I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 925 - 924: There Are No Experts Like That in Jiang City

Looking for a doctor?Upstairs, Beisitian and the others exchanged glances in surprise.

Downstairs, He Wenbo looked helpless and said, "Young Master Zhan, this is a hotel... and Heavenly Blessing specializes in medicinal cuisine, not a hospital... you’ve really come to the wrong place looking for a doctor."

Zhan Hongjun took a few steps forward. He was half a head taller than He Wenbo, but he couldn’t overpower He Wenbo in terms of aura, which he found interesting.

"Mr. He, I’m sure you know who I am."

He Wenbo chuckled wryly, "Secretary Zhan’s son, how could I not know."

The three young masters who came were all people of high status. Zhan Hongjun was the only son of the municipal party secretary. The one wearing big headphones and looking very dashing was Le Jiayang, the nephew of Jiang City’s mayor. The Le Family itself was a well-established family in Jiang City.

Another one, with a toothpick in his mouth, was named Gu Haiqing. His background was a mystery, but whether it was the municipal party secretary’s son or the Le Family’s young master, they were all very friendly and equal with Gu Haiqing, indicating he was no simple person.

Zhan Hongjun smiled and said, "Since you know, you also know why I’m here to see you."

He Wenbo knew that the person behind Heavenly Blessing was a remarkable figure, the head of Qingyu. But as a regional manager, he hadn’t even seen any of Qingyu’s people, let alone invite them. Moreover, this young master was not affiliated with him in any way, so why should he invite them?

So all He Wenbo could do was play dumb. He couldn’t invite anyone. He didn’t have the face or the guts.

"Young Master Zhan, I’d be lying if I say otherwise. You’re a well-known figure, but I’m just limited to Jiang City. If you’re looking for a famous doctor here, your status as Young Master Zhan is much greater than mine. I’m really of no use here." He Wenbo maintained a smiling face.

Zhan Hongjun’s smile faded a bit. Looking at He Wenbo’s cunning old face, he felt both angry and helpless. If it were the manager of a normal hotel, even a ten-star hotel, he could make it difficult for him. But Heavenly Blessing was different. The people behind it had intricate connections, both military and political, which he couldn’t afford to offend.

"True, so Mr. He only knows people in Jiang City, meaning I still have to make a trip to Beijing. The headquarters of Heavenly Blessing in Beijing should be able to help, right? I’ll say Mr. He recommended me, and surely someone will attend to me, right?" Zhan Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said, then turned to leave.

This scared He Wenbo so much that he quickly stepped forward to stop him. If he really went to the headquarters in Beijing and said it was on He Wenbo’s recommendation, He Wenbo’s position wouldn’t be safe!

By then, the headquarters wouldn’t care whether it was true or not, and someone just showing up would mean He Wenbo was shifting responsibility onto them!

"Young Master Zhan! Young Master Zhan! How about we have a chat inside?"

"No thanks."

He Wenbo watched as Zhan Hongjun continued to walk, feeling utterly helpless. Why was he so unlucky to run into someone so difficult!

"It’s like this, I suddenly remembered something. How about we talk inside?" He Wenbo wanted to coax Zhan Hongjun inside to pacify him first.

"I’m not interested in other matters." Zhan Hongjun wasn’t fooled, having dealt with He Wenbo several times. If he fell for it again, he’d really be an idiot.

Determined to go to Beijing, Zhan Hongjun walked one after the other with He Wenbo towards the exit, testing to see who would cave first.

Le Jiayang walked a couple of steps forward, realized there was no one beside him, and turned around to see that Gu Haiqing hadn’t followed.

"Brother Haiqing?" Le Jiayang looked at Gu Haiqing, who was staring up at someone. Following his gaze, he saw a family of three standing above.

Le Jiayang was accustomed to seeing handsome men, beautiful women, and second-generation rich kids, but these three were quite attention-grabbing. The woman’s demeanor was calm and composed, while the man... had an arrogant aura that was inexplicably annoying, probably a case of opposite genders attracting or repelling, mainly because his presence seemed overpowering.

Hearing Le Jiayang’s call, Gu Haiqing snapped back to reality, leisurely walked over to Le Jiayang, and glanced back again to find that the three people had disappeared.

"Those three don’t look like they’re from Jiang City," Le Jiayang said.

"No." Gu Haiqing replied softly, "They’re not from Jiang City."

Curious about Gu Haiqing’s certainty, Le Jiayang caught up and asked, "How do you know, Brother Haiqing?"

The toothpick in Gu Haiqing’s mouth wobbled, "Jiang City doesn’t have experts like that."

Le Jiayang was taken aback. For Gu Haiqing to call someone an expert, they must indeed be true experts. How could Jiang City have such figures?

"Let Xiao Zhan know, don’t go to Beijing," Gu Haiqing said, then left.

Le Jiayang whistled, "Alright, I’ll let him know right away."

He Wenbo and Zhan Hongjun maneuvered around each other for a while, with neither gaining the upper hand. Mainly, He Wenbo realized Zhan Hongjun wasn’t that determined to go to Beijing; he felt there was still room for maneuver.

But later, Zhan Hongjun was called away by someone, which relieved He Wenbo, and he quickly returned to the lobby.

The three people on the second floor were already gone. He Wenbo thought for a moment, then dialed Wei Zhongxun’s number to report what had happened and see if there was anything else he needed to ask about.

"There’s nothing more, go about your business," Wei Zhongxun said over the phone.

He Wenbo thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Wei, Zhan Hongjun isn’t the average playboy. He doesn’t make unreasonable trouble, but since he mentioned wanting to go to Beijing, he might really do it."

Wei Zhongxun detected the implication in his words, the corner of his mouth curling up, "What, should I listen to his grievances to prevent him from causing trouble in Beijing? It seems you two have a good rapport, thinking of helping him?"

He Wenbo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "Mr. Wei misunderstood, it’s my fault for speaking out of turn, please forgive me!"

After hanging up the phone, the back of He Wenbo’s clothes was soaked. Despite Wei Zhongxun’s casual tone, he felt immense pressure. This young man, as someone close to her, had a few simple words that could make someone without a steady mind tremble in voice.

Indeed, he had intended to help Zhan Hongjun with his earlier comments. His father had power, significant power, but he wasn’t a playboy and was different from those upper-class young masters and ladies. Despite being young, he had already started his own company, and all the initial capital was earned by himself, without using a penny of Secretary Zhan’s money.

He Wenbo quite admired this young man, and even though this incident brought him a lot of trouble, he didn’t resort to any underhanded tactics, though he was a bit of a rogue...