for the door.

When Ding Pulan reached the doorway, she saw Qin Han and Zhou Bingchen talking and hurried over, saying, “Mr.

Qin…”

“Old Master Ding has indeed spit blood,” Qin Han said indifferently as he saw Ding Pulan approach.

At this moment, Ding Pulan realized how foolish she had been just moments before.

Could a charlatan have readily stated her grandfather’s symptoms?

“Mr.

Qin, I apologize for my earlier rudeness.

Please, you must save my grandfather.” After speaking, Ding Pulan immediately knelt on the ground.

“Lead me up!” Qin Han said softly as he helped Ding Pulan up.

When Ding Pulan led Qin Han and the others back to Old Master Ding’s hospital room, the Ding family had already started to dress the old grandfather in his funeral clothes.

Seeing Qin Han follow Ding Pulan inside, they were somewhat taken aback.

“Everyone else, leave.

Let Mr.

Qin treat my grandfather!” Ding Pulan said sternly.

“Lanlan, I know grandfather loved you the most, but he is gone now, be realistic!” said Ding Huaizhen, his words laden with sorrow.

“Miss Ding, I know you are very upset, but the current situation is already clear!” Wei Mingxu began.

When Ding Pulan saw that no one was listening, her face instantly darkened with urgency.

“I repeat once more as the current Head of the Ding family, everyone else get out immediately!”

Qin Han glanced at Ding Pulan, having not expected her to be the current Family Head of the Ding family, and couldn’t help but take a few more looks at her.

The members of the Ding family saw Ding Pulan’s anger and hurriedly put down the longevity clothes they were holding and withdrew from the room.

“Miss Ding!” Wei Mingxu called out urgently.

Qin Han approached Old Master Ding’s bedside, placed his fingers on Old Master Ding’s wrist, and said without turning his head, “Tell him to get lost!”

“Dr.

Wei, please leave,” Ding Pulan said sternly.

“What did you say, Ding Pulan?” Wei Mingxu exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock and anger.

Ding Pulan, pausing between each word, said to Wei Mingxu, “I said, please leave, do not disrupt Mr.

Qin in treating Great Grandfather!”

“Fine, fine, fine!

Ding Pulan, you will regret this!” With that, Wei Mingxu flicked his sleeves and left the sickroom.

Qin Han inwardly nodded at Ding Pulan, finding her decisive and efficient in her actions, not dithering at all.

No wonder she was made the Family Head of this generation.

A minute later, Qin Han lifted his hand from taking Old Master Ding’s pulse, turned around, and asked Ding Pulan, “Does Old Master Ding vomit blood at this time every day?”

“Indeed, the Great Grandfather vomits blood at this time every day, each time more severe than the last.

It has been happening for six consecutive days, and today is the seventh day,” she replied.

Qin Han nodded and said nothing, instead, he took out a needle pouch he was carrying, extracted a Golden Needle, and gently flicked it.

As the Golden Needle emitted a buzzing sound, he swiftly inserted it into Old Master Ding’s abdomen.

As the first Golden Needle went in, Qin Han’s hands moved in synchrony.

Each needle was released as soon as it was inserted, each time accompanied by a humming sound as if his fingers were playing a melody.

In the blink of an eye, nine Golden Needles had already been placed at nine major acupoints on Old Master Ding’s body.

Once the nine needles were set, Qin Han stood up and seriously said to Ding Pulan, “Old Master Ding is in a coma because he is poisoned by a type called ‘Seven-Day Netherworld,’ made from a poison insect fed with Tibetan Royal Flower.

Ordinary doctors can hardly detect this poison, and medical equipment can’t detect it either.”

“The Gu poison can claim a person’s life in just seven days, and today is the seventh day.

If we don’t remove the poison, Old Master Ding’s chances are more likely to be grim than not,” he added.

A chilly light flashed in Ding Pulan’s beautiful eyes, and she finally understood that her Great Grandfather’s illness was no accident but a deliberate act.

“Mr.

Qin, is there a way to treat him?” Ding Pulan asked anxiously.

Qin Han nodded lightly and said, “I have already trapped the poison insect with the Nine Yang Rejuvenation Needles.

We just need to force it out now.”

After speaking, Qin Han drew another Golden Needle and directed it straight at Old Master Ding’s Baihui acupoint.

“Ah!”

Although Ding Pulan was not a doctor, she knew that the Baihui acupoint was a fatal spot, and no doctor dared to needle there, which frightened her into exclaiming.

As the Golden Needle entered the Baihui acupoint, Old Master Ding suddenly began coughing violently, spitting out a black, foul-smelling clot of blood from his mouth.

Qin Han, quick as lightning, thrust another Golden Needle towards the blood clot.

As the blood clot hit the ground, Ding Pulan stared in shock at the floor.

What was that?

It was clearly…