Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 470 - 470 470 From Rational to Ruthless

470: Chapter 470: From Rational to Ruthless 470: Chapter 470: From Rational to Ruthless “Hello, Dr.

Qin, my name is Quinn Charles, and that’s my father lying in the hospital,” Quinn Charles said to Qin Han in broken Xia Language!

Here he comes!

Qin Han thought to himself.

Qin Han’s brow furrowed as he looked at the man and asked indifferently, “What can I do for you?

If you want to inquire about your father’s condition, you can ask Little Charles!”

“I would like to discuss something with Dr.

Qin,” Quinn Charles said!

Qin Han let out a faint smile, his lips curled with a hint of playfulness, “Discuss what?”

“I hope Dr.

Qin won’t cure the old man, I can pay double what Little Charles is paying,” Quinn Charles said with a smile as he looked at Qin Han!

Qin Han shook his head inwardly and sighed.

The world was just like this.

The family struggles, the tilting of interests—it could often be so cruel.

Even if the one on the hospital bed was his father, that didn’t make him an exception.

Because only with old Charles’s death could he gain the greatest benefits.

If old Charles were to live, he would certainly not get what he wanted.

Even if the person he had to fight was his own younger brother, he wouldn’t hold back.

“Doesn’t it bother you to do this to your father?” Qin Han asked indifferently.

A smile appeared on Quinn Charles’s face as he said, “My father’s body is already in critical condition, and in fact, he is suffering from his illness every day.

Even without the struggle for interests, I wouldn’t want my father to suffer anymore!”

“So, you want me to kill your father?” Qin Han asked indifferently.

Quinn Charles hastily waved his hands and said, “No, no, no, Dr.

Qin, you got it wrong, not treating my father doesn’t mean killing him!

On the contrary, I think you are like an angel to my father in his old age!”

“Heh!” Qin Han laughed scornfully, utterly failing to understand Quinn Charles’s words.

“You might think I’m heartless, but you haven’t seen the pain my father endures being paralyzed in a wheelchair,” Quinn Charles said indifferently.

“So, it’s up to Little Charles alone to take on this responsibility?

While you’re thinking about how to let your father die,” Qin Han said calmly, not minding the few bodyguards who had gotten out of the car and were staring at him with anger.

“The idea that children owe their parents responsibility is fundamentally wrong!

It seems like Little Charles is fulfilling a son’s duties, but that’s just a blood relation’s nature.

If the good reputation of filial piety is based on the premise of my father’s suffering and dignity, I really wonder if that can truly be considered filial piety,” Quinn Charles said as he lit a cigarette, speaking softly.

To Qin Han, Quinn Charles suddenly seemed cold and heartless, yet some of his words seemed to make sense.

“I disagree with your view.

As children, it is right for you to take care of your father in his old age—’raising children for the care of one’s old age,” Qin Han said faintly.

Quinn Charles quietly looked at Qin Han, then turned his eyes to the sky, before saying, “If it’s about raising children for the care of one’s old age, then don’t say parental love is great, because that’s entirely about quid pro quo, an early investment at that!”

Qin Han felt that he could not continue the conversation with Quinn Charles, whose rationality bordered on heartlessness.

If what he said was true, then his actions tonight were indeed beyond reproach.

And yet, there were interests involved.

“So, you poisoned your father, trying to kill him?” Qin Han asked lightly.

Quinn Charles was startled upon hearing this, his face no longer able to maintain its calm expression, and he said urgently, “What did you say?

My father has been poisoned?”

As Qin Han looked at Quinn Charles, he was somewhat surprised.

From their conversation just now, he had assumed that the poisoner was Quinn Charles, who, driven by a diseased mind and a longing for the family’s interests, would poison his own father.

But now, it seemed he might have been wrong.

“Can the poison in my father be cured?

After it’s cured, can he return to being a normal person?” Quinn Charles asked indifferently after a brief shock.

Qin Han shook his head and said, “I can’t be sure, I can only try my best!”

“Then let’s not try.

The terms I mentioned before remain unchanged,” Quinn Charles said with a smile, seemingly discussing not his father’s life and death but merely a transaction.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I cannot agree to that.

I am a doctor, and he is my patient,” Qin Han said to Quinn Charles with a distant tone!

“I have no desire to get involved in the Charles family’s struggles.

If you want him dead, you can go assassinate him, use any means you want, but don’t try anything with me,” Qin Han said indifferently!

He really thought Qin Han was a fool.

If he agreed, setting aside whether he could gain any benefits, once the elder Charles died, he would surely become the scapegoat.

It would ruin not just his reputation but also unnecessarily provoke an enemy.

To use such schemes on the worldly Qin Han was far too clumsy.

Qin Han looked at Quinn Charles with a hint of irony and then got straight into his car and drove away.

And all this time, Quinn Charles did not try to stop him, allowing Qin Han to depart.

However, at that moment, Quinn Charles was also harboring a question in his heart: who really poisoned his father?

“It’s always like this with you people.

You won’t cooperate when asked nicely.

It seems this Dr.

Qin needs to suffer a bit before he’ll agree,” Quinn Charles said to himself as he watched Qin Han’s car drive away with a cold laugh.

Little did he know that this decision was sounding his own death knell.

Soon, Qin Han’s car arrived at the entrance of Qingshi Wangfei, where Song Yuwei’s figure was already waiting.

It was clear from her demeanor that Song Yuwei was in a good mood, her not-exceptionally-beautiful face nonetheless brimming with happiness.

To Song Yuwei, even though she was the CEO of Qingshi Wangfei, she still found the notion of her man picking her up from work each day to be a source of great happiness.

Looking at the smiling Song Yuwei, Qin Han couldn’t help but reveal a hint of a smile himself.

Indeed, Song Yuwei did not possess Ji Chu Fei’s peerless beauty nor the kind of charm that could topple cities and nations with a smile.

But Song Yuwei’s beauty was the kind that delighted the heart and soul, a beauty not easily forgotten, a beauty that constantly evoked a sense of tenderness.

“What’s so funny?” Qin Han asked, smiling at Song Yuwei.

“The deal for the land is settled, how can I not be happy?” Song Yuwei giggled.

Then she extended her delicate hand in front of Qin Han and said with a laugh, “Hand it over.”

Hearing this, Qin Han could only obediently take a cheque out of his pocket and give it to Song Yuwei.

With a smug chuckle, Song Yuwei then planted a firm kiss on Qin Han’s face, “Thank you, hubby!”