Chapter 115 - 114: Let’s Sleep on It First

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Chapter 115 of "The Invincible Supreme Medical God" commences with: Chapter 115: Chapter 114: Let’s Sleep on It First ... Gao Ming: "..." Mrs. Liao: "..." Experts present: "..." What... Don’t miss the next part!

Chapter 115: Chapter 114: Let’s Sleep on It First ... Gao Ming: "..." Mrs. Liao: "..." Experts present: "..." What the hell? Using something as noble and sacred as saving lives to gamble on women? Also, isn’t this guy Xia Rou’s husband? Why is he betting her against Gao Ming’s sister? Even if he wins, how would he even fulfill such a wager? Xia Rou was both embarrassed and infuriated, secretly fuming to herself: Gamble, gamble, gamble! You damn scoundrel, using me to bet on another woman... Fine, if you lose, then we can just cut ties for good! "So, how about it? Do you dare to bet?" Yan Xiaobao wore a confident smile, pressing Gao Ming. Gao Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Why wouldn’t I dare? It’s a deal then!" He believed that losing was utterly impossible. Mr. Liao’s condition was crystal clear—he, Professor Wang, and the experts present all agreed there was absolutely no chance of recovery. What could this young man possibly pull off? "Alright! Where’s the patient? Take me to him now!" Yan Xiaobao was so excited he nearly jumped with joy, urging repeatedly, "And you, call your sister right now and have her come over—she’s going to be my wife soon!" "Crazy..." Gao Ming looked at Yan Xiaobao like he was a lunatic. "You should probably explain things to Doctor Xia first—settle whatever procedures and divide the assets properly. Better wrap things up early." Congenital heart disease, heart failure, diabetes, pathological obesity... Based on his judgment, the patient had a maximum of one week left. Even if Yan Xiaobao used every possible means, he might only be able to extend the patient’s life by a few days. Completely cured? What a joke! Only if Yan Xiaobao were a Daluo Golden Immortal... From start to finish, Zhang Hongde—who hadn’t intervened—had a sly smile on the corner of his lips, unable to hide it. Professor Huang shook his head as he watched. This Dean Zhang was completely enjoying the drama without any pressure. A group of professionals followed Yan Xiaobao and the others into Mr. Liao’s private VIP hospital room. Zhang Hongde asked the nurse in charge of specialized care, "How’s the patient’s condition?" The nurse replied, "The patient’s condition is continuing to worsen. His blood pressure is dropping, heart rate increasing, complexion pale, skin cold and clammy, limbs occasionally twitching, breathing intermittent, and his coughing produces copious amounts of pink frothy sputum." "Honey, you must hold on!" Mrs. Liao tearfully called out in anguish, "I’ve brought the best doctor here to treat you—you must get better!" Xia Rou’s eyes reddened slightly, deeply moved. Life and death partings were a pain no one could bear. From what she knew, Mrs. Liao wasn’t Mr. Liao’s first wife and was much younger than him. If Mr. Liao passed away, Mrs. Liao would inherit billions in wealth, enjoying endless luxury. However, Mrs. Liao showed no hint of happiness about this—she acted like they had been married for decades, wholeheartedly focused on him, which was truly admirable. Perhaps sensing his wife’s plea, the comatose Mr. Liao struggled to lift his eyelids, his eyes full of affection as he looked at Mrs. Liao and gave a slight nod. "Doctor Yan, please take a look at my husband!" Mrs. Liao anxiously urged. Yan Xiaobao lazily corrected her first, "I’m not a doctor; I’m a Divine Doctor. And can you drop the ’little’ in ’Doctor’?" "Alright, alright, Divine Doctor Yan, please treat my husband quickly." Mrs. Liao, seeing Yan Xiaobao as her only hope, would agree to whatever he said. "No rush. I’m a bit tired today. I’ll go home, sleep with my wife Rourou, and treat him tomorrow—it’s not too late." As he spoke, Yan Xiaobao grabbed Xia Rou’s delicate hand and started walking out of the room. Mrs. Liao: "..." Gao Ming: "..." The group of doctors and nurses: "..." "Saving lives is like fighting fires! Do you even have the slightest sense of medical ethics? The patient’s condition is this bad, and you’re still obsessed with sleeping with your wife?" Gao Ming seized the moral high ground, attacking Yan Xiaobao with all his might. "If you can’t treat him, just say so—don’t give empty hopes to the patient and his family, only to have it amount to nothing." "I can’t treat him; can you?" Yan Xiaobao glanced at Gao Ming, then pointed at the dying Mr. Liao on the bed. "He won’t die today, nor will he die tomorrow—what’s the rush?" Yan Xiaobao had just treated Mr. Li Junkai earlier, which drained some of his energy, leaving him not in peak form, so he needed to recuperate. Mrs. Liao wanted to persuade him further, but Zhang Hongde timely interjected, smoothing things over: "Divine Doctor Yan might need to carefully deliberate on the treatment plan and prepare accordingly. Since he said he’ll treat him tomorrow, I’m sure he won’t disappoint you, Mrs. Liao—no need to panic." ... Under various surprised or disdainful gazes, Yan Xiaobao dragged Xia Rou out of the room in a leisurely manner, smiling cheekily: "Rourou, come home with me to sleep; I’m really tired and need proper rest to treat others tomorrow." "Knock it off!" Xia Rou didn’t believe him at all. It was only the afternoon—they hadn’t even had dinner yet, so how could he be tired enough to need sleep? Yan Xiaobao earnestly explained, "It’s true. I just treated that Li guy earlier—it consumed a lot of Qi. If I don’t replenish it, I’m afraid I won’t be able to treat this dying patient tomorrow." "Really?" Xia Rou was skeptical. She had witnessed Yan Xiaobao’s skills in saving lives—it looked like just a light tap, but as someone who inherited traditional Chinese medicine, she knew it definitely wasn’t as simple as it seemed. She didn’t quite understand what Qi meant in this context, but guessed it was similar to concepts like "Inner Strength" or "True Qi." "Of course it’s true." Yan Xiaobao confidently declared, "Rourou, you know very well—I never lie to my wife." "Can sleeping alone replenish Qi?" Xia Rou asked another question. "If it’s just regular sleep, the Qi replenishment is relatively slow." Yan Xiaobao grinned mischievously. "But if Rourou becomes my proper wife tonight, then I can restore a huge amount of Qi all at once." "Get lost!" Xia Rou glared at him, then turned and headed for her office. This guy—his mind was absolutely fixated on that sort of thing! She wasn’t about to sacrifice herself just so he could win a gorgeous woman. "Rourou..." Yan Xiaobao was about to chase after Xia Rou to coax her further, but his phone abruptly rang. It was a call from Chen Long. Seeing the name made Yan Xiaobao even more irritated as he picked up the call, snapping, "What do you want, you pest?" "Brother Bao... something bad happened!" Chen Long cried out for help. "Sister-in-law... she’s been taken hostage..." ... [Please support by saving, recommending, donating, and cheering!] ...

Chapter 115 - 114: Let’s Sleep on It First

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