Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 146 - 146 146 Gu Poison

146: Chapter 146: Gu Poison 146: Chapter 146: Gu Poison “Ah!” Ding Pulan was startled by something on the ground.

On the ground, instead of any blood clot, there was a red spider about three centimeters long, covered in red hair.

At that moment, a one-inch Golden Needle was stuck in the back of the red spider, which twitched a few times before dying completely.

“It’s okay now, I estimate Old Master Ding will wake up soon,” Qin Han said indifferently.

As if to confirm Qin Han’s words, Old Master Ding slowly opened his eyes on the sickbed and let out a few coughs soon after Qin Han finished speaking.

“Lanlan, what happened to me?” Old Master Ding’s voice sounded somewhat weak, but it was a good sign compared to his continuous unconsciousness.

“Great-grandfather, you were sick, and it was Mr.

Qin who healed you,” Ding Pulan said, unable to contain her joy when she saw that Old Master Ding had woken up.

Old Master Ding nodded at Qin Han and said with a smile, “Dr.

Qin, thank you.

This old man is nearly gone, yet you have taken the trouble for me.”

“Nonsense, Old Master, your illness is nothing serious now, you can live at least another decade or so,” Qin Han replied with a smile.

“Lanlan, thank Mr.

Qin for me,” Old Master Ding said and then closed his eyes again.

“Dr.

Qin, is Great-grandfather…?” Ding Pulan, seeing Old Master Ding close his eyes again, feared he had fallen unconscious once more and hurriedly asked Qin Han.

Qin Han waved his hand, gesturing Ding Pulan to step outside with him, and once they left the room and came outside, he spoke, “Old Master Ding has been drained of his vital essence by a poison in these past six days and is merely tired.

I’ll write a prescription for you; give it to Old Master Ding, and after half a month of recuperation, he’ll be fine.”

“So that’s what it is.

In that case, thank you, Mr.

Qin,” Ding Pulan hurriedly expressed her gratitude and instructed someone to fetch paper and a pen.

“Furthermore, Miss Ding, the poison in Old Master is somewhat peculiar; not just anyone can obtain such a gu poison,” Qin Han said lightly.

Ding Pulan’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and she nodded her head respectfully, “Thank you, Mr.

Qin, for the reminder.

I will look into it later.

Great-grandfather has been out of the business world for many years; I just don’t know who would want to harm him.”

After the paper and pen were brought, Qin Han wrote down a prescription and handed it to Ding Pulan, saying indifferently, “After Old Master recovers, he should take this prescription every six months; it will also serve to strengthen his body.”

Having said that, Qin Han glanced at the Ding’s household members and nodded to Zhou Bingchen, saying, “Mr.

Zhou, there’s nothing for me here, I will take my leave,” and then he simply left.

Zhou Bingchen promptly asked Zhou Wenfeng to follow Qin Han, instructing him to escort Qin Han back to the clinic.

Number 3 saw Qin Han leaving the Ding residence and hastily opened the car door; soon after, Zhou Wenfeng, who had caught up, started the car, and they headed toward the clinic.

After returning to the clinic, Zhou Wenfeng didn’t leave but stayed there instead.

As there were fewer patients in the clinic today, Number 3 didn’t need to clean the medicine jars; with Zhong Yuanliang also free, they exchanged a glance and began to spar, exchanging more than ten moves with each going back and forth.

Number 3’s recent progress was astonishing and didn’t at all resemble someone who had just become a Martial Artist.

In Qin Han’s words, Number 3 was originally a violence machine; his understanding of the martial arts was beyond that of ordinary people.

Now with the addition of Inner Strength, his future achievements were only a matter of time, and they wouldn’t be low.

After all, not just anyone could master the art of killing.

Ordinary martial artists might go through their lives without ever killing anyone, but those like Number 3 who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies are even rarer.

After all, even if you’re a martial artist, you still have to live within the rules.

“Brother Qin, recently, Sister-in-law’s Qingshi Wangfei has been really hot.

The profit turned over to the main company alone amounts to twenty million,” Zhou Wenfeng said with a smile.

Qin Han glanced at Zhou Wenfeng and said in an annoyed tone, “Are you out of things to say?

Why don’t you go home?”

“Brother Qin, you never used to drive me away,” Zhou Wenfeng said, pretending to be aggrieved.

Qin Han put down his teacup and with a certain gravity, said, “That was the past.

Back then, you had nothing to do all day, but now you’re already the boss of a group company.

Can you still afford to idle around like before?”

“I’ve pulled over a bunch of management experts from the Zhou family to the group, the main structure is already in place, so there’s nothing much for me to do, right?”

“Wen Feng, I know what’s on your mind, and I’m telling you, you are you, the Zhou family is the Zhou family.

And there’s nothing about the Zhou family that has made me uncomfortable.

Even the opening of the clinic relied on the Zhou family, I’m not that petty.”

“Moreover, if you want to stay by my side in the future, you must make the Wenfeng Group succeed because I’m going to need the group’s assistance in the future.

But with the current strength of the Wenfeng Group, it’s no help to me at all.”

After saying that, Qin Han stopped talking and just quietly looked at Zhou Wenfeng.

Zhou Wenfeng was still thinking about what Qin Han had just said: “To stay frequently by Qin Han’s side in the future, the current strength of the Wenfeng Group is far from enough.”

“To stay frequently by Qin Han’s side…”

The more he thought about it, the brighter Zhou Wenfeng’s eyes became, until he finally said with determination, “Brother Qin, I understand.”

“A teachable youth!” Qin Han smiled faintly.

Zhou Wenfeng stood up to take his leave, his gaze ‘grave’ as he looked at Number 3 and Zhong Yuanliang sparring.

As he passed by them, he said indifferently, “I really don’t understand what’s the use of training every day, martial artists.

All brawn and no brains.”

“Zhou Wenfeng, are you itching for a fight again?

You think you’re capable now?” Number 3 and Zhong Yuanliang stopped their sparring, with Zhong Yuanliang looking at Zhou Wenfeng with ill intent.

Zhou Wenfeng said indifferently, “Force can’t solve problems.

I still have to exert some strength for Brother Qin in the future.

Excuse me.”

“Do you think by talking with a poker face like Mr.

Qin, you believe you’re as powerful as him?” Zhong Yuanliang grabbed Zhou Wenfeng and pinned him to the ground, rubbing Zhou Wenfeng’s face roughly against it.

Number 3 was startled by Zhong Yuanliang’s behavior.

They had only met a few times; why had they started fighting?

Why was Zhong Yuanliang’s temper so explosive?

“Zhong the Pancake, you’re bullying me again.

What else can you do apart from using brute force since we were kids?

Where’s your brain, where is it?” Zhou Wenfeng cried out in pain, lying on the ground.

Only then did Number 3 realize that the two knew each other well.

Zhong Yuanliang looked up at Qin Han and saw that he was sitting there calmly drinking tea, not minding them.

He increased the force in his hand and said with a ‘fierce smirk’, “Heh heh heh, Zhou Wenfeng, now you’ve fallen into my hands, huh?

You just can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”

“Zhong the Pancake, Mr.

Qin is still here, you dare to be this savage,” Zhou Wenfeng couldn’t overpower Zhong Yuanliang and had no choice but to use Qin Han to press him.