Squeak!
Mo Hongti, who was driving, heard her father let out a sharp scream and, without time to look back, slammed on the brakes.
The car behind them belonged to Mo Haishan and his son.
Mo Bin, who was driving, never expected Mo Hongti to brake so suddenly.
He cried out in alarm and, while frantically braking, the car still rear-ended Mo Hongti's.
The car jolted violently.
But Mo Hongti paid it no mind. She looked back, gasping, "Dad, what's wrong? Doctor Sun, what happened to my dad!?"
What happened to Old Mo?
Doctor Sun, living up to his reputation as a master physician (he had sensed something was wrong when he took Old Mo's pulse earlier), hastily replied, his voice trembling, "That young man tampered with things while giving Old Mo acupuncture."
What?
Mo Hongti froze.
At this moment, Old Mo, his face contorted with extreme pain but unable to pass out, grabbed his daughter's hand and cried hoarsely, "Quick, quickly go back and find that Li Qianfan. Ah, it's so agonizing! Hurry, hurry, just kill me!"
"He actually dared to tamper with my father."
Mo Hongti's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"What's wrong? What happened to Dad?"
Mo Haishan rushed to the car door and knocked on it, asking anxiously.
"Get out of the way. Back to Guangming Hospital."
Seeing her father's agonized screams growing hoarser, his body spasming as if electrocuted, yet enduring the pain without fainting, Mo Hongti sternly told Mo Haishan and his son, then started the car.
Bang!
Without time to turn at the intersection ahead, she wrenched the steering wheel, crashing into the median guardrail.
As her car sped back the way they came, Mo Hongti made a phone call, "Zhang Bao, bring thirty brothers and rush to Guangming Hospital immediately!"
Guangming Hospital.
Zeng Ting, her face flushed, finally endured the hour.
She hurriedly jumped out, put on her white leather shoes, and practically fled the VIP ward.
"Why do I feel like she's just like those scumbags who don't pay after getting what they want?"
Li Qianfan, full of confusion, lazily got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
A VIP ward, of course, had a bathroom.
Li Qianfan whistled as he dried himself with a towel and heard the ward door being pushed open violently.
He knew, some old geezer had returned to the hospital.
As expected.
Zeng Ting's anxious voice came from outside, "Li Qianfan! Quick, come out. The Mo family is here again."
In the院长's office.
Old Mo, now sallow-faced, as if he had just been pulled from water (cold sweat), was no longer spasming or screaming.
That indescribable pain had only tormented him for a maximum of one hundred seconds.
But in those hundred seconds, he had slammed his head against the car seat 120 times.
Thinking of that feeling, his pupils constricted uncontrollably.
Mo Haishan and his son sat on either side of him, tightly supporting him.
Doctor Sun was making a call by the window.
Mo Hongti bit her lip until it bled, staring fixedly at Su Ziyu.
Su Ziyu sat behind the desk, her fingers interlaced, her gaze calm as she met Mo Hongti's eyes.
On the surface, at least, she was composed.
But the legs hidden beneath the desk were trembling uncontrollably.
She could tell that Mo Hongti truly harbored murderous intent towards her.
"Today, if you don't cure my father."
Mo Hongti licked the blood from her lips with her tongue and gave Su Ziyu a sinister smile, "Tonight, I'll have Mo Bin find at least three men to serve you together."
Mo Bin, sitting on the sofa,'s eyes lit up.
Outside the door.
Li Qianfan's voice suddenly boomed, "Get out of the way, all of you! Don't you see this divine doctor has arrived, here to treat that old man who talks out of his backside?"
Mo Hongti whipped her head around.
Bang!
Li Qianfan raised his hand and shoved a Mo family member standing at the door forcefully out.
"Li Qianfan."
Seeing him enter, Mo Hongti strode over, her voice a low growl.
Before she could finish her menacing words, Li Qianfan abruptly raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, "Bitch, get lost!"
He dared to hit Mo Hongti!?
Everyone inside and outside the room was stunned.
Mo Hongti herself saw stars—
"Wife, don't be afraid. With me here, even if the sky falls, it'll be alright."
After slapping Mo Hongti away, Li Qianfan ignored her and walked behind Su Ziyu, who was also stunned.
With the most standard doting smile on his face, he began to massage Su Ziyu's neck.
When Su Ziyu had massaged his back earlier, he had, based on the slight clicking sounds from her joints as she rebounded from the force of her punches, deduced that she had a problem with her cervical spine.
This was a lingering issue from Su Ziyu's long hours of desk work, especially from her childhood taekwondo training where her movements were not precise.
Every man cherishes his wife—
Crack.
Su Ziyu heard a slight crack from her joints and suddenly came to her senses.
She was about to turn her head to avoid Li Qianfan's hands.
But—
His massage felt so good!
"Old man, I'll give you a few choices too."
Li Qianfan massaged with just the right amount of force, looking at Old Mo.
One, Old Mo will have to endure unbearable pain every day for the next three to five years.
Two, climb to the rooftop of Guangming Hospital and jump to your death.
Three—
"Every month, I will give you acupuncture," Li Qianfan said calmly. "This will guarantee you won't suffer that pain for a month. Of course, this is on the condition that the Mo family stops harassing my wife."
Old Mo's lips moved, but he said nothing.
Mo Hongti's senses returned.
She raised her hand, wiped her swollen left cheek, and asked softly, "And the fourth?"
Li Qianfan answered directly, "There is no fourth."
Mo Hongti looked into his eyes and asked again, "When you were saving my father, you anticipated we would make things difficult for you? So you deliberately harmed my father beforehand?"
"I didn't anticipate it."
Li Qianfan thought for a moment and told the truth, "I still trusted you to keep your word."
"Then why did you harm my father?"
Mo Hongti's gaze sharpened again.
"Simply because you dared to threaten my wife, to send her to become a prostitute."
Li Qianfan patiently explained, "I decided to make this old man suffer a little, as punishment for your foul mouth."
Mo Hongti's mouth twitched.
She never dreamed that her habitual threat would have "planted the seed of illness" in Old Mo.
"Originally, I intended to fully cure you after you suffered the punishment for Mo Hongti's foul mouth," Li Qianfan looked at Old Mo and smiled. "But I never expected you old fool to go back on your word. Did you really think I didn't see through your trick when Mo Hongti was about to fulfill her promise to my wife, and you suddenly coughed to stop her and requested to speak privately in the consultation room?"
Old Mo, such a prominent figure—
Now being verbally abused by Li Qianfan as an "old fool" in public, he trembled with rage.
Li Qianfan paid no mind to that.
He strode quickly to Old Mo, pointed outside the window, and said, "Either you jump from the rooftop right now and end it all."
"Or—"
Li Qianfan sneered, patting Old Mo's face, "You'll obediently listen like a dog and live on in disgrace."