At Holy Heart Hospital, inside the conference room.
Wang Donghai's face was ashen, and he paced back and forth restlessly.
Around the conference table sat several expert chief physicians from the hospital and his confidants.
More than a week had passed since they had confidently brought the patient back to the hospital.
In these past few days, they had utilized almost all of the hospital's top medical resources and tried various so-called advanced therapies. The result... left everyone dumbfounded!
"Director!"
"The patient's condition... is very strange!"
A leading expert who had returned from studying abroad wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice tinged with a hint of fear.
"Although his cancer cells have been contained, the rate of cellular decay throughout his body is rapidly accelerating!"
"And... it's even more severe than before he was sent to Returning Spring Hall... He's not expected to last more than three days!"
"This... this is no longer a problem of cancer at all!"
"We... may have discovered a new disease."
Wang Donghai's confidant, the vice director who had always advised him, also looked worried at this moment:
"Director, public opinion outside is very unfavorable to us!"
"Although we've dumped all the blame on Returning Spring Hall and that Lin Fan, many discerning people have seen through it and are questioning our unscrupulous methods to suppress Chinese medicine."
"If... this patient ultimately dies in our Holy Heart Hospital's hands, then it will probably..."
"Enough!"
Wang Donghai slammed the table, roaring, interrupting the vice director's words.
"Then what do you propose we do? Huh!"
"Transfer him abroad for treatment? Or invite public hospitals like Xiehe and Huaxi to consult?"
"Wouldn't that just make our Holy Heart Hospital seem even more incompetent! Hitting ourselves in the face?"
He was now in a dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place!
He had thought he was getting a bargain, able to step on the corpses of Returning Spring Hall and Chinese medicine, earning both fame and fortune for himself and Holy Heart Hospital.
Who knew what he picked up was a hot potato!
This patient's condition had completely exceeded their cognitive scope!
Just as Wang Donghai was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
The vice director's eyes darted, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He leaned into Wang Donghai's ear and whispered a suggestion:
"Director, since we can't cure him, then..."
"Why not... send the patient back?"
"We'll publicly announce that it was Returning Spring Hall and that Lin Fan's previous erroneous treatment that damaged the patient's bodily functions. Although our Holy Heart Hospital used the best technology and experts and tried our best to save him, ultimately... it was beyond our power!"
"Finally, we'll 'return the patient to his rightful owner' and send him to Returning Spring Hall!"
"That way, wouldn't the responsibility fall back on them? If the patient dies in their hands, it will have nothing to do with our hospital!"
Wang Donghai's eyes instantly lit up at the words.
That's right! Good idea!
A traditional skill, passing the buck!
Anyway, he wouldn't die in his own hospital.
Brilliant! Truly brilliant!
He immediately made a decision: "Do it! Arrange it immediately!"
...Returning Spring Hall.
After a week of public opinion fermenting, the medical hall finally managed to reopen.
But the result was predictable—deserted, cold, and empty.
The occasional visitors were either there to watch the show or were internet celebrities looking for traces of the "murderous quack Lin Fan."
Luo Qingyan, dressed in a simple, elegant dress, forced herself to maintain her composure and personally sat in the main hall for consultations.
Her face was haggard, and her heart was filled with anxiety and exhaustion.
In the back courtyard of the medical hall, in a storage room piled with miscellaneous items.
Lin Fan was lying on a worn-out wooden bed.
That day, he was taken away by the police on suspicion of "practicing medicine illegally."
However, because the patient did not die on the spot, he was only charged with "illegal practice of medicine" and given a seven-day administrative detention.
These seven days were also not easy; the prison guards seemed to have received some orders and gave him "special treatment" from the start, not sparing any punches or kicks.
In seven days, he was confined for six and a half days and only received one meal. He was so hungry that his stomach was touching his back, and he had lost at least twenty pounds.
It was also fortunate that he had the Medical Immortal Inheritance, which included the art of fasting and abstaining from grains, otherwise he would have starved to death inside long ago.
