in2ebook Chapter 843 Yes, this clinic is mine.
Chapter 843 Yes, this clinic is mine.
The shopkeeper said politely, "The boss is usually busy and doesn't show his face. If you need anything, young master, just come to me."
Song Ruier said angrily, "You're trying to fool me with your sweet talk. I want to see your boss and see who he is."
“You lackeys, you have never wronged me before, if you really want to harm me, it must be because someone is behind it.”
The shopkeeper put on a stern face: "Young master, how could you make such malicious speculations and say such despicable things at such a young age? If you insist on blaming Xuanhu Medical Clinic for this, Xuanhu Medical Clinic will not admit it. Why don't you ask the doctor to examine the dregs and medicine juices used earlier to see if there is any problem?"
Song Ruier choked; he had already had the medicine and dregs cleaned up long ago.
He wanted to avoid letting those wealthy young men know that his right hand was crippled.
"Several days have passed, and there's no medicine or dregs left, but does that absolve your Xuanhu Medical Clinic of its crimes?"
The shopkeeper couldn't help but laugh, then sighed helplessly.
“Young master, look at what you’re saying. Without evidence, how can you prove that there’s a problem with the medicine used at Xuanhu Medical Clinic? That’s just unreasonable.”
"I need to see your boss, or I'll report you to the authorities."
“I have passed the provincial examination and become a tribute student. I will soon be able to participate in the palace examination in front of the emperor. No matter what, I am a prospective official. How dare a small medical clinic dare to act so presumptuously in front of me and make fun of me like this? When the Dali Temple receives the report, it will definitely take this matter seriously and investigate the truth clearly.”
The shopkeeper was still a little surprised that this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was actually a tribute student.
He was clearly extremely intelligent, good at learning and taking exams, but unexpectedly, he was someone who wanted to kill his mother.
If someone like that becomes an official, countless people will suffer.
But what is a mere tribute student compared to the Princess Zhenguo? He's not even worthy to carry her shoes.
"To be honest, the boss is always elusive, and we don't know where he is."
His words confirmed Song Ruier's suspicions even more.
The person he hated most often disappeared without a trace, sometimes for ten days or half a month at a time.
"Is she a girl, around seventeen years old?" Song Ruier asked aggressively.
The shopkeeper shook his head again: "I'm sorry I can't say. If the young master has something to discuss, he should talk to me, the shopkeeper."
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."
Song Ruier gave a cold laugh and walked out.
He now holds a certain status, and he refuses to believe that the Dali Temple won't stand up for him. Even if the Dali Temple doesn't intervene, his influential friends will put pressure on Xuanhu Medical Clinic.
If we don't give him an explanation and heal his hand, this clinic can forget about staying open, and none of the people inside can survive.
A figure stood at the doorway. Upon seeing the person, Song Ruier instinctively took a step back, her pupils shrinking.
Qiao Lian'er arrived at some unknown time and stood there with a smile on her face, as if she were enjoying his predicament.
“This medical clinic is mine, Mr. Pang. What brings you here making such a fuss?”
Song Ruier's suspicions were immediately confirmed. Anger surged in her chest, rushed to her head, and her eyes instantly turned red.
He just couldn't understand how, out of so many clinics, he had barged into Qiao Lian'er's clinic and become her prey.
"Qiao Lian'er, it was you, you bitch! You broke my right hand and wanted to destroy it completely, so that my right hand could never write again and that my imperial examination would not go smoothly, wasn't that right?"
Qiao Lian'er raised an eyebrow: "So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Do we need so many roundabout ways between us?"
"You want to kill your own mother without a shred of conscience. I'm just acting on behalf of Heaven."
Song Ruier felt large clumps of blood spreading through his mind, blinding him and making him unable to think for a moment, almost causing him to faint.
He knew very well that once Qiao Lian'er made her move, even if he used other effective methods, his hand would lose most of its function.
He finally made it through the tough times, his imperial examination, his future—was he going to be ruined by her?
"You, you..." Song Ruier pointed at Qiao Lian'er, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.
Qiao Lian'er instructed the shop assistant: "Throw it across the street."
Do not interfere with the medical treatment provided by the Xuanhu Clinic.
Several young noblemen were strolling down the street when they saw a person lying on the side of the road. Some pedestrians were gathered around, pointing and whispering, but none of them dared to approach.
If someone deliberately leaves a problematic person on the street, anyone who tries to help them up will be accused of knocking them down and may end up losing everything in the process.
Such extortion and staged accidents are not uncommon in Beijing, because there are many wealthy people there.
But these noble young men were not afraid; they were powerful and influential, and not just anyone would dare to extort them.
So, driven by curiosity, they went closer to see what was going on.
"Brother Liu, don't you think this person looks a little familiar?"
The man called Brother Liu waved his folding fan as he examined the person curled up on the ground with his back to the crowd.
"The figure looks familiar; could it be someone we know?"
Another young man said, "Then let's see what's going on." He then went to flip the man over.
He was stopped by a young man surnamed Zhang.
"Brother Li, no rush, how about we make a bet?"
"I don't think anyone we know would be in such a sorry state, lying on the street like that. It would be so embarrassing and shameful."
"If you know me, give me your valuables. If you don't, I'll book the whole restaurant and theater for today. How about that?"
Song Ruier was in a daze, but he knew from the voices that they were his friends.
When it rains, it pours; I never expected to run into them under such circumstances.
He just couldn't understand why he'd been so unlucky lately.
Not wanting them to see him like this, he crawled forward with all his might.
The young master surnamed Liu took two steps forward and stepped hard on his wrist, but it was on the side where the bone was broken. He grimaced in pain, broke out in a cold sweat, and regained his senses.
He buried his face even lower, his clenched teeth trembling, and for a moment, he even had thoughts of dying.
“Let’s gamble. I don’t think they’re the respectable people we know. They’re probably the ones who’re trying to curry favor with us, people whose status is a bit low, but we still know them. I’m willing to accept the consequences of my bet,” said the young man surnamed Liu.
They took out the bets and showed them to the young master surnamed Zhang.
The young master surnamed Zhang was quite satisfied: "Leave the matter of verifying your identity to me."
He walked over and kicked the person on the ground over.