Urban Wolf King

As soon as Deng Xin started crying again and looked like she was going to throw herself into his arms, Wang Yan quickly waved his hand, saying, "Stop crying. No matter what the problem is, I'll solve it for you."

Wang Yan was really afraid, afraid that Deng Xin would once again throw herself into his arms, causing his heart to endure another pounding moment.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the crying Deng Xin immediately widened her eyes and looked up at Wang Yan. Through her tear-filled eyes, a trace of joy appeared, and she asked in disbelief, "Wang Yan, you mean you will help me solve it?"

Wang Yan nodded.

Deng Xin's eyes lit up with joy, but then she hesitated, saying, "No, but that is..."

"A hundred thousand yuan, no problem, I'll pay it," Wang Yan said readily.

"Really!" Deng Xin immediately widened her eyes, and although tears still lingered on her face, her smile was as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Deng Xin's smile in the midst of tears was like a morning peony blossoming, with dewdrops on its enchanting petals, appearing even more vibrant, pure, and elegant.

However, Deng Xin suddenly became shy. She lowered her head, clasped her hands together, and twisted the hem of her clothes with force, murmuring in a low voice, "I was just about to sell myself to save my father..."

The first half of the sentence was barely audible, issued from her throat, while the latter half was mouthed silently.

However, Wang Yan heard the first part clearly, which gave him a shiver.

He had transformed into the Grey Wolf to save Tang Jingyi back then, and as a result, Tang Jingyi offered herself as a reward. If he gave Deng Xin a hundred thousand yuan today, would Deng Xin want to sell herself to him?

Wang Yan suddenly felt troubled. A hundred thousand yuan wasn't much to him, but buying back a young wife for a hundred thousand yuan could be a huge problem.

So, Wang Yan quickly asked, "But, what do you need this hundred thousand yuan for?"

Deng Xin answered, "My father is ill and needs a hundred thousand yuan for treatment."

"I see, but what illness could possibly require a hundred thousand yuan?" Wang Yan nodded, contemplating, then waved his hand, saying, "I'll go see the old man."

The three of them took a few steps and came to the elderly man lying on the ground. Wang Yan examined him closely, noticing that the old man looked emaciated and indeed appeared seriously ill.

However, Wang Yan felt something was amiss, because although the old man was sick, he didn't seem to be incurably ill.

Wang Yan extended his hand, placing it on the old man's wrist to feel his pulse.

Deng Xin, seeing this, said in surprise, "Wang Yan, you can diagnose illnesses?"

Wang Yan carefully felt his pulse for a moment and then shook his head in confusion, asking, "The old man's illness is simple; it doesn't require a hundred thousand yuan to cure."

Deng Xin, hearing this, jubilantly asked, "Then how much does it need?"

"I think 200 yuan is enough."

"What, only 200 yuan? How is that possible? Just an MRI costs more than 200 yuan," Deng Xin showed a look of disbelief, then immediately realized, "So you were tricking me too. If you don't want to lend me money, just say so, why use this method to deceive me?"

As she spoke, Deng Xin's tears flowed down like rain, for just now, she thought of Wang Yan as a man she could rely on and trust, but now this man turned out to be deceiving her, so she couldn't hold back her tears.

Wang Yan said, "I didn't deceive you."

Deng Xin vigorously shook her head and said, "No... you are deceiving me, you are completely deceiving me, sobbing..."

As she spoke, Deng Xin began to cry again, then grabbed the stretcher, attempting to help the old man up and leave.

Seeing this, Wang Yan helplessly shook his head: "Women are really inexplicable, just a moment ago it was fine, but now they are changing faces faster than turning a page."

At a glance, Hu Wei immediately blamed Wang Yan, "Ah, you're really clumsy, just a nice girl like this was angered and left because of you, no, I need to think of a way to bring her back."

Thinking of this, Hu Wei quickly said, "Deng Xin, don't go, I'll give you a fortune-telling, I see the old man is full of vitality, he will surely recover within seven days, so you don't have to worry."

What Hu Wei said didn't help; upon hearing those words, Deng Xin showed even more disgust and walked away faster.

Seeing Deng Xin about to help the old man leave, Wang Yan couldn't really just leave the two alone, so he hurriedly said, "Does the old man get up at 12 midnight, coughs up a few mouthfuls of phlegm, then can continue to sleep?"

Deng Xin didn't even turn back, she continued to support the old man and walk away, choking on her sobs while leaving one sentence: "It's none of your business."

Wang Yan shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Also, when he wakes up in the morning, there's blood in his phlegm, at lunch, he likes to eat cold and bitter foods, and at 2 in the afternoon, he sweats profusely, just like he's taken a bath..."

Upon hearing this, Deng Xin suddenly stopped, turning back to look at Wang Yan with astonishment, as if she was seeing him for the first time.

After a moment, Deng Xin asked in amazement, "How... how do you know this?"

Seeing this, Hu Wei couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart, "The boss is indeed the boss, amazing, truly amazing, with just a few words, he brought the girl who was just about to leave back. This trick is way stronger than my fortune-telling skills, I must learn from this."

Thinking of this, Hu Wei immediately perked up his ears, listening carefully.

In his view, what Wang Yan said was just some casually made-up tricks to deceive girls.

However, Deng Xin wasn't thinking like that, because what Wang Yan described were exactly the painful experiences her father endured every day, and everything Wang Yan said was absolutely correct.

Seeing Deng Xin's inquisitive gaze, Wang Yan calmly said, "I told you, I can diagnose illnesses."

By this time, Deng Xin was somewhat convinced, yet she still asked with some doubt, "Then tell me, can 200 yuan really cure my father's illness?"

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Of course, your father only has a common phlegm-induced condition, there are already records in ancient texts, I'll write a prescription for you, and he will be cured in just seven days after taking it."

Upon hearing this, Deng Xin was immediately overjoyed and surprised, yet she then became embarrassed, shyly saying, "Wang Yan, but I misunderstood you just now, treating you like that."

Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, let's discuss it after the old man is cured."

Hearing this, Deng Xin immediately nodded, she ran back to the hospital, found a piece of paper and pen, handed them to Wang Yan, who raised his hand and wrote a prescription, handing it to Deng Xin.

Deng Xin carefully tucked the prescription into her clothing, and then Hu Wei volunteered to accompany Deng Xin in sending the old man back home.

After the three of them left, Wang Yan turned to the hospital behind him, thinking coldly in his heart, "Just a mere phlegm-induced condition, yet they dared to charge a hundred thousand yuan. This hospital, it's truly darker than Hell. Hehe, since Wu Xie won't let me leave the hospital, I'll work in the hospital for a few days, and turn this place upside down."