Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Dr. Qiao, Your Husband Is Here to Pick You Up
 

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Inside the hospital room.

The old Huo patriarch, rarely looking compassionate, gazed at his youngest son Huo Jiancheng.

“Jiancheng, I have always owed you. I shouldn’t have resented you for causing your mother’s death when you were born.” His old tears streamed down his face, which had grown grayer and looked much older.

Huo Jiancheng felt a bitter sweetness in his heart, his eyes brimming with moisture.

He reached out his withered hand to touch his cheek, “In the blink of an eye, you’re nearly fifty years old, and I don’t have many days left to live. I have wronged you over these years.”

“Dad!”

Huo Jiancheng gripped his hand tightly, “You will not die.”

The grievances in his heart dissipated with the old man’s apology, like smoke vanishing into thin air.

He had received the fatherly love he had longed for.

He never thought the day would come when the old patriarch could speak to him so calmly and peacefully. Huo Jiancheng cried uncontrollably.

“If we can’t find Cheng Han soon, I fear… I won’t make it past this year.”

He said with a dejected look, “Before I die, I hope Xingzhou can forgive me. The things I hold, I must pass them on to the most promising of my descendants.”

Huo Jiancheng struggled internally for a long time, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the call of “filial piety.”

“Someone might be able to save your life!”

Huo Jiancheng gritted his teeth and said, “Xingzhou’s complexion has improved a lot. Du Juan suspects it’s related to Qiao Xi, she might be a disciple of Cheng Han, but we are not sure yet.”

Huo Jiancheng was a naive sweetheart, moved by paternal love, he blurted out his guess.

He hoped that the father who raised him could have a peaceful death, not tormented to death by illness.

“Qiao Xi?”

Huo Weiguo originally wanted to play the emotional card, with it, draw Huo Xingzhou to his side, and thereby facilitate the merger of Tianyuan Group with the Huo family.

But he hadn’t expected this delightful surprise.

“Are you sure?” A gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes.

“I’m not sure, but I can beg Qiao Xi to take a look at you.” It’s just a guess, after all, unconfirmed by anyone.

“No, wait longer.”

Huo Weiguo grabbed his hand, “Wait! Let me confirm her identity first. Don’t talk to anyone else about this.”

Huo Jiancheng obediently nodded, “Okay, then I’ll come to see you every day from now on.”

Outside the hospital room.

Huo Beiting heard everything they said, crystal clear!

Qiao Xi!

How could that village girl be related to the National Doctor Cheng Han, when Huo Xingzhou is still disabled!

But, regardless of her identity, he could no longer tolerate that arrogant village girl.

Better to wrongfully kill than to let go!

He wanted to destroy Qiao Xi!

He clenched his fists tightly, threw the food he was holding into the trash can, and walked away. Reaching the hospital entrance, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Su Weiwei’s number.

The call connected quickly.

“Weiwei, do you want to take revenge on Qiao Xi? I heard she doesn’t have a medical practice license yet.”

A secretive smile appeared on his lips.

On the other end of the phone, Su Weiwei’s interest was piqued upon hearing this, “Beiting, how do you want to take revenge on her?”

Huo Beiting chuckled coldly and laid out his plan. Upon hearing it, Su Weiwei’s eyes lit up.

“Good, I’ll arrange it right away.”

He then used a public phone to call the fugitive Zhuo Feng.

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The next day.

Qiao Xi was seeing patients, and Doctor Yan watched, mesmerized.

“Very good.”

Doctor Yan nodded, “Your acupuncture skills, even I must admiringly say, are beyond my own.” At this level, Yan Shi’an was certain that her needling was Cheng Acupuncture, but he still wondered what sort of fortuitous encounter Qiao Xi had.

Qiao Xi’s eyes curved, “You’ve taught me well. Next patient, Wang Dafu!”

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Every day, many patients came seeking Yan Shi’an, the golden hand of City Hospital, as he often found himself overwhelmingly busy. Now, with Qiao Xi’s help, a lot of the pressure was alleviated.

In the traditional Chinese medicine consultation room, a simple and honest couple entered.

