Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 532 - 532 532 The Well-fed Man Does Not Know the Hungry Man's Hunger

532: Chapter 532: The Well-fed Man Does Not Know the Hungry Man’s Hunger 532: Chapter 532: The Well-fed Man Does Not Know the Hungry Man’s Hunger “So, will you ever change your wife?” Song Yuwei asked Qin Han with a raised eyebrow.

At her words, Qin Han gave a helpless smile and said, “What are you talking about?

With such a beautiful woman as flower-like and jade-like as you, why would I ever want to change my wife?”

“But I will get old one day!” Song Yuwei pouted.

“You talk as if I won’t get old.

Do you think you married an immortal?” Qin Han said with a laugh.

“What if you lose interest in me later on?” Song Yuwei turned to glance at Qin Han, her eyes shy.

Hearing Song Yuwei’s words, Qin Han chuckled, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered softly, “If I ever liked a toy, I would never get tired of it in this lifetime…”

“Stop it!

You’re the toy!” Song Yuwei playfully scolded, giving Qin Han a sultry look.

But the very next second, Song Yuwei let out a yelp; she discovered Qin Han’s hands had already started to wander…

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful…

The next day, Qin Han woke up early, intending to leave quietly, but just as he got up, Song Yuwei hugged him from behind and her lazy voice came from behind, “Come back early!”

“Hmm!” Qin Han smiled and gently turned around to give Song Yuwei a kiss on the face.

At this moment, Miss Song hadn’t even opened her eyes and had actually fallen asleep on Qin Han’s body.

Looking at the charmingly naive Song Yuwei, Qin Han’s eyes were full of tenderness.

He slowly laid Song Yuwei down and tenderly covered her with the quilt before turning around and leaving the room.

Outside Heavenly Dao Suite One, Ding Pulan had been waiting for a long time.

After picking up Wang Pingchuan, Qin Han introduced Wang Pingchuan to Ding Pulan.

Hearing that Wang Pingchuan was a fortune-teller, Ding Pulan’s eyes were full of surprise as she said, “I’ve heard the elders talk about fortune-tellers before, but meeting one is all down to luck!

I always thought it was just a legend, but now I’ve actually met a real fortune-teller!”

Wang Pingchuan, too, had an air of a hermit, and said indifferently, “The line of fortune-tellers has always existed, it’s just that we are very choosy about our encounters due to our firm and decisive predictions.

Moreover, the population of the fortune-tellers is dwindling, which is why it seems like we have vanished.”

“I see, would Mr.

Wang be willing to read for the Ding family?” Ding Pulan asked with sparkling eyes.

Wang Pingchuan smiled meaningfully and said, “Miss Ding, your family and I have no connection at the moment, but who knows, if the fate arrives in the future, I might be able to take a look!”

Upon hearing this, Ding Pulan nodded with a smile and said, “Okay!”

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, he can’t change his habit of being cryptic.

Aren’t you fortune-tellers always walking the streets, ready to lend a hand whenever there’s trouble?” Qin Han said with a hint of annoyance.

Wang Pingchuan gave Qin Han a sidelong glance and said through clenched teeth, “Do you feel like I stole your thunder and deliberately sabotage my image?”

“Do I need to sabotage your image?

Even if I said nothing, I reckon you wouldn’t make it to the airport before revealing your true colors.”

Dugu Wushang watched the two bickering with a smile creeping onto his lips, thinking how unexpected it was to see this side of Mr.

Qin.

Indeed, Qin Han’s detachment was selective, he never repressed his emotions around his own people.

With that, Wang Pingchuan dropped the pretense of being an extraordinary person and said with a smile to Ding Pulan, “Your Ding family is now thriving, you don’t need to worry about a thing.”

“But my great-grandfather…” Ding Pulan started to speak but was interrupted by Wang Pingchuan, “Your great-grandfather’s issue, no one can help him.

He has to resolve it himself!”

“Okay then,” Ding Pulan said, disappointed.

“Miss Ding need not worry about this matter, things will be satisfactorily resolved on this trip.

