Urban Wolf King

Hua Wulian glanced at the patient covered in tubes, his eyes gleaming, and said, "It's him. Quickly, remove all the equipment from him and send him to the Chinese medicine clinic."

Hearing Hua Wulian's words, the doctor in charge was startled and said, "But, doing this will kill him."

Hua Wulian shouted, "If he dies, he dies. But make sure of one thing: no one lets him die before he enters the Chinese medicine clinic."

The doctor in charge, left with no choice, removed all the tubes from the patient and pushed him out of the emergency room.

Just as they moved through the emergency room doors, the patient's family rushed in anxiously from the outside, quickly blocking the emergency room's doctor. "Doctor, don't give up on the treatment. We've spent hundreds of thousands, but we've borrowed the money. We can still afford the treatment."

Sure enough, the family member held a large bulging bag, seemingly filled with money.

The doctor in charge of the emergency room didn't know how to respond, so he quickly went back to find Hua Wulian.

Upon looking, the doctor was startled, seeing that Hua Wulian had actually ordered the nurses to move all the critical patients out of the emergency room.

Once these patients were moved out, the awaiting family members gathered around, all asking why their patients were being moved out.

At this moment, Hua Wulian approached the families and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are not refusing to treat your patients. It's just that a divine doctor has appeared in our hospital, capable of curing all illnesses. We are now bringing the patients to this divine doctor. Everyone, please seek out this doctor."

Upon hearing this, the families were delighted. There was no need for nurses to push the beds; all the families eagerly pushed the beds themselves, following Hua Wulian.

The doctor in charge of the emergency room, puzzled, approached Hua Wulian and quietly asked, "Young Dean, where do you intend to take my patients?"

Hua Wulian replied, "To the Chinese medicine department."

"What! The Chinese medicine department?" The doctor was stunned. These were critically ill patients; how could they go to the Chinese medicine department? Wasn't this pushing the patients into a fire pit?

As the mass of hospital beds made its way to the Chinese medicine department, Wang Yan was already aware of the commotion and called out calmly, "Ma Jun."

Then, a figure rushed into the room, standing in front of Wang Yan.

Feng Wei was startled. He hadn't seen how Ma Jun appeared, thinking he might have been seeing things, so he quickly rubbed his eyes.

Wang Yan said to Ma Jun, "Go find Hu Wei and get a mushroom."

As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, Ma Jun vanished from sight.

Just as Feng Wei finished rubbing his eyes, he looked up again, only to find no one in front of Wang Yan.

Feng Wei shook his head and said, "Seems like I really am seeing things. Sigh, getting old."

After saying that, Feng Wei habitually rubbed his eyes again, and as soon as he finished, there was indeed a young man standing in front of Wang Yan.

The young man was handing a bizarre-looking mushroom to Wang Yan.

Feng Wei was flabbergasted. He quickly rubbed his eyes again, thinking: Have I seen a ghost?

Feng Wei quickly put his hand down and widened his eyes to look in front of Wang Yan once more.

But by then, there was no one in front of Wang Yan again.

Feng Wei began to tremble with fear and stammered, "There's a ghost, there's a ghost!"

Wang Yan turned to look at Feng Wei and laughed, "There are no ghosts. You were just seeing things."

At this time, Feng Wei was at a loss, dazedly sitting there, eyes fixed in front of Wang Yan, mumbling, "Is there really someone? Is there really someone?"

Just then, footsteps approached, and the first hospital bed was pushed in, with the family member holding money rushing in, shouting, "Divine doctor, divine doctor, please save my father. I have money. I will pay whatever it takes."

Upon rushing into the room, this person immediately saw Feng Wei.

After all, looking at the two people in the room, Feng Wei's age made him resemble a divine doctor.

At that moment, Feng Wei was still frightened, and when someone suddenly rushed in, he was startled and instinctively glanced at the frail elderly man lying on the hospital bed, swallowing hard out of fear.

Because lying on the hospital bed was a frail elder who looked about eighty years old, his breathing extremely weak, as if he could pass at any moment.

Feng Wei hurriedly gestured, "I'm not the divine doctor. He is."

After saying so, Feng Wei pointed at Wang Yan.

The elder's son glanced at Wang Yan, who was so young, and felt a bit skeptical. But since he was already there, he had no choice but to brace himself and walk up to Wang Yan, saying, "Divine doctor? How much to treat my father's illness? Money is no object. Look, I've borrowed three hundred thousand more."

With that, this person opened the money held in his arms to Wang Yan, revealing a bag full of red bills.

Wang Yan glanced at the anxious face of the person in front of him, whose concern and sincerity were apparent.

Inwardly, Wang Yan admired, "A filial son, worthy of saving."

With that thought, Wang Yan shook his head and said, "I can save the elder's life, and it won't cost much."

He quickly responded, "Doctor, don't be modest. I can afford whatever it takes. Just name your price."

Wang Yan said, "Alright, then just one yuan."

"Okay... what, one yuan?" The person blinked in disbelief.

"Yes, just one yuan," Wang Yan stated solemnly.

Seeing Wang Yan so serious, although still skeptical, the man obediently fumbled in his pocket, finally finding a one-yuan bill. He respectfully placed it on Wang Yan's desk but kept a watchful eye on Wang Yan.

Wang Yan didn't even glance at the money, and with a few steps, he approached the eighty-year-old man, examined him closely, and said, "The elder is advanced in age and his body is failing. Ordinarily, it's beyond saving, but seeing your sincere filial piety, I'll save him."

Hearing this, Hua Wulian, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but laugh inwardly: Still being pretentious at this moment, hurry up already, or this old man will die soon. Hahaha, there are over ten critical patients here. Even staying in the emergency room, they couldn't be saved, and in your hands, they'll die even quicker. Hahaha, just try using acupuncture again."

The patient's son was thrilled to hear that there was hope, "Thank you, thank you, divine doctor. Please save him quickly."

However, as he looked around, not seeing any medical equipment in the clinic, he asked curiously, "Doctor, what are you using to save him?"

"Acupuncture!"