Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 249: A 10 Million

Xu Xiangbei blew out a smoke ring, looking anguished and indignant: "Quack doctor, another quack doctor, it’s because you treated him as an acute spinal inflammation patient that you turned Mr. Calia into a skeleton zombie, yet you shamelessly claim you saved his life. You really have no shame."

Eager to urge Xu Xiangbei to quickly treat Mr. Calia, Director Zhou was instead called a quack doctor, making him flush with anger.

He pointed at Xu Xiangbei and shouted: "If it’s not acute spinal inflammation, then what do you say it is? How are you going to treat it?"

Xu Xiangbei replied unhurriedly: "According to our Chinese medicine, this is called flaccid syndrome. I just need to give a few needles, and he can walk freely, it’s very simple."

Xu Xiangbei’s words made Dean Sun frown too. Mr. Calia’s acute spinal inflammation was the result of a consultation with Huaxia People’s Hospital experts, but Xu Xiangbei insisted it wasn’t and claimed a few needles would cure it, which felt too frivolous and rash to him.

Director Zhou turned pale with anger: "Nonsense, you make it sound easy. Mr. Calia is seriously ill. It’s already good if his left leg maintains its current state, and you think a few needles will cure him? Do you think you’re a deity? I see you as a fraud."

The atmosphere in the ward became awkward. The young doctors behind Director Zhou all doubted Xu Xiangbei, thinking he was too rash, really like a fraud.

Calia, on the contrary, sat relaxed on the sofa, watching Xu Xiangbei and Director Zhou argue heatedly.

Standing before him were the vigorous, experienced surgical director and a younger-than-intern Chinese medicine doctor. He couldn’t decide whom to trust.

In the past few days in the hospital, the tests alone cost over ten thousand yuan, and both Director Zhou and Dean Sun concluded post-consultation that a cure was nearly impossible. The best was to delay the muscle atrophy in the left leg, maintain the current condition, and preserve life.

He actually preferred to believe Xu Xiangbei, because since entering the room, Xu Xiangbei hadn’t inquired about his condition and already had a Chinese medicine treatment plan with confident assurance, enough to make him completely recover, which surprised him greatly.

He felt that Xu Xiangbei was either truly a divine doctor or a big fraud.

Director Zhou clearly stated: "Dean Sun, if you let this fraud treat Mr. Calia, it’s an insult to us and extremely irresponsible to the patient."

Xu Xiangbei blew smoke at Director Zhou, making him cough incessantly.

"Pah, you’re the quack doctor and still have the face to call me that? You really have no shame."

Just as both sides were in a heated argument and deadlock, with Dean Sun unable to make a decision, Zhang Xuesong staunchly supported Xu Xiangbei.

He said sternly: "I trust Dr. Xu’s diagnosis. Since he has a way to cure Mr. Calia, let him try. If it doesn’t work, then treat it as acute spinal inflammation, how about that?"

Calia smiled and also expressed his opinion: "Thank you all for your efforts to treat my illness. Let this Dr. Xu give it a try."

Seeing Calia willing to let Xu Xiangbei try, Director Zhou had no choice and said contemptuously: "Sure, the best way to expose a fraud is to let the fraud reveal himself. Dr. Xu, go on, let’s see how you treat it."

Dean Sun nodded: "Dr. Xu, please show your skills."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled and took out a Taiqing Pill from his pocket. Immediately, a refreshing fragrance filled the air. Calia, originally exhausted, instantly felt invigorated upon smelling the fragrance of the Taiqing Pill.

Calia had seen countless exotic treasures in his lifetime but had never seen such a pill before. His eyes gleamed as he curiously asked: "Dr. Xu, what is that in your hand?"

Xu Xiangbei, with an air of mystery, nodded and said: "This is called a Taiqing Pill, a miraculous medicine made with millennium-old ginseng and many precious Chinese medicinal ingredients. Do you know how much one of these can sell for?"

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the Taiqing Pill in Xu Xiangbei’s hand.

In unison, they asked: "How much?"

Xu Xiangbei, with a smug look, held up one finger.

Director Zhou contemptuously answered first: "One thousand yuan? You’re quite the swindler, claiming a pill mixed with essence could sell for a thousand yuan?"

Xu Xiangbei was momentarily speechless, spat at Director Zhou: "You’re truly a frog in a well. This pill once sold for ten million yuan; one thousand yuan would only let you smell it."

Hearing that this little pill once sold for ten million yuan, everyone was moved, casting skeptical glances, some even scoffing: "Liar, I think it’s all fake."

Only Zhang Xuesong knew Xu Xiangbei’s background. Saying it sold for ten million, even twenty million, was worth it.

He continued to support Xu Xiangbei, smiling: "That’s true, I’ve heard about it too."

Director Zhou glared contemptuously at Zhang Xuesong, convinced that he was Xu Xiangbei’s accomplice.

Facing others’ ridicule, Xu Xiangbei was unfazed, glancing at Dean Sun.

Dean Sun remained silent, neither ridiculing nor believing Xu Xiangbei, his face retained a mechanical smile, offending no one, quietly observing.

To Xu Xiangbei’s surprise, Mr. Calia’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he resolutely said: "I believe it is worth ten million."

Finally, someone recognized its value, and Xu Xiangbei felt very pleased: "Mr. Calia has a keen eye, you’re clearly not an ordinary person, unlike those quacks with short-sightedness, who call it a Strength Pill when it’s clearly a spiritual medicine, pathetic."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei calling him a quack again, Director Zhou was infuriated, flaring his nostrils, about to continue arguing, but was stopped by Mr. Calia.

Calia earnestly asked: "Dr. Xu, I’m willing to buy your pill, should I pay now? Tell me your bank account so I can transfer the money."

Mr. Calia’s words shocked everyone.

They all knew Mr. Calia did business in Huaxia and was a wealthy businessman but didn’t expect he’d truly spend ten million to buy the little pill from Xu Xiangbei.

"No need to pay yet, wait until your illness is cured, then pay. Here, this Taiqing Pill is yours now."

Xu Xiangbei placed the small porcelain bottle containing the Taiqing Pill in Calia’s withered hand.

Calia clasped the small porcelain bottle tightly, his face unable to hide his excitement: "Thank you, Dr. Xu."

Ever since Xu Xiangbei took out the Taiqing Pill, Calia grew more convinced of this young man.

Others couldn’t feel it, but after smelling the fragrance of the Taiqing Pill, he felt the pain in his leg greatly alleviated.

Director Zhou saw it, hated it in his heart, almost popping his eyes out.

Mr. Calia is rich and foolish.

Ten million, I probably won’t earn that much in a lifetime, while this kid can sell a single Strength Pill for ten million, it’s infuriating.