After being released from prison again, still homeless, he could only shamelessly return to Returning Spring Hall.
Luo Qingyan looked at him, like a stray dog. Although she still resented him for the treatment incident, she ultimately softened.
Out of humanitarianism, she agreed to let Lin Fan temporarily stay in the back storeroom and provide him with food.
But the others in the medical hall were not so kind.
Almost everyone regarded Lin Fan as the jinx and culprit who led the medical hall into its predicament.
These past two days, they either treated him with cold glares or deliberately made things difficult for him, treating him like a servant and ordering him around.
Lin Fan could only swallow his anger.
Even today, he still couldn't understand why he failed.
Pure Yang Nine Needles, it was clearly about to succeed at that time!
Was his medical skill still not enough? Or was there a problem with his true qi?
He was somewhat dejected and even began to doubt himself.
Just as the atmosphere in Returning Spring Hall was at its lowest.
A familiar, understatedly luxurious rolls-royce phantom stopped at the entrance of Returning Spring Hall.
The car door opened, and Lu Cheng stepped out of the car.
He was still dressed in a well-fitting Chinese-style suit, with golden embroidery on his clothes, which made his temperament even more outstanding. With a gentle, refreshing smile on his face, he slowly walked into the deserted medical hall lobby.
He immediately saw Luo Qingyan, sitting behind the consultation desk, her face haggard and her brows furrowed.
He walked up to her, his voice carrying just the right amount of concern.
"Qingyan."
"Such a big thing happened, why didn't you contact me?"
Luo Qingyan looked up and saw Lu Cheng. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
There was surprise, gratitude, and a hint of... grievance that she herself hadn't noticed.
It was the kind of grievance one feels after enduring much hardship and suffering, finally seeing one's reliance, seeing family.
However, before Luo Qingyan could say anything, and as the atmosphere was delicate.
A piercing ambulance siren approached from afar!
Immediately after, an ambulance with the words "Holy Heart Hospital" on it arrived, stopping directly at the entrance of Returning Spring Hall!
The car door opened, and several doctors and nurses in white coats again carried the cancer patient out on a stretcher!
A representative from Holy Heart Hospital walked arrogantly to the entrance of Returning Spring Hall.
Behind him, there were also many reporters they had called, as well as curious onlookers from nearby.
The representative cleared his throat and, facing the surrounding media reporters, announced loudly in a compassionate tone:
"Ladies and gentlemen! Our Holy Heart Hospital has done its utmost to rescue this patient!"
"But it is very regrettable! Because of the erroneous treatment by a quack in your medical hall before, his condition rapidly deteriorated!"
"Despite our full efforts to save him, he is already critically ill, and we are truly... powerless to reverse the situation!"
"Now," he changed his tone, a hint of fake regret on his face, "in the spirit of humanitarianism, we are sending the patient back. For subsequent matters, we ask Returning Spring Hall to handle them yourselves!"
These words twisted the truth and shifted the blame!
All responsibility was lightly thrown back to Returning Spring Hall!
The patient's family, who had been threatened with contracts by the director, did not dare to stand up and expose the truth, only watching as the patient was passed back and forth like this.
Luo Qingyan looked at the patient, whose breath was weak on the bed, and then at the aggressive, ugly face of the Holy Heart Hospital representative opposite her. She trembled with anger, her face pale.
But what could she do?
The problem, after all, originated in Returning Spring Hall, and she had no way to explain herself!
Just then!
Lu Cheng stepped forward, gently shielding her behind him.
He faced the Holy Heart Hospital representative and the surrounding reporters, still with a faint smile on his face, but his tone carried a chilling, oppressive power that made people's hearts palpitate.
"Oh?"
"Since Holy Heart Hospital is helpless."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his voice clearly reaching every corner.
"Very well."
"This patient, our Returning Spring Hall... today, we will cure him!"
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Luo Qingyan, who was startled and bewildered, and winked at her.
That look seemed to say:
"Don't worry, leave it to me!"