Volume 1: Spirit Marriage Chapter 71: A Worldly Clash

  I asked Mr. Qian how his wife's leg became like this, and Mr. Qian had a bitter expression on his face, saying he didn't know either. That fish Daoist said it could be cured, but the result was that in less than one night, not only did the injury not heal, but it rapidly worsened. If it continues like this, I'm afraid the whole leg will become useless.

  "What about Fish Daoist?" I asked: "What did he say?"

  Mr. Qian said that since last night, Yu Dao's mobile phone has been turned off and can't be contacted now, so Mr. Qian is anxious to find me.

  I said since that's the case, we shouldn't delay, let's get started right away. Mr. Qian hastily said: "Good, good, thank you! Thank you!" and appeared unusually excited, then took out a rope to tie up his wife's hands and feet. I glanced at Mrs. Qian Shuyun's left leg and saw that it was still bandaged, so I quickly said wait a minute. Mr. Qian looked at me and asked: "What's wrong?" He was afraid I would change my mind. I said let me take a look at how the wound on her left leg has healed.

  Mr. Qian hurried over, pulled open the quilt, and I saw that his entire left leg was wrapped in white gauze. If you want to see it unwrapped, ask who bandaged it, Mr. Qian said it was a doctor with the surname Xiang whom he had invited. I guessed it must be the young man who drove a BMW last time, since Mr. Qian specially invited him, his medical skills must be excellent, unless there's something special about this injured leg, it shouldn't be a problem, but now that this leg is bandaged, I didn't dare unwrap it, so I said forget it, let's do the surgery on the right leg first.

  Mr. Qian swiftly and gently tied his wife's hands and feet to the bed, then leaned over her head and whispered: "Shu Yun, Dr. Yang has come to operate on you again." But Shu Yun - or rather, Mrs. Qian - was already asleep and didn't make a sound. Mr. Qian said something about being tired to me, then walked out by himself and quietly closed the door.

  I took out the iron box, opened the lid, took a deep breath, gripped the yin-yang knife tightly, and endured the piercing cold as I cut at the black skin on Mrs. Qian's right leg.

  "Ah!" The knife had just entered the flesh, and Mrs. Qian's right leg jerked violently as she woke up from her dream with a blood-curdling scream. She looked up at me with a drastically changed expression, shouting in shock: "What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!" Her hands and feet flailed wildly as she struggled. I was taken aback - the last time I performed surgery on her, she had been much calmer. Why was her reaction so intense this time? Was it going to hurt more than usual? But surely not by that much?!

  "I'm Dr. Yang," I hurriedly explained to her: "I've come to perform surgery on you."

  "No, I don't know you, go away! Let me go!" Mrs. Qian was shocked and pale, as if she had seen a ghost, suddenly shouting loudly: "Old Qian, Old Qian, hurry up and save me, someone is going to kill me!"

  Mr. Qian pushed open the door and rushed in, flustered. I quickly put away the scalpel and put the iron box into my pocket. Mr. Qian was only concerned about his wife and didn't even glance at the knife in my hand, throwing himself on the bed to grab her hand and ask: "What's wrong, Shuyun?" Mrs. Qian trembled all over, her face ashen, repeatedly crying out: "Where did you go? That person wanted to kill me, wanted to kill me..." Mr. Qian hastily explained that I was a doctor, here to perform surgery. Mrs. Qian didn't believe him at all and refused to let me operate.

  I was stunned by this sudden change and stood aside at a loss for what to do.

  After a long time, Mr. Qian finally calmed down Mrs. Qian and coaxed her to sleep. He stood up, his face filled with pain and sweat all over his forehead. I said it's clear that the operation can't be done now, Mr. Qian said tiredly: "Let's go out first."

  Upon entering the living room, Zhang Yunhao immediately came up to ask if the surgery was completed. "I'm starving, we need to go eat," he said. Qian Yi also asked Mr. Qian about the progress of the surgery, but Mr. Qian shook his head and told Qian Yi, "Tell Zhou Ma to prepare some food." I glanced at the time and saw that we could still make it back to school for another class, so I said, "Don't bother, we'll head back to school first. We can talk about anything important tonight."

  Mr. Qian and Qian Yi blocked me at the same time, persuading me to stay, while Zhang Yunhao pulled me aside and whispered: "You haven't even gotten the money yet and you're already trying to slip away?"

  Wu Lele, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked from the sofa: "Is there really chicken to eat? I'm so hungry that I can't speak."

