Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Whose Child is Qiao Xi
 

The next day.

City Hospital, VIP ward.

The Huo Family patriarch had passed the critical period, but he lay on the bed, his complexion ashen, body frail. The light in his eyes had dimmed significantly.

Beiting and Jianjun exchanged glances, with Beiting reluctantly pouring a cup of warm water for the elder, “Grandpa, drink some water.”

Huo Weiguo shook his head, speaking weakly, “I don’t want any.”

Suppressing his resentfulness, Beiting said, “Grandpa, with you ill, the Huo Family has lost its pillar. Xingzhou is aggressive and will sooner or later swallow up our family.”

Jianjun chimed in, “Dad, the words you said at the birthday banquet yesterday, they weren’t true, were they?”

Father and son took turns speaking.

Huo Weiguo felt a sense of loss in his heart and slowly closed his eyes, “I know what you are thinking. As chairman, I will issue an appointment. Jianjun will be the president of the Huo Family, and Beiting will be the vice president.”

Beiting, unable to wait, “And the chairman? What about the 30% shares?”

Would he not give them?

What he wanted was real power!

Seeing the elder’s attitude, he seemed unwilling to let go.

“Let’s wait a little longer, until I’m feeling better,” Huo Weiguo said with a heavy heart. He had always been strong-willed, but now his reputation was tarnished in his later years.

“Grandpa!”

Beiting had never expected the old man to go back on his word.

“Dad, Beiting is the most suitable candidate. Xingzhou doesn’t share our heart,” Jianjun said, struggling to contain his anger.

Huo Weiguo closed his eyes tightly, “I want to sleep now, you all go out.”

“Grandpa! Are you really…”

“Beiting, let’s go. Let your grandpa rest properly,” Jianjun said, pulling Beiting out of the room.

The father and son left the ward.

Leaving the room, Beiting’s face was shrouded in darkness.

“What is grandpa thinking! He’s actually reconsidered, does he really want to give it to that cripple?”

Jianjun’s face was grim, “As long as things aren’t settled, we still have hope. Xingzhou is just a cripple with a short life span; your second uncle is weak and foolishly filial, perhaps later we can reap the benefits of Tianyuan Group.”

“With Xingzhou’s current fortune, is there any chance he could find Cheng Han?”

Beiting asked through clenched teeth, full of hate.

“No chance,” Jianjun said with absolute certainty, “What kind of person is Cheng Han? Don’t forget the Liu Family has another living dead person, and they haven’t spared any effort in searching for Cheng Han!”

He patiently instructed, “You go to the Su Family now, secure our relationship with them. It is the blood bank for us father and son, providing continuous funding.”

Beiting nodded, “Alright, I’ll go right away.”

His expression was sinister as he walked down the long corridor of the hospital, warning off all who approached.

At the entrance to the hospital, he happened to run into Qiao Xi returning to work from leave.

Enemies often cross paths.

Beiting sneered maliciously, blocking her, “The lady president of Tianyuan Group still has to work and care for patients for a few thousand bucks a month?”

Qiao Xi pressed her lips together and tried to bypass him.

Beiting was relentless, grabbing her arm, “You were quite bold yesterday, daring to insult me. What right does a country bumpkin like you have?”

Qiao Xi forcefully freed herself from his hold, her face cold as she replied, “Everything written on the invitation was true. All I did was read it aloud.”

“Heh.”

Beiting scoffed coldly, “You’re just relying on that lame Xingzhou to back you up? Pity, he’s a short-lived ghost.”

He warned, “I advise you to mind your own business. How much do you think you weigh in Xingzhou’s heart? It won’t take long before he discards you, a village girl.”

He looked at her scornfully, a certainty and confidence in his eyes that Qiao Xi couldn’t understand.

Qiao Xi spoke in an even tone, “Wanren Hall has been reported and shut down, Zhuo Feng fled after poisoning in fear of his crimes. Guess what, if the police catch him, do you think he’ll confess who’s behind it?”

“You…”

Beiting turned a livid shade of anger.

Qiao Xi stood tall, turned, and walked away.

