Chapter 6760
He Hit Me
Zhang Haoran subconsciously rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
But everything remains the same.
His voice trembled, filled with fear and confusion, as he stammered.
"Mr. Wang... what's wrong with you...?"
Why would you bow so deeply to him?
"This, this is really hard for me to understand."
"shut up!"
Wang Maosheng suddenly turned his head.
His once kind face was now flushed red, like a ripe tomato.
He glared angrily at Zhang Haoran and shouted at him.
"How dare you lose your composure like this in front of Doctor Xiao! What kind of behavior is this!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the quiet corridor and making everyone's ears ring.
As he spoke, Wang Maosheng shakily pulled an antique sandalwood box from the pocket of his white coat.
The box looked very old; the patterns on it were already somewhat blurred.
But it exudes a mysterious and solemn aura.
He carefully opened the box.
Inside lay half a yellowed fragment of a medical text.
The tattered pages had become so fragile that they seemed to crumble at the slightest touch.
However, the writing on it is still clearly legible.
Wang Maosheng held the tattered page in both hands, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude, and spoke slowly.
"If it weren't for Doctor Xiao's guidance on this 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Formula'..."
"How could I possibly cure that commander's incurable illness!"
"That's a chronic ailment that has plagued the leader for many years, and many famous doctors have been unable to cure it."
"If it weren't for Doctor Xiao, I'm afraid I would have had regrets for the rest of my life."
Zhou Meilan had been watching coldly from the sidelines.
Upon hearing Wang Maosheng's words, he first widened his eyes, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
Then, she burst into a shrill laugh.
The laughter was sharp and unrestrained, echoing in the corridor and making people feel very uncomfortable.
The gold necklace on her chest jingled as she moved.
It made a crisp yet piercing sound.
She deliberately moved closer to Wang Maosheng, her face full of mockery and disdain, and said in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, so that's why Yun Yuyan dared to act so high and mighty in front of us. Turns out she hired two drama queens to put on an act!"
"This old man acts even better than the characters in TV dramas. It's a real shame he's not an actor."
As she spoke, she deliberately reached out and touched Wang Maosheng's gray hair, continuing to mock him.
"Oh, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, huh?"
"You didn't dye your white hair with shoe polish, did you?"
"It looks really fake."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Maosheng suddenly stood up.
His movements were so fast that no one had time to react.
He raised his withered hand high.
Then, like a sharp sword, it was swung out with lightning speed.
A sharp "snap" rang out in the quiet corridor, like a bomb exploding.
Five clear finger marks instantly appeared on Yunxi's cheek.
The fingerprints, like red centipedes, stood out starkly against her fair face.
Her expensive Chanel suit was also torn askew by the slap, making her look quite disheveled.
"You vicious woman!"
Wang Mao was so angry that he was trembling all over.
His hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.
The hem of his white coat moved without wind, as if driven by an invisible force.
"How dare you humiliate Doctor Xiao's woman?"
"You're incredibly audacious!"
"Today I'm going to show you what the consequences are of offending Doctor Xiao!"
Zhang Haoran felt a surge of cold sweat on his back, like a burst dam, instantly soaking through his shirt. The sticky feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
His gaze swept back and forth between Xiao Chen and Wang Maosheng like a startled bird.
He looked at this for a while, then at that.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, completely unable to figure out how to end this chaotic situation.
His hands trembled uncontrollably.
He shakily pulled a disinfectant wipe from his pocket.
He hurriedly wiped his forehead.
The wet wipe touched his forehead, bringing a cool sensation.
However, this did nothing to alleviate his inner tension and fear.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
That is to pray that this utterly absurd farce can come to an end as soon as possible.
After all, he knew very well that his career was currently as fragile as a thin thread.
It hangs precariously above the sharp blade.
If you're not careful, it can end completely.
At that time, all his years of hard work and dedication will be in vain.
Just then, Yun Jingguo could no longer bear to watch.
His daughter was beaten and suffered such humiliation, which fueled his anger as a father.
It was as if a flame was burning fiercely in his chest.
He took a sudden step forward, his posture upright, like an unshakeable mountain peak.
His authoritative voice echoed down the emergency room corridor, carrying an undeniable air of dominance.
"I don't care if you're a real doctor or a fake doctor, this isn't going to end so easily!"
"Although I, Yun Jingguo, am not a big shot in the ancient city, I still have some influence."
“Just a few days ago, I even played mahjong with the hospital director and leaders from the bureau, and we had a very pleasant conversation.”
"But you, how dare you hit my daughter!"
"Now, if you just kneel down and apologize, I promise I won't pursue your mistake any further."
"Otherwise! Hmph—"
He snorted coldly, his voice like the north wind in winter, sending chills down one's spine.
"I will show you what true power is!"
"Don't regret it when the time comes!"
A pungent odor permeated the emergency room corridor.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood felt like an invisible hand.
They gripped everyone's nose tightly, making people involuntarily frown.
Yun Jingguo was wearing a sharp suit.
The well-tailored suit made him appear even more dignified.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
The gaze behind the glasses was sinister and ruthless, like two sharp daggers.
It can pierce straight into a person's heart.
He tugged at his tie, as if it were suffocating him.
The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist gleamed brilliantly under the light.
As he moved his arm, the watch hit the metal railing.
It made a crisp sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet corridor.
Yunxi, standing beside her, covered her flushed cheeks.
The five clear finger marks on his cheek were shocking.
She clung to her mother's clothes, sobbing.
Her voice trembled with tears as she spoke, sounding aggrieved.
"Dad, you have to stand up for me!"
"Look at my face! It's been beaten up like this! How am I supposed to face anyone now?!"
This pampered and spoiled young lady's makeup was now a complete mess.
Mascara mixed with tears smudged onto my face, leaving two black streaks.
Like two ugly caterpillars, they made her look utterly wretched. (End of Chapter)