Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 417 - 417 What do you do every night for 417 days

417: What do you do every night for 417 days?

417: What do you do every night for 417 days?

“You didn’t lie this time?

So that means you lied before?” Song Yuwei asked lightly.

Qin Han rolled his eyes helplessly.

Do all women think in such a unique way?

But it did seem to be true.

For example, when you compliment a woman saying she looks beautiful today, she might ask you if she wasn’t beautiful before.

If you say she was beautiful before, she might then ask, “So what’s beautiful about me today?”

Don’t think this is just some women being dramatic, almost all women are like this, only a few are not!

“I don’t think I’ve ever lied to you,” Qin Han said lightly.

A text message arrived on the phone, and after looking at it, Qin Han said with a smile,

“Let’s go!

The person Ming Xizhi sent to pick us up is already downstairs.”

Ming Xizhi was probably anxious at home by now, right?

Hearing this, Song Yuwei nodded slightly.

Compared to bickering and joking around, serious matters were more important.

Although this woman clearly seemed to be picking a quarrel, Song Yuwei knew where to draw the line.

A smart woman always knows when to act coy and when to get angry.

And foolish women often act coy or get angry at the most inappropriate times.

The former attracts love and care, while the latter leads to annoyance and eventually drives people apart.

Then there’s the type who doesn’t know how to interact with others, and in the end pretends to be the victim.

That’s really acting!

When the two held hands and arrived downstairs at the hotel, the car sent by Ming Xizhi was already waiting there.

Seeing them come out, the driver got out and opened the car door for them.

As soon as Qin Han got into the car, Ming Xizhi’s call came through again asking if they had already gotten into the car.

That same old saying, everyone else in the Central Plains had to hold Ming Xizhi in high regard, but he had to hold Qin Han in high regard.

In the car, Qin Han glanced at the driver and said lightly, “Is it you?”

“Yes, Mr.

Qin, you have a good memory!” the driver said with a smile.

Qin Han waved his hand and said, “My memory is okay, but I remember you are a military officer who leads troops, so why are you playing the role of a driver now?”

“Sending someone else over, Master Ming wouldn’t be at ease.

Knowing that I’ve had contact with Mr.

Qin, he sent me.

Today is the old master’s birthday, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to wear a military uniform,” the officer explained.

Qin Han nodded and said no more, then he told Song Yuwei that it was this military officer who had transported him the last time when Old Master Ming was critically ill, and during the Chen family incident afterward.

Song Yuwei politely greeted the officer.

“Mr.

Qin, thank you!” a moment later, the driving officer suddenly spoke up.

Qin Han, somewhat surprised, asked, “Thank me for what?”

“Thank you for your hemostatic powder.

It can save many lives in the military!” the officer said earnestly.

“I am a doctor, it’s all in a day’s work.

No need for thanks!” Qin Han said lightly.

The officer glanced at Qin Han through the rearview mirror and said somewhat sheepishly, “Mr.

Qin…”

Seeing the officer’s demeanor, Qin Han said lightly, “If you have something to say, just say it.

I’m not a politician like Ming Xizhi with a big ego!”

The officer smiled bitterly upon hearing this, guessing that the only people who would dare say this about Ming Xizhi were Elder Master Ming and Qin Han.

“Mr.

Qin, could you go to the military department to serve as our instructor?” the officer asked cautiously.

Qin Han thought for a moment and said, “That might be not possible.”

The officer likely wanted Qin Han to teach them some martial arts techniques after witnessing his martial arts skills the last time and through their subsequent interactions, knowing that it was very difficult to invite a martial artist.

Moreover, the most important point was that martial artists from other families might not genuinely teach you, as each martial artist’s techniques were their secrets.

However, the officer always felt, for some reason, that if Qin Han agreed, he would definitely impart something substantial to them.

A look of disappointment appeared on the officer’s face.

Yes, he had been somewhat presumptuous.

Mr.

Qin’s primary job was a doctor, and he must be very busy with that.

Furthermore, asking Mr.

Qin to teach martial arts was indeed asking too much of him.

Seeing the officer’s expression, Qin Han spoke, “Teaching regularly is out of question, but I could visit occasionally!

Let Ming Xizhi arrange it when the time comes!”

For these soldiers who had thrown their heads and shed their blood for the nation and the people, Qin Han would never be stingy with his martial arts skills.

His reluctance to serve as a regular instructor was firstly because he was naturally lazy and secondly, he did not want to get too involved with politicians—even in the military, where it was people who commanded!

“Really?

Thank you so much, Mr.

Qin!” the officer said, unable to conceal the excitement on his face.

Qin Han smiled and nodded, saying, “Drive quickly, or your boss Ming will be hurrying us again!”

“Yes, sir!”

Upon arriving at the Ming family’s private estate, many luxury cars were already parked at the front, indicating that many had come to celebrate Elder Master Ming’s birthday.

Of course, this was also because Ming Xizhi had not made a big fuss over the arrangements—if he had really wanted to, considering Elder Master Ming’s status, the cars would have filled the street, and gifts would have piled up.

Besides, Ming Xizhi was currently rising rapidly in his political career, with notable accomplishments and governance in the Central Plains area.

Therefore, one could imagine that those who could attend were very close to the Ming family, and evidently, Qin Han was considered among this group.

Seeing the figures of Qin Han and Song Yuwei appear, Ming Xizhi finally relaxed and said with a bit of annoyance, “You really can sleep in.

What time do you think it is now?

And who knows what you get up to every night?”

Upon hearing Ming Xizhi’s words, Song Yuwei remembered the madness of the previous night, and her cheeks tinged with red.

Who was Ming Xizhi?

Pulling even one of his eyebrow hairs would reveal nothing, and seeing Song Yuwei’s blush, how could he not know what had happened the previous night?

Coupling it with his own earlier words, he looked at Qin Han and smiled meaningfully.

“I haven’t kept you waiting, have I?” Qin Han arched an eyebrow as he spoke.

The guards next to Ming Xizhi also showed deep respect when they saw Qin Han and said, “Good to see you, Mr.

Qin!”

Qin Han nodded in response, a form of returning the greeting, though he did not know this person—likely someone like the officer he had met before, who recognized him.

Qin Han might not have had much of an impression of the man, but those who had seen Qin Han generally found him unforgettable.

Song Yuwei felt the same way, there was an indescribable charisma about Qin Han that was captivating, catching one’s gaze and not easily forgotten.

Moreover, over the recent period, this sensation had been growing stronger for Song Yuwei.

In fact, this was due to Qin Han’s recent improvement in his cultivation, becoming increasingly transcendent.

Qin Han was not only a martial artist but also a doctor, with martial artists tending towards being profound and inscrutable as they advanced, whereas doctors tended towards an otherworldly transcendence as they improved.

Ming Xizhi led Qin Han and Song Yuwei further inside.