“Not good, not good! Director Lin, someone is causing trouble!”
The office door suddenly burst open, and a young nurse rushed in, her face filled with anxiety.
“Causing trouble?” Lin Moli, dressed in a professional suit with high heels and black stockings, exuding the aura of a strong businesswoman, immediately stood up from the sofa. “Take me to see.”
Without waiting for Jiang Fei and Qiao Yiyi, she followed the nurse out of the office.
It was already 5:30 in the afternoon. Qiao Yiyi’s manager, Aunt Mei, had already left. Jiang Fei was about to head home with Qiao Yiyi and Lin Moli, ending this rare day of work. But who would have thought that trouble would arise at this hour?
Jiang Fei rubbed his nose. Lin Moli was really becoming more and more like a strong businesswoman. Here he was, a grown man and the largest shareholder of the hospital, yet she didn’t even think to ask him to handle the situation, choosing to deal with it herself.
“Having such a beautiful partner in business is great!” Jiang Fei thought to himself. He was naturally lazy and hated dealing with too many responsibilities. Having someone like Lin Moli as a partner was perfect for him.
“But who dares to cause trouble in my territory?” Jiang Fei wondered.
Since he happened to be here today, even if Lin Moli didn’t ask for his help, as a man, he still had to step up. He couldn’t let the women handle everything.
Turning to Qiao Yiyi, who was sitting on the sofa, Jiang Fei said, “Yiyi, stay in the office. I’ll go out and see what’s going on. Once Moli and I deal with the troublemakers, we’ll head back to Daocun.”
Qiao Yiyi, who was holding a magazine, nodded in agreement.
Her fame brought her countless accolades and adoration from millions, but it also came with endless troubles. She could no longer live like an ordinary person. Wherever she went, whether shopping or dining, she had to be fully armed, hiding her face behind large sunglasses.
Even when Qiao Yiyi had toured the hospital with Lin Moli earlier, she had been cautious, wearing sunglasses the entire time.
“Ordinary patients wouldn’t come to cause trouble at the clinic, right?” Jiang Fei thought as he walked out of the office. Since the hospital opened, there hadn’t been any medical disputes, not even with severe cases. So it was unlikely that a patient who had been wronged would come to make a scene.
“If it’s not a patient, could it be some rival or a spoiled rich kid?” Jiang Fei frowned as he considered the possibilities.
When he thought about who might be causing trouble, Jiang Fei immediately thought of Gao Hengyuan, the unlucky guy whose BMW sports car had been turned into scrap metal and who had been kicked flying by Ye Yuanyuan.
But that guy probably wouldn’t dare to cause trouble again. The lesson Ye Yuanyuan had taught him last time was enough to scare him out of his wits. He hadn’t even dared to complain about his ruined car, which was worth hundreds of thousands. If he came back for more, it wouldn’t be trouble—it would be suicide…
Aside from Jiang Fei’s private office, Lin Moli also had a small office. The other five doctors—Wang Xueyi, Gu Hao, Yang Gang, Chen Zhihong, and Wang Lingling—were spread across two larger offices.
Beyond that, there were a few dedicated patient rooms and massage rooms. Traditional Chinese medicine clinics were much simpler than Western ones, with fewer departments.
The five doctors were divided into two groups. Wang Xueyi and Chen Zhihong were in one group, handling internal medicine, while Gu Hao, Yang Gang, and Wang Lingling were in the other, handling external medicine.
This time, the trouble was in Wang Xueyi’s internal medicine department.
However, the so-called “trouble” wasn’t what Jiang Fei had imagined.
The “troublemakers” were three people. Two of them were burly, strong-looking young men with fierce expressions, clearly the type you wouldn’t want to mess with. These two were currently red-faced, angrily confronting Chen Zhihong, one of the male doctors at Jiang’s clinic. It looked like they were on the verge of throwing punches.
Fortunately, others were holding them back, or else things would have gotten violent.
Next to the two men was an elderly man, around sixty years old, hunched over and very frail. Despite his thin frame, his stomach was noticeably swollen, like that of a pregnant woman, completely out of proportion with the rest of his body.
