Chapter Six: Don't Be Angry

“What could possibly be wrong with me, damn it, are you blind?” Chen Fan, unable to vent his rage elsewhere, unleashed his emotions onto the nurse Wu Rui standing before him.

Wu Rui had simply acted out of kindness, but after being met with such coldness, her heart chilled instantly. Her previous impression of Chen Fan had been rather favorable; she had even wondered, from time to time, whether she might have a passionate night with him. Now, that thought was utterly gone.

“Did you trip me? Huh?” Chen Fan roared. He had made a fool of himself; even Director Zhao, watching him, frowned in disapproval, believing Chen Fan had tarnished the hospital’s reputation. Unable to find the real culprit, Chen Fan could only vent his frustration on the weakest among them, Wu Rui.

“Doctor Chen, please don’t be angry. Let me help you. You’re bleeding so much from your mouth,” Wu Rui said, striving to maintain her good image, forcing herself to speak calmly to Chen Fan. She tried to take the gauze she carried in her bag to wipe the blood from his lips.

Yet Chen Fan shoved her away, causing Wu Rui to fall to the ground, rolling once and injuring her knee.

“Get lost, you jinx!” Chen Fan roared. “I’m a doctor. I know how to take care of myself.”

Director Zhao, seeing his bloodied mouth and fierce expression, was deeply disappointed. Zhao Qiang pointed at Chen Fan and said, “This is shameful! Doctor Chen, mind your image. Don’t disgrace our hospital. There’s no need for you to attend Mrs. Song’s consultation.”

With these words, he frowned and shook his head, preparing to leave.

At that moment, Zhao Cuihua squinted and patted Lu Hao’s shoulder, whispering, “Lu, was that your doing?”

Lu Hao turned, grinning, “Me? Sister Cuihua, don’t falsely accuse me. I’m a good man. That guy’s pure karma—he brought it on himself, haha.”

“You cheeky thing,” Zhao Cuihua tapped Lu Hao’s head with her finger, as if she were his wife. But inwardly, she was pleased; Chen Fan’s predatory gaze earlier had made her very uncomfortable.

Just then, a middle-aged man’s angry voice erupted from the doorway. “What are you people doing here? You let Miss Song wait so long—do you even want this hospital to stay open? Do you have any respect for your patients? Did you all flunk out of middle school before coming to work here?”

He was the security guard of Song Xueqi, heiress of the Song Group.

Outside, Director Zhao’s flustered voice responded, “Ms. Song, I’m terribly sorry. It wasn’t intentional. I was just checking on a patient and couldn’t get away. I asked your brother to go for the scan—did you have it done?”

At that moment, a beautifully dressed young woman entered, around twenty-three years old, eyes like autumn waters, lips as red as flame, brows delicate as distant mist. She wore a sheer black gown, carried the latest spring handbag from Hualun Tenu, her makeup and wavy wine-red hair exquisitely styled. Her legs were long, waist slender, and with black stockings from Paris and heels over ten centimeters high, she appeared tall, slender, and stunning.

She was the heiress of the Song Group and the elder sister of the young boy here for treatment.

“It’s all done. Here’s the X-ray, here’s the MRI, and these—” Song Xueqi spoke, signaling for her brother to be wheeled in. He lay on the emergency bed, his face dark and body purple, almost like a corpse.

“If my brother’s illness hadn’t struck suddenly, I wouldn’t have come to your place, but you keep wasting time!” she snapped. “Let me tell you, my brother is the future hope of Song Group. He’s here for a study tour. If anything happens to him, I’ll make your Minghui Hospital pay!”

Director Zhao patted his chest, promising, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll diagnose him personally. Nothing will go wrong here.”

He examined the reports carefully, growing more alarmed with each page. According to all the medical reports, the Song Group’s young master showed no signs of illness. Yet when he was brought in, his whole body was purple and his vital signs were deteriorating.

“This...”

“What is it?” Song Xueqi frowned at Director Zhao. “Is there a problem?”

Zhao Qiang coughed, unable to admit he had found nothing. “Miss Song, judging from our assessment, your brother is most likely poisoned. I’ll immediately administer sedatives and a large dose of antibiotic serum to save him.”

Song Xueqi’s anger flared. “What?” she demanded. “You say it’s poisoning? I think you’re all useless! Since my brother was admitted, you’ve been pumping him full of antibiotics. When will you stop?” she said furiously.

“Do you even know what’s wrong with him? Three days have passed! If my brother doesn’t wake up soon, I’ll arrange a transfer. The fury of Song Group will be yours to bear.”

Director Zhao hurriedly replied, “Miss Song, please rest assured. We’ll convene a full staff meeting to diagnose him for you—how does that sound?”

Song Xueqi barked, “This is your last chance. If you can’t cure my brother, if you keep delaying his treatment, I’ll ruin you.” She turned and waved to her security guard. “Let’s go.”

Her high heels clicked as she strode out.

Chen Fan, still furious, muttered under his breath as he watched her arrogance, “What’s so special about you? Are your patients the only ones who matter? Just rich, that’s all.”

He never expected that Lu Hao would use a secret technique from the Azure Dragon Legacy to amplify his muttered complaint, making his voice ring out loudly, harsh and grating, drawing everyone’s attention.

Sure enough, Song Xueqi, about to leave, suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her expression instantly turned stormy and vicious.

“Slap him!” she commanded.

Her two-meter-tall bodyguard, built like a bear, marched over to Zhao Qiang.

With a resounding smack, the bodyguard struck fiercely, generating a gust of wind. Chen Fan was about to explain, but the blow landed, knocking him to the ground, bone and flesh alike, sending him rolling three times.

“Ow!” Chen Fan cried out in agony.

He could scarcely believe that a single muttered complaint would be so loudly heard. It was as if the whole hospital had exploded in a shower of golden stars before his eyes.