In one’s life, who doesn’t make a mistake?” Wang Pingchuan said with a smile.

“Mr.

Wang, do you know something?” Ding Pulan’s eyes brightened as she asked eagerly.

“The secret of heaven cannot be revealed!” Wang Pingchuan replied with a mysterious smile.

Qin Han glanced at Ding Pulan and said indifferently, “Don’t bother asking.

If he wants to tell, he’ll do so without being asked, and if he doesn’t, asking is useless.

Why satisfy his vanity?”

“Hey, that’s too much!

A full man does not understand the plight of the hungry.

You’re married, and I’m still single!” Wang Pingchuan blurted out upon hearing this.

Upon hearing Wang Pingchuan’s words, Ding Pulan’s face turned red, as her keen mind had easily caught the implications of his words.

Seeing this, Wang Pingchuan realized his slip of the tongue and quickly turned away, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Zhongzhou Airport.

Gazing at the private jet before him, Wang Pingchuan exclaimed, “You wealthy people have it good!

Traveling in private jets and all.”

“Mr.

Wang is joking,” Ding Pulan replied with a smile.

“The company acquired it for the convenience of transporting clients.

We rarely use it for personal trips.

But since Mr.

Qin is the Ding family’s most honored guest, we had to go with the highest standard.

Moreover, the Ding family’s security team is accompanying us this time, making commercial flights somewhat inconvenient.”

“Your face really carries weight, huh?

If I ever have kids, I’m definitely having them learn medicine from you!” Wang Pingchuan shook his head and said once again.

“Stop flattering me!” Qin Han replied indifferently, then turned back to look at Ding Pulan behind him.

Qin Han naturally understood what Ding Pulan meant by ‘inconvenient.’ He estimated that the so-called security team’s capabilities were probably on par with mercenaries, and they would naturally carry weapons.

It seemed that Ding Pulan was very concerned about the elder of the Ding family and had made meticulous preparations.

Once they boarded the plane and sat down, Qin Han took out an ancient book and began to flip through it.

“Are you actually planning to read?” Wang Pingchuan asked in surprise as he watched Qin Han opposite him take out the book.

“What else?” Qin Han glanced at Wang Pingchuan as he spoke.

“Who reads books nowadays?

Everything’s solved with a smartphone.

I wouldn’t have thought you to be so old-fashioned.

You can’t be older than me, right?” Wang Pingchuan said, staring at Qin Han with a look of astonishment as if he’d seen one of the world’s wonders.

“Although you can read lots of books on a smartphone, there’s a big difference compared to reading physical books.

You wouldn’t understand!” Qin Han stated coolly.

“Alright then!” Wang Pingchuan said, appearing resigned.

Wang Pingchuan then turned his gaze to Dugu Wushang, who was busy polishing a Tang sword as if caressing a loved one.

“Brother, do you sleep with your sword every night?” Wang Pingchuan teased with a smile.

Although he made the comment in jest, he didn’t expect Dugu Wushang to seriously nod and reply, “Yes.”

“You actually sleep with your sword?

Are you afraid of losing it?” Wang Pingchuan asked in surprise.

“It is to comprehend Heavenly Dao,” Dugu Wushang said with a profound look in his eyes.

“Unity of Heaven and Man!” Qin Han added from the side.

“You wouldn’t understand Wushang’s achievements with the sword.

For him, the sword is a part of his life!

That is how a true swordsman should be!”

“Thank you for the acknowledgment, Mr.

Qin,” Dugu Wushang said, nodding slightly at Qin Han.

“You two really are…” Wang Pingchuan commented, somewhat at a loss for words.

In his view, life being so short, one should pursue enjoyment.

With the way Qin Han and Dugu Wushang approached life, what pleasure was there to be had?

Giving Wang Pingchuan a glance, Qin Han replied lightly, “How do you know what joy fish have?”

“Forget it, I don’t want to know what makes you happy.

Flying with you two is just unbearably boring!”

Answering Wang Pingchuan’s lament were the silences of the two men—one lowered his head to continue reading, while the other sheathed his Tang sword and slowly closed his eyes.