Medic Martial Dragon King

They were really taken aback.

They had come to teach someone a lesson, but instead received a lesson themselves and even had their car wrecked. With the instigator gone, what were they to do with the car?!

After exchanging looks for a while, those who could still drive, got into their dented cars with slumped shoulders and headed to the 4S shop for repairs. Those whose cars couldn’t be driven called for roadside assistance right away.

What a disaster! Too pitiful to behold!

Once everyone had left, Bao Qiang finally heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to Sanzi and the others and barked, ”Listen up, all of you. From now on, when you see Mr. Jiang, show him as much respect as you can, and don’t you dare cross him again, got it?”

”Yes!” Sanzi and the others answered in unison.

Glancing in the direction where Jiang Chen and his party had left, Bao Qiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart finally settling back in his chest.

Then, he recalled what Jiang Chen had said.

Old Mr. Lin’s life was in Jiang Chen’s hands? What exactly had happened to Old Mr. Lin?!

At this moment, in Dingjing’s First Hospital, in the VIP ward number one.

Old Mr. Lin lay on the hospital bed, his breath weak. The hospital director and a group of doctors surrounded the bed, looking at the data on various monitors with furrowed brows, expressions full of concern. Everyone’s heart was in their throat. Many even shivered uncontrollably, unable to calm themselves.

This was a towering figure of the older generation in Dingjing—if something happened to him in the hospital, the hospital would be doomed. At the very least, the doctors who had misdiagnosed him were finished, perhaps even face sudden disappearance one of these days.

Bang!

The door to the ward was flung open with force, Lin Zhiyan rushed in, Jiang Chen followed with a helpless expression.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Lin Zhiyan dragged Jiang Chen in a mad dash straight to VIP ward number one. Though Jiang Chen understood she was concerned for her grandfather’s life, he couldn’t help wonder why she hadn’t been in such a hurry before, when she’d been throwing her heiress temper tantrums.

”Miss Lin, Mr. Lin, he... We did everything we could! Mr. Lin... we can’t save him!” Hospital director Fang Zhikang said, trembling as he looked at Lin Zhiyan, his voice low.

”What?”

Shock covered Lin Zhiyan’s face, and she suddenly felt dizzy. Then, she threw herself onto her grandfather’s body, sobbing, ”Grandfather! Grandfather! Please, wake up—wake up, Grandfather! I’m late, Zhi Yan is late! Wuuu...”

Fang Zhikang and the others exchanged glances, quickly began wiping away tears, afraid of being blamed by Lin Zhiyan.

Jiang Chen glanced at the doctors feigning tears, shook his head in resignation, and stepped forward to pat Lin Zhiyan on the shoulder, ”All right, stop crying. He’s not dead yet, so what’s the use of crying?”

”Is it you?” Lin Zhiyan showed little reaction, but Fang Zhikang recognized Jiang Chen and spoke with a face full of shame, ”We should have listened to you in the first place, now... it’s too late for regrets!”

Jiang Chen smiled confidently, ”Don’t worry, with me here, he won’t die!”

”Won’t die?” Fang Zhikang was taken aback, then pointed to the monitors at the head of the bed, ”Look at this, the heart rate, the brain waves, how could it be possible... I admit you were impressive to discern that Mr. Lin was severely poisoned, but in this condition, I don’t believe there’s anything you can do!”

”Modern medicine might not be able to save him, but ancient medicine can,” Jiang Chen said indifferently.

”What nonsense are you spouting? How can he be healed in this condition?” The main doctor of Old Mr. Lin, Liu Ping, already regretful and fearful for his misdiagnosis, had been the first to declare that there was no hope of saving him, and now, hearing Jiang Chen claim otherwise, he felt as if Jiang Chen was slapping him in the face.

Consequently, the fear in Liu Ping’s heart turned into resentment, and he lashed out at Jiang Chen, ”I think you’re just trying to deceive the Lin family for money, aren’t you? Ancient medicine, what use is that crap! Kid, stop spouting nonsense here, this isn’t a place for your scams!”

”Do you really want this old man to die that badly?” Jiang Chen glanced coldly at Liu Ping.

Lin Zhiyan heard the exchange between the two men, wiped away her tears, and was just about to ask Jiang Chen when she heard this and turned to stare coldly at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping nearly jumped out of his skin from fright at Jiang Chen’s words and hastily waved his hands saying, ”No, no, no, that’s not what I meant, you... you’re simply talking nonsense. Mr. Lin is already beyond help, what else do you want? If you continue to treat him, it will be disrespectful to Mr. Lin’s body, you...”

”Smack!”

Furious in an instant, Lin Zhiyan slapped Liu Ping across the face, ”Shut up! My grandpa isn’t dead yet!”

Liu Ping trembled all over, took two steps back while clutching his face, not daring to speak again, for fear of being directly dealt with by the furious Lin Zhiyan!

Fang Zhikang glared fiercely at the attending doctor, how could he say such things at this time? Wasn’t this obviously provoking Lin Zhiyan?

Although Fang Zhikang didn’t believe that Jiang Chen could save Mr. Lin, he knew that now was not the time to argue with Jiang Chen. If Jiang Chen intervened in the treatment, all the better, Mr. Lin’s death could be pinned on Jiang Chen.

”Jiang Chen, please, save my grandpa, save him!” Lin Zhiyan turned her head to Jiang Chen, her eyes brimming with tears and pleading.

Jiang Chen nodded, stepped to the bedside, and took out Silver Needle to start acupuncture on Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin was poisoned, so of course, the first choice was the highly potent Sunburst Acupuncture Method.

Without another word, Jiang Chen once again used the miraculous Sunburst Needle. Unfortunately, the doctors here were all trained in modern medicine and couldn’t see the wonders of Jiang Chen’s technique; they stared with wide eyes and small minds, simply feeling that Jiang Chen’s random manipulation couldn’t possibly be effective.

”All done.”

Jiang Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and put away the needles.

”That’s it?” Fang Zhikang watched Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with skepticism.

”And you say you’re not talking nonsense?” Liu Ping jumped up again, pointing at Jiang Chen, ”This is clearly torture for Mr. Lin.”

”Exactly, Mr. Lin is dying, and this guy is still sticking needles in the patient?”

”You’re torturing Mr. Lin! No, Mr. Lin’s death is on you!”

”Right, we can’t let him get away!”

The other medical staff also began to blame Jiang Chen, having already decided that Jiang Chen couldn’t save Mr. Lin, they started to accuse him desperately, trying to shift the blame.

”Jiang Chen, did you really come here to cause trouble?!”

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyan too became frantic, glaring angrily at Jiang Chen. She suddenly regretted it deeply, not knowing which nerve she had crossed to actually invite such a worthless young man to save her grandfather, certainly having delayed her grandfather’s illness!

At this moment, a wild rage surged in her heart, and she felt like killing Jiang Chen.

Seeing Lin Zhiyan’s anger, the medical staff felt pleased. Now they could throw off the blame!

”Get him!”

Liu Ping was the most fired up, charging forward first. The other dozen or so medical staff also rolled up their sleeves and rushed in.