“My husband has recently been suffering from loss of appetite. Anything he eats, he vomits, and he always feels a dull pain in his stomach,” the plainly dressed woman said worriedly.

Qiao Xi soothed, “Don’t worry, please extend your right hand first.”

In traditional Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis, it doesn’t matter whether the left or right wrist is used, but the left corresponds to the heart, liver, and kidneys, while the right correlates with the lungs, spleen, and Mingmen. Based on the symptoms described by the patient, it seemed to be an issue with the spleen and stomach.

“Erosive gastritis, it’s not a serious problem,” Qiao Xi looked to Yan Shi’an and said, “Please have a look and see if I’m right.”

Yan Shi’an nodded and felt the patient’s pulse briefly.

“It is indeed gastritis. Take this prescription for three months and pay attention to your diet. If you complement the treatment with acupuncture, it will heal even faster.”

“We’ll take acupuncture!” Wang Dafu exclaimed, his hand nervously covering the mini camera on his chest.

“Alright, Xiaoqiao, please arrange it,” Yan Shi’an said softly.

“Okay.”

As Yan Shi’an watched on, Qiao Xi finished the preliminary preparations, handed the written prescription to Yan Shi’an for examination and signature, then performed acupuncture on Wang Dafu.

Suddenly, the telephone in the consultation room rang, a call from the nurse’s station.

Yan Shi’an set the prescription aside and walked over to answer, “Hello?”

“Doctor Yan, your family called to say your son has been in a car accident! Your phone is off, and they couldn’t reach you!”

“What? Is he in emergency? I’ll be there immediately!”

Yan Shi’an ran out of the traditional Chinese medicine consultation room, his mind buzzing with panic.

After finishing the acupuncture for Wang Dafu, Qiao Xi instructed him to wait in the room: “I’ll go and get Doctor Yan to sign the prescription, please wait here.”

As soon as she left, Wang Dafu and his wife hurriedly packed up their things, grabbed the prescription from the desk, and fled.

Halfway there, Qiao Xi encountered Yan Shi’an returning and asked, “Doctor Yan, how is your family now?”

Yan Shi’an replied angrily, “It was a prank call, they said they dialed the wrong number.”

“That’s a relief.”

When they returned to the consultation room, Wang Dafu was nowhere to be seen.

Qiao Xi searched but couldn’t find the prescription and said, “That prescription wasn’t signed yet.”

“Usually, without a signature, the pharmacy won’t dispense medicine, so it’s not a big issue,” Yan Shi’an replied, his years of medical experience having brought him across many situations. Generally, patients were reasonable, and for minor ailments like gastritis, no serious issues would arise.

Qiao Xi nodded, but, for some reason, she couldn’t shake off a feeling of discomfort.

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When it was time to get off work.

Shu Xue, at the nurse’s station, handed Qiao Xi a form.

“Doctor Qiao, your request for permanent appointment will be officially approved next month, and then you will start doing night shifts. Please fill out this form completely, and be sure to include your emergency contact,” Shu Xue said leaning over, watching her fill it out.

“Oh, are you listing your husband,” she said, gossiping.

Qiao Xi awkwardly covered the section, “My family isn’t in Haicheng, so I have to list him.”

“Tsk tsk, showing off your love. Don’t forget to set up your phone, and be careful when you go home after the night shift,” Shu Xue reminded. “But, I see your husband is here to pick you up again. You should hurry along!”

Qiao Xi’s lips curled slightly upward: “I’m leaving first.”

She packed her things and walked toward the exit of the hospital.

As expected, she saw the familiar car, and Lao Chen opened the car door for her.

Upon seeing the man inside the car, Qiao Xi greeted him.

“Mr. Huo.”

She took out her phone, opened the settings, and immediately entered the emergency contact.

This would allow her to call quickly; she tried pressing the power button several times, and the man’s phone to one side began buzzing vibrantly.

The phone screen displayed “Wife.”

Qiao Xi’s heart sweetened even more.

The man looked at her with slight confusion: “What are you doing?”

“Setting up an emergency contact. Mr. Huo, who is your emergency contact?” Qiao Xi asked curiously.

She wanted to know who he would think of first.