Chapter 20: Save My Son!

Bang.

The door shut. Ling Qiu’s expression was icy. “Are you out of your mind?”

At this moment, Wu Suowei’s attitude toward Ling Qiu had undergone a complete reversal. He grinned and said, “Heh, brother, I noticed your relationship with that young lady isn’t ordinary, right? This is your first time meeting your future mother-in-law, so I thought I’d help you out a bit. I’m telling you, earning favor with your mother-in-law starts from the tiniest details—being an anonymous good guy won’t do.”

Ling Qiu: ?????

This doctor named Wu Suowei… there was something strange about him.

By all logic, after having his pride challenged, he should’ve stormed off in a huff, right? Instead, he was trying to cozy up to him.

“Brother, I know what you’re thinking. Me? I’m not just smart—I’m magnanimous. I don’t care who you are; as long as you’re impressive, I respect you! I don’t hate you at all—in fact, I admire you. Just now… how did you do that?”

Wu Suowei was a little excited. “All I saw was you placing your hand on the patient’s abdomen, and then she woke up… Are you, perhaps, the heir of some mysterious family of traditional medicine?”

Ling Qiu fell silent.

Faced with someone like this, Ling Qiu couldn’t even summon his usual temper.

Moreover, the reason he hadn’t swatted Wu Suowei away like the other annoying pests was… the moment Ling Qiu laid eyes on him, he noticed a rare aura of good fortune.

Such an aura came only from countless acts of kindness, from saving innumerable lives.

Ling Qiu had always refrained from being harsh with people like this.

“Don’t want to talk? No problem! I won’t ask anymore!” Wu Suowei straightened his collar and grinned. “Brother, I really admire you. Your name is Ling Qiu, right? Let’s be friends.”

He reached out his hand.

Ling Qiu, unwilling to deal with this slightly deranged Wu Suowei, turned to leave.

Wu Suowei darted in front of him. “Brother, don’t go! I mean it—I admire you! If you think I’m not worthy to be your brother, put your mind at ease! Don’t be fooled by my being a doctor—my family is distinguished, the Wu clan has a thousand-year legacy in traditional medicine. Many tycoons and magnates bow respectfully to the old master in our family.”

“Besides, I’m quite skilled myself! My medical expertise isn’t quite miraculous, but I dabble in all fields: gynecology, andrology, neurology! Obstetrics, brain surgery, abdominal surgery—I’m proficient in them all! Oh, and my circumcision technique is world-class!”

“By the way, brother, you look young—have you been circumcised? Come to me! I’ll do it for free! There are packages available!”

“…You’re insane.”

Honestly, Ling Qiu was nearly laughing out loud.

He never expected there could be such a clownish person in the world.

“Haha, that’s right! I am crazy—my father loves to say I’m crazy!”

Then, realizing what he’d said, Wu Suowei quickly clarified, “Oh, don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying you’re my father. I just want to be friends and brothers with you—not make you my dad!”

Ling Qiu: …

Wu Suowei extended his hand again. “Brother! How about this—I feel like we really hit it off! I’m twenty-eight, definitely older than you!—You call me big brother, I’ll teach you circumcision. Not very guaranteed, but certainly skilled!”

To be honest, as the reborn Lord of the Underworld, Ling Qiu’s calm exterior masked a constant, innate aura of menace.

But…

Curiously, after Wu Suowei’s barrage of jokes, much of Ling Qiu’s inner darkness had dissipated, replaced by an urge to chuckle.

Tsk, come to think of it, having someone like this around… wouldn’t be so bad.

Plus, this guy was a doctor; he’d often be around people on the verge of death, likely encountering spirits and dark energies—which would be convenient for Ling Qiu.

After a brief pause, Ling Qiu asked, “You really want to be friends with me?”

“Of course!” Wu Suowei’s face lit up. “But… what position is ‘friendship’?”

Ling Qiu: …

“Hahaha! Just kidding! Brother, give me a smile, don’t always look so serious!”

Wu Suowei switched gears, “It’s settled, then! As for the medical bills, don’t worry about them, I’ll cover everything. Consider it my gift to our friendship.”

