Chapter 7 - Three Conditions

Zhou Peng likewise had little respect for the young man, Ye Qiu, and did not believe that Ye Qiu could cure Li Qianqian.

However, deep in his heart, he was very conflicted, hoping that Ye Qiu really could cure Li Qianqian’s illness.

That would certainly please Vice Mayor Li.

“Vice President Zhou, then you should hurry and bring him here,” Li Zhiguo said.

As his daughter seemed to be slipping further and further away from him, Li Zhiguo clung to the last bit of hope he had.

Even though Zhou Peng might have been joking just now, he wanted to give it a try.

Zhou Peng exited the ward, took the elevator to the first floor, and indeed saw that Chen Fang and Ye Qiu were still there.

If Ye Qiu had been joking, he would have probably run off by now.

“Can you really cure the Mayor’s daughter’s illness?”

Zhou Peng still asked first.

“There’s no need to ask, seeing that you’ve come down personally to find me, I guessed that the young woman might be in critical condition,” Ye Qiu said indifferently.

Zhou Peng was very surprised; he had not expected Ye Qiu to have really guessed the situation.

Could it be that this young man before him could truly cure the illness of Vice Mayor Li’s daughter?

Chen Fang had no idea what was going on, but when she saw Ye Qiu hastily heading toward the elevator with Zhou Peng, she followed as well.

Because Chen Fang was afraid something might happen to her son.

They took the elevator to the floor where the private VIP wards were, and Zhou Peng led Ye Qiu and Chen Fang to that private VIP ward.

Both Ye Qiu and Chen Fang were familiar with the private VIP ward, as Ye Qiu had been recuperating there for over a month and had only moved out that afternoon.

Now, as Ye Qiu followed Zhou Peng inside, he saw many doctors, both traditional Chinese and Western, in the room.

There were also two nurses who looked at a loss.

Li Zhiguo’s face was very somber and sad.

And Lu Xiuyu, who was crying continuously.

When they saw Ye Qiu really come over, the traditional Chinese and Western doctors at Jinling Hospital stood there, ready to watch Ye Qiu embarrass himself.

Could he really cure Li Qianqian’s illness?

The renowned doctors from Jinling Hospital naturally did not believe it.

“Can you really cure my daughter’s illness?” Li Zhiguo asked.

Ye Qiu nodded.

“Are you sure you’re not joking?

You know who I am; if you dare to joke with me, the consequences will be severe,” Li Zhiguo said to the slight young man in front of him with a stern look.

Ye Qiu glanced at Li Qianqian lying on the hospital bed and realized that if things continued like this, in less than half an hour, she could directly “report” to King Yanluo.

But for him now, as long as there was a last breath, he could save her.

He, on the other hand, appeared not to be in a rush at all.

Chen Fang had never seen such a situation, and the highest-ranking official she had ever met was probably Zhou Peng, the vice president of the hospital.

How could she have ever really met a vice mayor?

Seeing Ye Qiu dare to speak like that in front of Vice Mayor Li, she was very scared.

After all, she could tell that Vice Mayor Li was not joking.

“Mom, you don’t need to worry, just watch from the side,” Ye Qiu said to Chen Fang, who looked somewhat frightened.

“Mayor Li, I am not joking, I can completely cure your daughter’s illness.

But I do have my conditions.”

Zhou Peng and the other doctors at Jinling Hospital, as well as Chen Fang, never expected that Ye Qiu would still be in the mood to negotiate terms with Li Zhiguo.

If it were any other doctor, they would probably have already knelt down to treat Li Qianqian, so why bother discussing terms with Li Zhiguo?

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiguo was not unhappy; instead, he said, “As long as you cure my daughter’s illness, any condition can be proposed.”

“I’m just afraid that you won’t be able to do it when the time comes!”

“Hmph, as long as it doesn’t violate the law of the country, what can’t I do?” Li Zhiguo said.

“Fine, listen.

Three very simple conditions.”

“First, the more than a hundred thousand I owe Jinling Hospital, you’ll pay off in one go.

Second, I want Zhou Peng to kneel in the first-floor hall and bark like a dog, then say, ‘I am a bootlicker,’ for a duration of fifteen minutes.

Third, fire all the security guards who just tried to hit me.”

What Li Zhiguo hadn’t expected were that these three conditions were the ones Ye Qiu had demanded.

Aside from the second condition being odd, the other two were quite easy to fulfill.

Zhou Peng hadn’t expected that Ye Qiu would actually ask him to do such a thing; wouldn’t that mean he’d lose all face at Jinling Hospital?

“These are my terms.

If you agree and fulfill them, I’ll immediately start treating Li Qianqian,”

Ye Qiu spoke indifferently.

Chen Fang was somewhat dumbfounded and tried to pull on Ye Qiu.

However, Ye Qiu was unmoved.

After all, Zhou Peng and the security guards had just gone too far.

Zhou Peng appeared very embarrassed; he really wanted to refuse to do such a thing.

For anyone else, doing so might be more painful than death.

But Zhou Peng quickly came to his senses and looked towards Li Zhiguo, saying, “Mayor Li, to cure Li Qianqian’s illness, what’s a little humiliation for me?

I’ll do it right now.”

Ye Qiu hadn’t expected Zhou Peng to actually curry favor so quickly, directly bringing himself closer to Li Zhiguo.

Li Zhiguo seemed quite touched as he said, “Deputy Director Zhou, I’ll remember what you’ve done.”

However, he looked at Ye Qiu again and said, “If you dare to joke with me, the consequences will be very serious.”

Now the other two conditions, in the eyes of Zhou Peng and Li Zhiguo, hardly seemed like conditions at all.

After all, more than a hundred thousand yuan meant nothing to Li Zhiguo.

As for firing those security guards, it was just a matter of a word for the hospital.

As Deputy Director Zhou barked like a dog downstairs in the lobby and proclaimed himself a flatterer, many patients and their families surrounded Zhou Peng, making him look like someone with a mental disorder.

They pointed and laughed at Zhou Peng from time to time, causing him great disgrace.

However, Zhou Peng knew, if Ye Qiu didn’t cure Li Qianqian’s illness eventually, he would have a hundred and a thousand ways to torment him.

Li Zhiguo’s secretary, Xiao Zhang, quickly went over to settle the debt Ye Qiu owed.

The other nine security guards were all fired by the hospital.

The three conditions were swiftly met.

By the time Zhou Peng came upstairs, Li Zhiguo was already showing signs of impatience.

All three conditions had been met, yet Ye Qiu still hadn’t started treating his daughter.

Ye Qiu said, “No rush.”

When he came to Li Qianqian and picked up her left hand, it was then that he truly observed her for the first time.

It was evident that Li Qianqian bore some resemblance to Lu Xiuyu; she had been very beautiful, but muscle atrophy had changed her greatly compared to before.

“Bring the Silver Needle,” Ye Qiu instructed.

A female nurse snapped back to attention and hurriedly brought over the Silver Needle.

The Western and traditional Chinese medicine doctors of Jinling who had remained to watch were still skeptical about Ye Qiu’s ability to cure Li Qianqian’s illness.

But if Ye Qiu couldn’t, why would he dare to set those three conditions?