Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Zheng Tingqiang, who is Zheng Tingqiang?" At this moment, a nurse shouted loudly.

"I am!" Mr. Zheng stood up and answered.

"Here to collect the results!" The nurse replied.

Mr. Zheng walked forward and took a piece of paper from the nurse's hand.

After taking it, he looked down and his face turned pale instantly. His eyes became dull. The paper slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The reason Gu Mingyue appeared like this was because the paper clearly read: Upon examination, it is possible you have early-stage nasal cancer, but it is not severe. Please stay for further tests!

After a while, Zheng Tingqiang calmed down, picked up the fallen diagnosis paper, and walked over to the chairs where Mi Cai and Zhu Bufan were sitting.

Seeing Mr. Zheng coming over, Mi Cai immediately stood up from the metal chair, her expression tense, and asked Mr. Zheng, "Mr. Zheng, how is it?"

Zhu Bufan, as if he knew the result already, didn't show much change on his face, but still slowly stood up.

Zheng Tingqiang bowed his head, his expression looking rather unpleasant, and without responding to Mi Cai's question, he handed the diagnosis paper to her.

Mi Cai took the diagnosis paper and looked at it, suddenly became a bit excited and couldn't help exclaiming, "That's great!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, both Mr. Zheng and Zhu Bufan looked at Mi Cai strangely. Mi Cai felt embarrassed, inwardly cursing herself for being foolish, saying "that's great" when someone else is diagnosed with a disease was really asking for trouble, she quickly corrected herself: "Mr. Zheng, I deeply regret this result, but don't worry too much, fortunately, it was discovered early. With prompt treatment, I believe you'll recover fully soon. So you don't need to worry about anything, you are still young, and medical science is so advanced now."

"Ah!" Mr. Zheng sighed deeply.

At that moment, Mi Cai looked at Zhu Bufan with surprise, having a big question in her mind, how exactly did Zhu Bufan recognize that Mr. Zheng was sick, and even detailed it as early-stage nasal cancer. Although she knew Zhu Bufan's medical skills were decent, diagnosing in a glance was unheard of for her.

Zhu Bufan, seeing Mi Cai looking at him, instantly showed a smug expression.

"Just my lucky moment, what's there to be proud of!" Mi Cai thought to herself, and stopped paying attention to Zhu Bufan.

Zheng Tingqiang didn't say anything, just bowed his head and sat down on the metal long chair.

Zhu Bufan and Mi Cai didn't speak and disturb Zheng Tingqiang, knowing that nothing they said would be appropriate now, and only waited for Mr. Zheng to speak for himself.

After a long while, Mr. Zheng finally spoke:

"Zhu Bufan, right! I truly thank you, if not for you, I wouldn't have known that there was something wrong with my health. If that were the case, my life would have been in jeopardy. To thank you for saving my life, I am willing to cooperate with your investigation!"

"But I am very curious about how exactly you knew I was sick, and even described it so accurately!" Zheng Tingqiang looked at Zhu Bufan with doubt.

At that moment, Mi Cai was also very curious, looking at Zhu Bufan with a deep desire for an answer.

"Haha, do you really want to know?" Zhu Bufan laughed.

Mi Cai instantly rolled her eyes at Zhu Bufan, isn't that obvious? Didn't you see my eager look? Mi Cai almost wanted to slap Zhu Bufan for showing off, then add, "Would you die if you stopped showing off?"

"Mm!" Zheng Tingqiang nodded, indicating that he really wanted to know how Zhu Bufan had discovered that he had nasal cancer.

"Well! It's like this, I'm actually a doctor, and I happen to have seen symptoms like yours before, and indeed, I have treated such patients too," Zhu Bufan said with an air of mystery.

"Mm..."

"Are you saying, you can cure my illness?" Zheng Tingqiang immediately reacted, extremely excited.

Joking aside, as shrewd as he is, he understood immediately. Zhu Bufan accurately diagnosed his illness, and though he didn't believe it initially, an examination at the hospital confirmed Zhu Bufan's words. Since Zhu Bufan could so accurately name the illness, Zheng Tingqiang, of course, believed him when he said he could treat it—Zheng intensely believed Zhu Bufan.

Otherwise, how could Zhu Bufan know exactly what illness he had just by looking?

Thus, Zheng Tingqiang was truly excited.

"Mr. Zhu, if you can cure my disease, not only will I cooperate with your investigation, but I will also help you investigate. I will spare no expense or effort," Zheng Tingqiang said.

Joking aside, Zheng Tingqiang was only thirty-three years old. Although it was diagnosed as early-stage nasal cancer, Zheng Tingqiang deeply understood that hospitals actually have little confidence in treating cancer.

A friend of his had early-stage stomach cancer, which the hospital turned into late-stage, and now he was barely hanging on; hence, he was very afraid.

Rich people cherish their lives, while poor people cherish their money—it's truly accurate. Wealthy individuals love their lives because they enjoy them with their wealth. If their lives were suddenly cut short, how could they continue enjoying? Poor people lack money and enjoyment, so they desperately make money.

That's the disparity!

"Haha, Mr. Zheng, don't get too excited just yet. I can indeed treat your illness, but it will take some time and be quite painful, as I'll be using acupuncture and herbal medicine. The herbs are very bitter and require many doses. I wonder if you, Mr. Zheng, can endure it..." Zhu Bufan said.

For Zhu Bufan, treating Zheng Tingqiang's nasal cancer wasn't supposed to be so troublesome; he just needed to use his spiritual power and accurately kill the cancer cells, just as he did for Secretary Zhang.

However, Zhu Bufan couldn't explain it like that to Zheng Tingqiang; after all, it was too shocking. Explaining from the perspective of traditional medicine, he would surely accept it.

After all, traditional Chinese medicine is profoundly deep.

"Haha, who would have thought, Mr. Zhu is also a practitioner of traditional medicine! With what you've said, how could I, Zheng Tingqiang, not bear it? I'm not some delicate young master! If Mr. Zhu can cure my disease, what's wrong with suffering a bit?" Zheng Tingqiang laughed heartily.

"Then good, let's return to your company first to talk about it! After all, I'm here competing with hospitals for business, aren't I? It wouldn't be good if they found out!" Zhu Bufan said.

"Haha..."

Mi Cai just gave Zhu Bufan a white eye.

The reason Zhu Bufan requested to return to Zheng Tingqiang's office was that he actually wanted to push Zheng Tingqiang to immediately cooperate with Mi Cai on investigating the matters of damp goods.

Zheng Tingqiang also understood instantly.

"Alright, Mr. Zhu, as soon as I return to the company, I'll start investigating your issues. However, you also need to start treating me immediately, after all, this is cancer!" Zheng Tingqiang said.

"Haha, I will do my best, Mr. Zheng. You just rest assured..."

Then, the three left the city hospital and headed back to Huixiang Group's building once again.