  Mr. Qian hastily called Qian Yi to prepare the meal, and then apologized to us again, saying that he had been so preoccupied with his wife's illness that he had forgotten we hadn't eaten yet, it was his negligence... He spoke in a way that made me feel very embarrassed, seeing Mr. Qian being so enthusiastic, making me feel at home, I secretly made up my mind to cure Mrs. Qian's leg injury.

  Zhang Yunhao glanced around the living room and asked Mr. Qian in a casual tone if Fish Daoist had any new opinions on the feng shui of this villa. Mr. Qian awkwardly replied that he didn't, Zhang Yunhao's face turned serious as he said: "That Fish Daoist is completely a charlatan, if you blindly believe him and don't do what I say, to be honest, your villa looks grand but actually has a gloomy atmosphere, I'm afraid it won't take long before you feel the chill here, and your family business will plummet."

  Mr. Qian looked flustered and said he would consider it carefully.

  At this time, Qian Yi led a person to come in, I saw that it was the doctor with the surname Xiang who I had seen that night. Mr. Qian immediately went up to greet him and said some words of hardship, then he came over to the sofa with us to introduce him. It turned out that the doctor's name was Xiang Shi Chuang, and he was the director of a hospital.

  Look at this talent, he's only in his thirties and already a dean?

  It was later discovered that he had invested in and opened his own hospital, where he served as the self-proclaimed director.

  Since Dr. Xiang was valued by Mr. Qian and invited over, he must have exceptional medical skills, a dignified appearance, and as the head of the hospital, he's the epitome of being wealthy, handsome, and successful. Seeing that I, Zhang Yunhao, and Wu Lele were only 18 or 19 years old and looked like students, he completely disregarded us, merely glancing at us before sitting down on the sofa without saying a word to us. He directly asked Mr. Qian about his wife's condition. Mr. Qian said, "I invited you here for this reason." Dr. Xiang said he would go see Mrs. Qian first, and Mr. Qian agreed, hastily getting up and bidding farewell to me, Zhang Yunhao, and Wu Lele before leading Dr. Xiang towards Mrs. Qian's residence.

  They took a step forward, and Zhang Yunhao immediately hummed: "What's the matter with you, so arrogant!" I smiled: "Dr. Xiang is young and promising, successful in his career, why would he fawn over us little brats? Since he doesn't fawn over you, he naturally won't flatter you." Zhang Yunhao said that even if he didn't flatter him, there was no need to put on such a big airs, damn it, treating us like we're transparent!

  I saw Wu Lele sitting alone, silent and listless, which was unusual for her. I asked her what was wrong, and she suddenly closed her eyes and shouted: "I want to eat chicken! I want to eat chicken!" Zhang Junhao said: "There are chickens in the backyard, go catch one and eat it." Wu Lele opened her eyes, gave Zhang Junhao a white eye, muttered a few words, and then fell silent again.

  It seems that Wu Lele was indeed starving, I said I saw a KFC in front of the corner outside and went to get two chicken legs. As soon as I got up, I saw Mr. Qian and Xiang Shijie coming over. I had to stop in my tracks. Xiang Shijie looked at me and asked: "Are you the one who performed surgery on Mrs. Qian?" I said yes. Xiang Shijie asked again: "Are you a doctor?" I hesitated for a moment, saying yes. Xiang Shijie looked me up and down, then asked sternly: "Do you have a medical license?" I was stunned, saying no. Xiang Shijie suddenly became severe and said: "You don't have a medical license and dare to perform surgery on someone? This is intentional harm!"

  What's going on?

  Came to rescue people in good faith, but ended up intentionally hurting them!

  "Who are you?" Zhang Yunhao walked over and asked Xiang Shijie, "What makes you say he intentionally hurt someone? If you dare to spout nonsense again, be careful or I'll sue you for slander!"

  Xiang Shijian's face fell, and Mr. Qian hastily intervened to smooth things over, saying that he had asked me to perform surgery on his wife and that there was no intention of harming anyone. Xiang Shijian snorted softly and said to Mr. Qian in a sarcastic tone: "Mr. Qian, your wife's leg has been untreatable for a long time, and even famous foreign doctors have given up. This kid can cure it with just one knife cut - don't you think that's suspicious?"

  I didn't expect this guy to be so direct, and Mr. Qian was also asked to be at a loss for words. I sneered and asked: "Then please ask Dr. Xiang, what do you think is the problem?" Xiang Shijun replied: "What's the problem? You know it in your heart." Then he stared at me and asked: "Can you show me the knife you used for surgery?"

  I was taken aback, he also wanted to see the knife, as a doctor, surgical knives are nothing ordinary, only someone like Fish Daoist would understand the subtlety of this knife, could it be that Xiang Shijie also understands?