Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 242 - 242 242 Unbelievable

242: Chapter 242 Unbelievable 242: Chapter 242 Unbelievable Qin Han shook his head and said, “Let’s not do that, I am not used to crowds, and preparing the antidote requires peace.”

Regarding the Ming family and these governmental officials, Qin Han always kept his distance, not getting involved.

Once certain matters pulled one in deep, escaping from them became difficult.

“Let’s go by ourselves.

It really is noisy with a lot of people,” Dirac said.

Bruce looked somewhat troubled at Qin Han, who immediately understood Bruce’s concern and said with a faint smile, “Your Highness’s security must still be maintained, given your special status.

Let’s not make it difficult for Bruce.”

Upon hearing this, Bruce looked at Qin Han gratefully.

Although he was just Dirac’s private doctor, he actually wasn’t much different from a personal butler.

If anything untoward happened in Dragon Country, Bruce would certainly not be able to escape responsibility.

“Alright, Uncle Bruce, then just have the security wait outside Mr.

Qin’s clinic and not go inside to disturb,” Dirac nodded and said.

When the group arrived at the Qin family clinic, Zhang Yalin, Zhong Yuanliang, and Xu Bingyan were playing poker.

Zhong Yuanliang’s face was covered with stickers, while the faces of the two women had very few, clearly showing Zhong Yuanliang was losing badly.

Seeing Qin Han had guests, she didn’t stop to wonder why Qin Han would bring two foreigners back.

Zhong Yuanliang quickly ripped off the stickers from his face, while Zhang Yalin hurried to boil water for tea.

On the other hand, Xu Bingyan graciously led everyone inside.

Seeing Xu Bingyan, Qin Han then remembered why he hadn’t seen Xu Shimo earlier.

Hadn’t he also gone to attend the economic summit?

What Qin Han didn’t know was that although Xu Shimo had the reputation of an economist, he didn’t carry enough weight in international dealings between countries.

Dirac and Bruce carefully examined the environment of the clinic, with Dirac showing keen interest, but Bruce asked oddly, “Mr.

Qin, is the antidote prepared somewhere else?”

“It is prepared right here,” Qin Han said with a smile.

“Here?

Shouldn’t there be a laboratory?

This place is so basic, without even a sterile environment, how can you prepare the antidote?” Bruce continued to inquire.

“Bruce, the preparation of medicine in Chinese medicine is not as complicated as in Western medicine.

A sterile environment is only needed for certain specific medicinal materials,” Qin Han explained lightly.

Zhang Yalin, who was just coming out with tea, heard Qin Han and Bruce conversing fluently in English and was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped, and she even forgot to put down the tea.

Qin Han speaks English?

And so fluently?

What surprised her wasn’t that speaking English signified nobility or status, but because she knew Qin Han’s life well.

According to Song Yuwei, wasn’t Qin Han previously just a local ruffian?

How could he have possibly gone abroad or learned English?

Qin Han glanced at Zhang Yalin, signaling her to put down the tea.

Zhang Yalin then came back to her senses, hurriedly placing the tea down, yet not knowing what to say.

At that moment, Xu Bingyan approached and spoke fluently in English, “Your Highness, please try the tea from Dragon Country.”

“Beautiful miss, do you know me?” Dirac, hearing Xu Bingyan addressing him as ‘Your Highness,’ asked surprisingly.

“My brother is Xu Shimo, who often talks about your economic insights, and I have also seen your papers published in some magazines,” Xu Bingyan said with a smile.

“So, it’s like that.

You are Mr.

Xu’s sister, please allow me to show my respect,” saying that, Dirac gave Xu Bingyan a hand-kissing gesture.

Zhang Yalin was surprised again, was this the same Xu Bingyan who just forcefully beat everyone at cards?

Qin Han merely looked on indifferently, having been born into a wealthy family, these social skills came naturally to him.

With just a few brief sentences, he not only explained how he knew Dirac but also introduced himself, quite skillfully.

It seems I need to send a message to Yu Wei to come over as well, although Qin Han dislikes these affairs, Song Yuwei still needs these social connections.

At this time, our young master Zhong was standing at the door, his eyes scanning the Rolls-Royces parked at the entrance, wearing a wary expression.

In response, Qin Han was quite pleased, at least Zhong Yuanliang’s sense of alertness was not low.

He said to Zhong Yuanliang, “Yuan Liang, no need to be nervous, those are the prince’s bodyguards.”

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanliang nodded, then settled into his seat and began fiddling with his phone, starting to read a novel.

As for the prince’s identity being Dirac’s, he totally disregarded it, thinking to himself, “What does this have to do with me?”

However, his behavior made Bruce start speculating, the people in Mr.

Qin’s clinic, except for the beautiful lady who had served tea earlier who seemed somewhat surprised, did not seem to care about the prince’s identity.

Of course, it must be because Mr.

Qin’s medical skills are excellent, and the people who usually come here are all prominent.

If Qin Han knew what Bruce was thinking, he would probably burst out laughing.

The one at the door, indeed looked a bit foolish, which had nothing to do with exposure.

Perhaps because Qin Han was not in the clinic in the morning, after he returned, a wave of patients arrived.

With patients at the door, he couldn’t just tell them to leave.

Qin Han had no choice but to say to Dirac and Bruce, “Sorry, let me finish with these patients first, it won’t take long.”

Both of them had no objections.

A clinic, after all, is supposed to welcome patients.

Moreover, they also had another thought, which was to see how Qin Han diagnosed illnesses.

“Night sweats, weak waist and knees, general debility, you should stop staying up late.

Go get your medicine over there, take it for a month.”

“Sores in the mouth, yellow tongue coating, disharmony between the spleen and stomach, food retention causing rising stomach fire, and your breath is already bad.

Go get your medicine.”

“This issue stems from an ailment you had when you were younger, you must have worked in a cold place before, it has reached your lungs.

I’ll prescribe medication for you, take it for three months.”

In less than half an hour, Qin Han and Zhang Henian had seen all the patients, and as the patients left, they all praised him, saying not only was the diagnosis accurate, but also the medicine was inexpensive.

In just half an hour, Bruce was surprised.

Many diseases, if he were to diagnose, would require the confirmation of equipment, yet Qin Han had identified them immediately.

Moreover, the beautiful lady who served tea earlier, whom he had thought was just a menial worker, was skillfully selecting Chinese medicines at the medicine cabinet, quickly preparing and packaging them, seemingly quite accustomed to this.

Bruce approached Qin Han, incredulous, and said, “Mr.

Qin, you can diagnose patients without the aid of instruments.

How do you do something so miraculous?”

“Bruce, instruments are just a tool to assist, they shouldn’t become a dependency.

Back when technology wasn’t advanced, did doctors not treat illnesses?” Qin Han said with a smile.

“The culture of traditional Chinese medicine in the Dragon Country is truly extensive and profound!

I am amazed!” Dirac exclaimed.

Qin Han casually wrote down a prescription and handed it to Zhang Yalin, and then said to Zhang Henian, “Mr.

Zhang, the detoxification decoction needs ginseng.

Go and take a few roots from the plant in my room.”

It wasn’t that Qin Han necessarily wanted to order Zhang Henian around, but if it were someone else, he would be worried about them damaging his ginseng.

Zhang Henian nodded with a smile, clearly understanding Qin Han’s thoughts.