392: Chapter 392: Whose Account?
392: Chapter 392: Whose Account?
Hearing this, Qin Han was sowhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected that Wang Pingchuan, who seed very unsophisticated, would actually be quite on the ball when it ca to handling matters.
“Do we deal with him?” Wang Pingchuan asked again.
Qin Han responded indifferently, “Give the account number for the Children’s Aid Fund in the mountains!”
“Haha, I knew it, you would definitely agree!
By the way, do you know how much he charges for a consultation?” Wang Pingchuan asked on the other end of the phone.
Qin Han glanced at the overweight middle-aged man again, then shook his head and said, “I don’t know!”
However, this shake of the head ant sothing entirely different in the eyes of the middle-aged man.
He stood there, shivering incessantly and his face turned deathly pale.
Those who were eating looked at the middle-aged man with great puzzlent.
Why would the expression on this man’s face change instantly every ti he looked at Qin Han?
This ti, it was even more extre as he began to tremble.
“Old Master had guided him when his wealth was rely over ten million.
Now, his net worth is probably around a billion or so.
So, it’s up to you how you handle this!” Wang Pingchuan said with a laugh.
“Understood,” Qin Han said lightly.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Han returned to the consultation desk, casually glanced at the middle-aged man, and said, “Master Wang has already told about your condition over the phone.”
“Dr.
Qin, is there really no hope for ?” the middle-aged man asked anxiously as he looked at Qin Han.
Qin Han glanced at the nearly depleted dishes on the table and said indifferently, “Wait over there for now.”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at Qin Han with terror, stamring, “Dr.
Qin, does this an I am beyond help?”
“I must have delayed on the road and failed to arrive within the ti limit.
Master Wang repeatedly urged to hurry to Qin’s dical hall.”
“It looks like I’m truly beyond help now!”
Qin Han sighed in his heart and said helplessly, “When did I say you were beyond help?”
“Then what do you an, Dr.
Qin?” At these words, the middle-aged man’s face instantly burst into a fit of joy.
Qin Han glanced at Zhong Yuanliang, who understood the cue.
Yuan Liang suddenly stood up and barked at the middle-aged man,
“If you’re told to wait, just wait.
What’s with all the nonsense?”
Seeing Zhong Yuanliang’s fierce and nacing appearance, the middle-aged man quickly hurried to the chairs in the hall and sat down, no longer daring to speak.
Qin Han, looking at the ssy table, could only pick up his bowl and eat a few bites of his al.
He was silently cursing the middle-aged man for interrupting his al.
If the other party were a regular patient, Qin Han would never think this way.
But after hearing Wang Pingchuan’s assessnt of the middle-aged man, coupled with his sly-looking face, Qin Han naturally did not have a good impression of him.
After Qin Han finished eating, he beckoned to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man rushed to the consultation table as if he had seen his own father, almost jumping ahead.
Without waiting for Qin Han to speak, he obediently extended his right hand.
Looking at the middle-aged man, Qin Han wondered if all wealthy people were so afraid of death?
In reality, based on the middle-aged man’s appearance, it was already known he didn’t have any serious illness; his body was rely depleted by indulgence in alcohol and sexual activities.
However, since he had promised Wang Pingchuan to swindle him, he at least had to make it look like he was treating the man’s illness.
After pretending to take the man’s pulse for a while, Qin Han said indifferently, “You may go back now!”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man imdiately collapsed into his seat.
The others in the dical hall also stared at Qin Han with surprised faces.
Ever since Qin’s dical hall was established, Qin Han had never turned away a patient.
In other words, there was no disease that Qin Han couldn’t treat.
Why was it that this ti, Qin Han was asking the patient to go ho?
Looking at the expressions of everyone in the dical hall, Qin Han remained calm and quiet, sitting without speaking.
Instead, it was the adult slumped in his seat who slid to the floor and began kowtowing to Qin Han, saying as he bowed, “Doctor Qin, please, I beg you, you must save .
How much money?
I’m willing to pay any amount.”
“Sigh,” Qin Han sighed deeply and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to save you, but your condition is too serious.
If anything goes wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
“Moreover, the dicinal materials required are also very precious.
I’m afraid you won’t be willing to pay such a high fee!”
Upon hearing Qin Han’s words, the middle-aged man imdiately said, “Doctor Qin, as long as you can cure my illness, I’m willing to pay any amount of money.”
“Really?” Qin Han said indifferently.
“Absolutely true.
I’m willing to pay any amount of money, as long as my illness can be cured!” The middle-aged man hurriedly said.
Qin Han glanced at the middle-aged man and said indifferently, “As the saying goes, ‘saving a life is more ritorious than building a seven-level pagoda.’ Alright then!
I’ll risk it, I’ll even use a hundred-year-old ginseng to save your life!”
When the middle-aged man heard Qin Han say this, a smile broke out on his face imdiately.
But the others in the Qin’s Clinic looked at Qin Han with different eyes.
There was definitely sothing fishy going on, considering the phone call Qin Han had just received and the ntion of Master Wang by the middle-aged man.
Zhang Yalin instantly guessed that it was a scenario Qin Han and Wang Pingchuan had plotted together.
She just didn’t know why Wang Pingchuan would plot with Qin Han to scare this middle-aged man.
“Doctor Qin, how much do I need to pay for the consultation fee?” the middle-aged man asked anxiously.
Qin Han didn’t speak but simply stretched out a finger towards the middle-aged man.
“One, one million?” the middle-aged man exclaid.
Qin Han shook his head.
The middle-aged man exclaid again, “Ten million?
Why so expensive?”
“No cure then, you may leave,” Qin Han said indifferently to the middle-aged man.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly took out his checkbook, hastily wrote a check, and placed it respectfully in front of Qin Han, looking at the check with regret and a pained expression on his face.
Then Qin Han took out his needle pack that he carried with him, casually selected a few Golden Needles, and began to insert them into the middle-aged man’s front and back.
As the Golden Needles pierced the middle-aged man’s body one by one, he let out screams like a pig being slaughtered.
“Don’t shout.
Bear it,” Qin Han barked coldly.
Earlier, Wang Pingchuan had told Qin Han over the phone that an employee had lost his legs in a work-related injury but was only given twenty thousand yuan for dical expenses, which was akin to profiting from human blood-stead buns!
He treated people as if they were not human!
Was a person who would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair really only worth twenty thousand yuan?
So the acupuncture Qin Han administered to the middle-aged man was actually intentionally targeted at the painful points on his body.
The purpose was to punish the middle-aged man for his lack of compassion despite his wealth!
Perhaps because of the real pain, the middle-aged man did not stop screaming even with Qin Han’s harsh scolding.
“If you keep screaming like that, your illness will never be cured,” Qin Han stated flatly.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man dared not scream anymore and had no choice but to endure the pain obediently.
Half an hour later, Qin Han finally removed the Golden Needles from the middle-aged man’s body and then wrote a prescription which he handed to Zhang Yalin.
“After you go back, take this dicine to strengthen your foundation and nourish your vitality for a month,” Qin Han said calmly.
After the middle-aged man left with a thousand thanks, the folks in the clinic approached and stood in front of the consultation desk, all looking curiously at Qin Han.
Zhang Yalin was the first to ask, “Aren’t you going to explain?”
“Transfer the money to this account!” Qin Han wrote down an account number and handed it to Zhang Yalin along with the middle-aged man’s check.
“Whose account is this?”
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