“Little bitch!” Beiting watched her back, hissing the words venomously.

Qiao Xi heard his chilling voice and paused momentarily. Turning the corner of the corridor, she took out her cell phone to browse, and the screen displayed the reporting page for the Drug Administration.

She had collected medicinal materials from Wanren Hall, conducted appraisals and comparisons, and delivered the evidence to the Drug Administration.

Just this morning, the Drug Administration issued a notice, but sadly, Zhuo Feng had fled.

She felt a tinge of regret.

“Qiao Xi! Emergency!”

Seeing her, Shu Xue breathed a sigh of relief, “I finally found you.”

“What’s happened?” Qiao Xi put away her phone.

“A special case just came into obstetrics. Difficult labor, lack of strength, and uterotonics allergy! Dr. Yan is on leave and on his way here; he said you have solid fundamentals, go stabilize the situation first!”

Shu Xue, pulling Qiao Xi, hurried along.

“What’s the situation with the pregnant woman?” Qiao Xi asked seriously.

“Weak and unconscious, she’s in a critical state.”

“Didn’t they consider a cesarean section?”

Anxiously, Shu Xue said, “She’s allergic to anesthesia! Plus, she’s an older mother, I mean, at forty-six why is she still trying for a second child! They said that before she lost consciousness, she insisted on having a precious daughter!”

The two reached the obstetrics surgery ward, where a crowd had gathered outside. Qiao Xi quickly disinfected and changed into surgical attire before entering.

“Acupuncture department, Qiao Xi.”

With a calm gaze, she understood the situation and took out the Golden Needle.

“Dr. Qiao, please wake the patient first. Dr. Yan will be here soon!” the obstetrician said, “It’s really life-threatening, discovering so many drug allergies in the clinic.”

The patient herself was unaware, and it was urgent upon arriving at the hospital.

“Alright.”

Qiao Xi pinched the Golden Needle and inserted it into the woman’s Hegu and Zhiyin Acupoints. Considering the pregnant woman’s weak qi and blood, she also targeted the Zusanli Acupoint.

Each needle pierced accurately into its acupoint.

The patient soon regained consciousness, and the others showed a trace of joy.

“Push hard! Remember to take deep breaths!”

“Mrs. Liu, think about your child! Haven’t you always wanted a daughter?”

The woman on the bed, upon hearing this, gritted her teeth and cried out, her face turning red.

She put all her effort into it.

Half an hour later, the delivery room echoed with the baby’s cries. The woman had exhausted her strength and passed out.

“Ah, it’s a son.”

While the nurse cleaned the baby, she said with a laugh, “Mrs. Liu will probably regret this again, she was really hoping for a daughter.”

“Dr. Qiao, you did great, no wonder Dr. Yan said you should be specifically nurtured. Come over here, take a look, this baby is really beautiful.”

Qiao Xi, smiling with pursed lips, moved closer to have a look.

Indeed, the baby was fair and delicate.

She hadn’t expected that, in the future, her connection with this child would grow deeper.

She washed her hands and packed up the needle kit before leaving the delivery room. Removing her mask, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Doctor, how’s my wife?”

“Doctor, my mom…”

She was surrounded by people.

“Mother and child are safe,” Qiao Xi comforted them, “The child is being cleaned inside, don’t worry.”

“Mother and child? This is it, my mom’s going to lose her temper again.” Seventeen or eighteen, the young boy brimmed with energy, lively and alert, exuding vitality.

Liu Zongquan chastised gently, “What are you talking about? Your mother is gentle and virtuous.”

He looked at Qiao Xi again, with mild surprise.

He hadn’t expected their paths to cross again so soon after having met the previous evening at the birthday party.

“Dr. Qiao… Qiao Xi, thank you,” he said, remembering her name.

Qiao Xi, with a smiling gaze, replied, “You’re welcome, I have to get going now.”

“Dad, why does she look kind of familiar to me?” Liu Yi furrowed his brows, voicing his confusion.

Liu Zongquan responded, “Perhaps it’s fate.”

It couldn’t possibly be their family’s child, after all, they had never lost a child.