What’s more, the old man seemed to emit a foul odor that made everyone around him wrinkle their noses and want to cover their faces.
The smell was indescribable—like rot, but worse. It carried far, reaching even two or three meters away.
Everyone except the old man and the two young men was struggling to hold back their nausea, feeling like they were about to vomit.
Another thing worth noting was that the two young men and the old man, though dressed in Han clothing, had features, skin tone, and nose shapes that suggested they were from a minority group, likely from a highland region.
In many cities, people were often wary of such individuals, fearing they might pull out a knife or force you to buy overpriced goods. With the addition of the “stink bomb” they brought with them, they were even less welcome!
“Say that again if you dare!” one of the young minority men, with a small braid in his hair, shouted angrily at Liu Zhihong, his Mandarin heavily accented.
“I said what I said! What are you going to do about it? Your father’s illness is incurable. He’s just waiting to die! Next time you go to a doctor, wash off the stench first, or no one will want to treat you! Doctors aren’t like you people—we can’t stand the smell!” Liu Zhihong shot back, equally furious.
Liu Zhihong was a tall, strong man, the most robust among the five doctors Jiang Fei had hired. But at the moment, his white coat was disheveled, and a few buttons were missing. It seemed he had already gotten into a scuffle with the two men.
“Sangzhu, tell Dunzhu to stop arguing. Let’s go. I don’t have much time left. I want to die at home, not here,” the old man said weakly but firmly to the slightly thinner of the two young men.
“Dad, these people are too much! They always look down on us. Even if we don’t get treatment, we need to stand up for ourselves!” the man named Sangzhu said angrily.
They were proud men, not beggars. They had come seeking medical help, not to be insulted.
If the doctors couldn’t or wouldn’t treat them, that was fine. But they didn’t deserve to be treated with such disrespect.
Sangzhu knew that some of his fellow countrymen had earned a bad reputation, but that didn’t mean all of them were the same. Most were kind and hospitable!
They didn’t deserve this prejudice!
“Enough! What’s going on here?” Lin Moli, arriving before Jiang Fei, pushed her way into the crowd and demanded sternly.
Lin Moli had been spending a lot of time at Jiang’s clinic lately, managing all sorts of affairs and keeping everything in order. As a result, everyone in the hospital—doctors, nurses, and cleaning staff alike—respected her greatly. Her words carried weight.
Wang Xueyi quickly stepped forward and explained anxiously, “This old man has pancreatic cancer. After consultations with experts from major hospitals, it’s been determined that the cancer is in its late stages and has spread extensively. Surgery is no longer an option. Liu Zhihong and I examined him earlier and concluded that he has only one to three months left. That’s not the issue, though. The problem is that Liu Zhihong used some harsh words, which angered the old man’s sons, leading to this situation.”
Lin Moli frowned. “So, it’s not these three causing trouble, but Liu Zhihong’s poor handling of the situation?”
“Well… that’s about right,” Wang Xueyi admitted awkwardly. Liu Zhihong’s words had indeed been too harsh. Even as a bystander, she found them inappropriate. It was no wonder the old man’s sons were furious.
Their father was already dying, and to hear such insensitive remarks only added to their grief.
Of course, Wang Xueyi didn’t think Liu Zhihong was lying. He was just being brutally honest. The old man’s odor was unbearable for anyone.
But sometimes, even if the truth hurts, it’s better left unsaid. As doctors, they needed to consider their patients’ feelings.
“Are you Director Jiang Fei, the famous acupuncture master?” the braided man, Dunzhu, asked angrily, glaring at Lin Moli.
These people had only heard of the legendary Dr. Jiang but had never seen him in person, so they didn’t even know if he was a man or a woman.
Lin Moli, looking serious, was about to respond when a large hand reached from behind and gently pulled her back. A calm voice said, “I’ve seen everything. Let me handle this.”
With that, Jiang Fei stepped forward, smiling warmly at the two men. “Hello. I’m Jiang Fei, the director of this hospital…”