Just then, a flustered senior physician hurried down the corridor. “My goodness, Doctor Wu, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! So this is where you are!”

Wu Suowei blinked. “Doctor Li, what’s wrong?”

“No time to explain, hurry!” Doctor Li grabbed Wu Suowei, rushing him down the hall. “The young master Zheng Qian from Zheng Enterprises in the provincial capital was admitted last night. He was fine this morning, but at noon, for some reason, he suddenly fell unconscious! He’s in critical condition—you need to check on him right away!”

“Brother! I have to save someone, we’ll talk later!”

The clownish Wu Suowei left.

Ling Qiu’s brows rose slightly.

Zheng Qian?

Just then, Ling Qiu recalled the phone call from Song Ningxue.

So Zheng Qian had also been admitted to this hospital.

He smiled faintly and turned back into the ward.

…

Meanwhile.

Wu Suowei entered the ward and examined Zheng Qian, puzzled. “Strange, what’s going on today? Another case of internal bleeding.”

Zheng Qian’s father, Zheng Yuanbao, grabbed Wu Suowei’s arm. “Doctor! How is my son? Everyone knows you’re the best doctor in this hospital! You must have a way, right?”

Wu Suowei shook his head. “There is a way, but… your son is suffering internal bleeding, with multiple nerves in the brain being compressed. He needs a craniotomy. But… his condition is dire; the survival rate for the procedure is at most 3%.”

“What?!!”

Hearing this, Zheng Yuanbao’s face turned ashen.

He spun around and glared viciously at an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

That woman was none other than Song Ningxue.

“It’s all because of you!! My son only ended up like this because he had dinner with you last night!! If anything happens to him, your uncle and the Song family—none of you will live!! I’ll make your whole family follow my son to the grave!!”

Zheng Yuanbao’s eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. If not for others restraining him, he would have struck Song Ningxue.

Song Ningxue’s delicate brows furrowed. “Mr. Zheng, I understand how you feel right now. But your son lost consciousness because he tried to attack my student with a knife and slipped. You may not like hearing this, but I must say… he brought this upon himself!”

“You wretch!!”

Zheng Yuanbao roared, ready to pummel Song Ningxue.

At this moment, Song Ningxue’s parents and her uncle hurried forward to restrain him.

“Mr. Zheng! Please don’t be angry! Ningxue is young and thoughtless, she doesn’t know how to speak properly! She just meant that she would never harm your son… Ningxue! Hurry and apologize to Mr. Zheng!”

Her uncle scolded Song Ningxue.

Song Ningxue’s brow tightened; she refused to speak.

She wasn’t cold or heartless. Disgusting as Zheng Qian was, he was still a life; and even if the father was vile, his son dying would be painful for him. That was understandable.

Moreover…

If Zheng Qian really died, what would happen to Ling Qiu?

Zheng Qian had already regained consciousness that morning and explained everything, including Ling Qiu’s involvement. They had agreed that Ling Qiu would apologize and the matter would be settled. Who could have foreseen… Zheng Qian would suddenly fall into critical condition again!

“Enough! Arguing here won’t help!” Wu Suowei said impatiently. “You’re delaying the patient’s treatment. The situation is urgent—decide immediately if you want the surgery or not!”

“I… I…”

Zheng Yuanbao’s face was livid, his mind ablaze.

He wanted to decide quickly…

But a 3% chance of survival—this was pure gambling with fate!!

“Doctor! I have money! Whatever it costs, I’ll pay! Just save my son! Is there really no other way besides the craniotomy??”

Wu Suowei waved his hand. “It’s not about money! I told you, this is the only option. If you don’t trust me, find someone else… Wait!”

Suddenly, Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up and he slapped his forehead. “Right! How could I almost forget!”

“Doctor Wu! Do you have a solution?!”

Seeing Wu Suowei’s expression, Zheng Yuanbao clung to hope like a drowning man to a straw.

Wu Suowei nodded. “I don’t have one, but… maybe someone else does!”