“Interesting. What if I insist on killing him today? Will you open fire here?” Gu Baiyi asked Song Qingzhou.
Whoosh!
Ten plus gun barrels simultaneously pointed at him.
Song Qingzhou’s face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot as he said in a deep voice, “Feel free to try.”
Gu Baiyi was naturally not afraid of those ten plus guns.
However, judging by Song Qingzhou’s stance, he knew he was a government man. Although the Old School Society had some government backing, it was not an official government organization, so they couldn’t openly conflict with the government.
Those wielding clubs and hatchets were clearly from the underworld.
The fact that he could get these two groups, from completely different camps, to protect him together was indeed quite impressive. Well then, he would spare him for now. After taking his palm strike, Xiao Shun wouldn’t live long anyway, Gu Baiyi thought.
“Let’s go.”
The high-ranking members of the Old School Society breathed a sigh of relief. Although Yang Zinuo was dissatisfied, she had to comply since Gu Baiyi had spoken. She glanced at Xiao Shun and Song Linger with a chilly look, snorted lightly, and followed Gu Baiyi off the scene.
Perhaps it was because their tense nerves had suddenly relaxed, both Xiao Shun and Song Linger fainted.
Song Qingzhou quickly stepped forward to pick up Song Linger, not caring about the gazes of others. With tears streaming down his aged face, he cried out, “Linger, wake up, Daddy is here.”
“Take her to the hospital quickly.” Someone reminded him. Song Qingzhou came back to his senses and hurriedly carried Song Linger out.
Duan Jia lifted Xiao Shun and followed Song Qingzhou outside.
Bamboo Garden.
After having dinner, Wang Ye took a brief rest in the courtyard. Just as he was about to retire for the night, Cao Yuande arrived with a heavy look on his face.
“Master, Xiao Shun is injured.”
“Oh? Is it serious?” Wang Ye asked, his brow furrowed.
“The news just came in, it’s very serious, he’s still in the city hospital for emergency treatment,” Cao Yuande replied, frowning.
“How could this happen…” Wang Ye expressed surprise.
“Prepare the car immediately, we’re going to the hospital.”
Cao Yuande agreed and hurried off to prepare the car.
Wang Ye quickly returned to his room to change his clothes.
Shortly after, for the first time in over half a year, he stepped out of the gates of Bamboo Garden and got into a black Mercedes-Benz business car, heading in the direction of the hospital under the cover of darkness.
The next day.
City Hospital.
Qin Guangyuan had just returned to the capital from a conference in the south the day before. That night, he received a call from Hospital Director Wan Jitong asking for help, saying that there was a difficult case in the hospital that they hoped he could help with.
Having often attended government events together, he was familiar with Wan Jitong and immediately agreed to come. Early the next morning, he arrived, accompanied by his assistant and disciple, a young man in his thirties named Wei Yang.
“Mr. Qin, it’s been a while. You look as healthy as ever.”
In the director’s office, Wan Jitong greeted Qin Guangyuan warmly as soon as he saw him.
“Dr. Wan, there’s no need for formalities. Take me to see the patient.”
Qin Guangyuan was much more amiable than Wang Ye, and had many friends as a result.
“Good, let’s go to the intensive care unit on the fifth floor. It’s great that you could come.”
As they left the office and headed to the fifth floor, Wan Jitong gave a brief overview of the patient’s condition.
“You can’t find the cause of the illness?” Qin Guangyuan asked, surprised.
“If even you can’t find the cause, that would be strange.”
After that, he suddenly thought of the villagers he had met in Stillwater who had been poisoned. At the time, they also couldn’t find the cause of the illness. He wondered, could it be the same reason?
Without seeing the patient, it was just a passing thought.
“Exactly, that’s why we were so desperate to have you come. We know you just got back from out of town and haven’t had a chance to rest properly, but the patient’s condition is just too strange and critical,” Wan Jitong complimented.
“You, don’t flatter me. I may not be able to cure the illness that you all can’t,” Qin Guangyuan said, laughing.
“We are doing our best. If it doesn’t work, it’s just not meant to be,” sighed Wan Jitong.
“Has my granddaughter been causing you any trouble?” Qin Guangyuan asked.
“What are you talking about? Doctor Qin Zhiyu is now the backbone of our traditional medical department. How could she cause me trouble? Besides, having her is like having a flower in our hospital,” Wan Jitong said, laughing heartily.
As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the intensive care unit on the fifth floor.
At first glance, he saw a burly middle-aged man with a firm facial line and a serious expression, standing at the door of the intensive care unit.
The aura he exuded was extraordinary, giving people an inexplicable sense of pressure. This man was Nie Jiuchong, Master of the Southeast Headquarters of the Old School Society.
The patient Wan Jitong was referring to was naturally Nie Yue.
Nie Jiuchong’s identity was sensitive, and his presence in the capital was even more sensitive, so he used a pseudonym here, Nie Wenkang.
“This is Mr. Nie Wenkang, the patient’s father.”
Wan Jitong introduced Qin Guangyuan, who nodded and acknowledged him.
“This is Mr. Qin, widely known as a titan of traditional medicine.”
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Qin. Please examine my son’s illness quickly. As long as he can be cured, I am willing to pay whatever it costs.” Nie Jiuchong extended his hand.
Qin Guangyuan shook his hand: “Show me your son, I will do my best.”
Upon entering the intensive care unit, they saw Nie Yue lying on the hospital bed. He was emaciated, his skin was dry, and his veins were clearly visible. He looked like an old man on the brink of death, a terrifying sight.
Qin Guangyuan sat down by the bed and first took his pulse. The pulse was weak and feeble, clearly indicating that his life was hanging by a thread.
“Was he injured by someone?” After diagnosing, he turned and asked Nie Jiuchong.
“Yes,” Nie Jiuchong responded.
“Has Mr. Qin figured out what happened?”
Shaking his head, Qin Guangyuan expressed difficulty: “Your son’s condition seems not a result of a fight, but rather he might have been poisoned. But I am not certain. It would be great if my master were here.”
“Your… master?” Wan Jitong asked, surprised.
Considering Qin Guangyuan’s age, if he still had a master, the master must be over a hundred years old, almost like an old demon.
Qin Guangyuan waved his hand, not wanting to continue on this topic.
He vividly remembered the temporary method to suppress the poison taught to him by Xiao Shun. However, he wasn’t sure if it would work on Nie Yue, as he didn’t know much about poison.
“Some time ago, I encountered a patient poisoned similar to him. An expert taught me some methods to suppress the poison. I’m not sure if it will work on him, but I think we can try. If it works, it means he indeed got poisoned. Then I will try to invite my master to diagnose him personally.” Qin Guangyuan looked at Nie Jiuchong as if seeking his opinion, as he was not very confident himself.