Medical Disputes

Qin Mo did not retaliate; on the contrary, he opened for business as usual the next day.

This time, Qin Mo personally oversaw the operation, and by noon, he discovered the informant Qin Xiaoyao had mentioned.

Qin Mo didn't let the person Qin Xiaoyao captured yesterday go back; instead, he sent Yang Tianrui with his men to take him away.

They couldn't get in touch with anyone at Tailin Medical Clinic, and seeing that everything was fine there, they definitely couldn't hold back any longer.

Sure enough, trouble came knocking at noon.

Noon is the busiest time at the clinic, and suddenly a group of people arrived.

There were men, women, young and old, but the focus was on a middle-aged man who was carried over on a stretcher.

When he was carried over, nothing was visible on his face; he just kept clutching his stomach and wailing.

His face was flushed, and his lips were pale.

A middle-aged woman of similar age was ahead of him, and she started crying and wailing before they even reached the entrance of Baolin Hall.

"Everyone, come and see! This shady clinic almost killed my husband!"

"He was perfectly fine, but he came to you for a minor ailment. Not only did he not get better, but he also became seriously ill after returning home yesterday."

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm lying here and not leaving!"

Hearing someone wailing, all the patients and their families in the lobby craned their necks to see what was going on.

Qin Mo looked up and saw the group of people enter the lobby and place the patient directly in the center of the lobby.

Hearing the commotion, Cui Ruiling and Qin Xiaoyao hurriedly came out from inside.

"Brother Qin, this..." Cui Ruiling hurriedly asked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo shook his head, signaling them to calm down: "Let's see what they're up to."

"Where's Qin Mo? Who is Qin Mo? Show yourself!"

As soon as the patient was put down, several burly men in their early twenties started shouting.

One of them had a buzz cut, was over 1.8 meters tall, and had a scar on his face; he looked like a tough guy.

He burst in and started yelling, "What's wrong with this lousy clinic? My dad was perfectly healthy, just had a minor cold, and you almost killed him!"

"Get that quack doctor Qin Mo out here!"

The young man who came in with him started smashing things without saying a word.

They smashed all the chairs and tables in the clinic.

Some well-meaning patients tried to stop them, but were threatened by one of them.

"What? He's almost killed my brother's father, and you're still defending him? Are you accomplices?!"

When the patient saw that the man on the stretcher was barely breathing, and seeing the menacing aura emanating from these young men, no one dared to interfere.

Seeing that they were threatening the other patients, Qin Mo stopped Cui Pu, who was about to start cursing, and stepped forward himself.

"I am Qin Mo. What do you need me for?"

"You're Qin Mo?"

The young man with the buzz cut looked Qin Mo up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

They seemed surprised that Qin Mo was so young.

However, he quickly changed his expression to one of anger.

"Good, good, you still dare to stand up. At least you have some conscience."

"Look for yourself. My dad came to see you yesterday, and you prescribed a dose of medicine, saying that three doses would definitely be effective."

"But what about now? My dad has become critically ill after just one dose."

"There must be something wrong with your medicine!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Ruiling's pretty face flushed slightly with anger, and she couldn't help but say:

"How can you be so sure that your father's illness was caused by taking our medicine?"

"And since he is critically ill, instead of taking him to the hospital first, you come here to cause trouble."

"I think you're the suspicious ones."

Although she has a gentle nature and speaks slowly.

However, he is very perceptive and can be quite temperamental at crucial moments.

Her reminder prompted the other patients to chime in.

"Yes, look how much pain your dad is in. Instead of taking him to a big hospital for treatment, you came here specifically to cause trouble?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, they're not even pretending to be fighting over medical disputes anymore."

"Of course! I have a feeling they'd love for Father to die at Baolin Hall!"

Most of the patients who come here are neighbors. Recently, Baolintang's reputation for good quality and low prices has spread, attracting many more people to come here.

Many of them had witnessed Qin Mo's medical skills firsthand, so they didn't quite believe the man with the flat-top haircut.

The man with the flat top never expected that his statement would not provoke public outrage.

His face looked somewhat embarrassed, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "Stop rambling on!"

"If I take my dad to a big hospital and he gets better, who will be responsible?"

"We've already tried other places. What if Baolintang changes its mind and denies everything?"

"In short, my dad has health problems now, and your Baolintang needs to take responsibility, otherwise... I'll call the police!"

Seeing his shameless act, the Cui family grandfather and grandson were furious.

But there's nothing we can do about them.

This middle-aged man did indeed come to Baolintang for treatment yesterday.

It was just a common cold at the time, and it wasn't Qin Mo who treated him, but Cui Pu.

The other person started shouting Qin Mo's name as soon as they entered, clearly indicating they were there for him.

But the medical records are there, and their commotion won't do Baolintang or Qin Mo any good for their reputation.

Qin Mo stopped the Cui grandfather and grandson from arguing and said to the man with the crew cut:

"In that case, let me see the patient first."

He was about to check on the middle-aged man when he was stopped by the man with the crew cut and his men.

"What are you doing? Get back here!"

Qin Mo didn't back down, quietly looking at him: "Didn't you say your father was almost killed by my treatment? Since you're convinced it's my fault, surely it's alright for me to check on the situation?"

Cui Pu also shouted, "That's right! You won't even let him see! How are we supposed to know what's wrong with your dad? What if he's just faking it?"

The patients watching nearby chimed in, saying that if they wouldn't let people see, they were just being cowardly.

The man with the crew cut shouted angrily, "You quack! What kind of illness can someone so young treat?"

"I think you're just trying to take this opportunity to destroy evidence!"

Qin Mo smiled calmly: "What evidence could I possibly destroy? You yourself said I'm just a quack doctor."

"Since he's a quack, I'll just take a look at your dad. He can't just get better like this."

"The biggest evidence is your father, isn't it? Would I kill someone to their face?"

The man with the crew cut didn't expect him to be so calm, and his words left the man speechless.

With so many people watching, if he continued to stop them, it would seem like he had a guilty conscience.

At this moment, the old woman who was in charge of wailing suddenly came up and whispered a few words to the man with the crew cut.

So, the man with the crew cut rolled his eyes and agreed.

"Fine, since you insist on being stubborn, then I'll show you."

"However, if my dad notices anything wrong... hmph!"

Qin Mo seemed oblivious to their subtle actions and stepped forward on his own.

"Let me take your pulse first."

He glanced at the man on the stretcher and reached out to check the latter's pulse.

However, just as he touched the middle-aged man's wrist, the man, who had been rolling around clutching his stomach, suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted!