Lying on the ground felt cold, but Pan Guiyu felt an even colder chill in her heart, a bone-chilling dread.
It was all because of Song Chuan's gaze.
His eyes were like ice, as if they could pierce straight through her very soul, making her entire body tremble with cold.
Shaking, she asked, "How... how can I prove it?"
"It's simple."
"I smelled the antiseptic on you long ago. You must have gone to the hospital today. If you did, you'd have medical records, right?"
*I'm caught!*
*How does this guy know everything?!*
Pan Guiyu's eyes darted away, and she instinctively clutched her left pants pocket. "Nonsense!"
"Who... who went to the hospital?!"
"I didn't go!"
Hearing Song Chuan's words, even He Minhong beside them sniffed the air.
Immediately, He Minhong added, "You're still lying. I smell the antiseptic on you too."
"The medical records are right here!"
While Pan Guiyu wasn't paying attention, He Minhong pried her hand away and snatched a piece of paper from her pocket.
As He Minhong held the paper aloft, everyone saw its contents.
"Stomach cancer! She really has stomach cancer!"
"No wonder she got cancer. She's so heartless. Even now, she's still trying to scam people."
"She probably doesn't have money for treatment and is here trying to extort money from people."
"Such a person doesn't deserve any sympathy!"
"Exactly!"
"..."
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder. Pan Guiyu, burning with shame, wanted to flee. Just as she gathered her strength and was about to charge into the crowd, a large hand grabbed the back of her collar.
Ever since cultivating inner strength, Song Chuan's grip had become terrifyingly strong. He lifted her effortlessly into the air.
"Don't be in such a hurry to run."
"Didn't I just tell you?"
"Not only will you not be paying her, but you'll be paying her. You think you can just slip away like this? Not happening."
"You have to compensate me."
Pan Guiyu, dangling in the air, kicked her legs frantically and screamed, "Why should I?"
"Why should I compensate you?"
"Do you know the law?"
"Defaming someone's reputation or damaging a business's reputation is punishable by imprisonment for up to two years, detention, or a fine."
"I can get a lawyer and sue you."
Pan Guiyu wasn't stupid. She could tell from the reactions of the people around her that Song Chuan might be telling the truth.
She was scared.
She was truly terrified.
Pressing her hands together, Pan Guiyu began to plead, "Young man, I'm so gravely ill. Please, I beg you."
"Just let me go!"
"If I had the money for treatment, I wouldn't have resorted to this. My own children refuse to support me..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down Pan Guiyu's face.
Only Song Chuan knew the truth:
Pan Guiyu had always been a bad person at heart.
Her fate was to die.
She deserved no pity.
"Let's go."
When Song Chuan released Pan Guiyu, she was overjoyed.
*I knew these young people were easy to manipulate.*
*A little bit of self-inflicted suffering was all it took...*
Just as Pan Guiyu was congratulating herself, Song Chuan sneered, "Aunt Pan, I'll be filing a lawsuit tomorrow."
"You'll still have to pay the compensation you owe."
"You!!"
"Damn it! You bastard! Fine! If you dare hire a lawyer, I'll burn your clinic to the ground!"
"We'll both be ruined!"
That single threat exposed Pan Guiyu's true nature.
Song Chuan's gaze grew colder.
Perhaps it was his intimidating aura, but Pan Guiyu's curses grew weaker and weaker as she quickly fled in terror.
Those around them had initially felt some pity for Pan Guiyu, but seeing her like this, they now believed she deserved every bit of it.
No wonder her children refused to support her!
Now everyone's attention was focused on Song Chuan, their faces filled with admiration.
"Young man, your skills are truly extraordinary! Lately, I've been feeling weak and often wake up from nightmares. What do you think is wrong?"
Song Chuan: "Kidney deficiency. A few rounds of Liuwei Dihuang Wan should fix it."
"What about me? Can you tell what's wrong with me by looking at my face? I've been feeling off lately."
"Nothing serious. Just constipation."
"Amazing! You're a miracle doctor!"
The four diagnostic methods—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—could indeed reveal some conditions.
But some still required Song Chuan to guess.
Yet he was right about 89% of the time.
These people put their full trust in Song Chuan, swarming into the clinic to get their prescriptions. Xiao Li spun around like a top, overwhelmed with work.
"Brother Song Chuan, you're so amazing!"
"To diagnose illness just by looking at someone's face... This is the first time I've truly understood the magic of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Once you've seen more, you'll know how powerful TCM really is."
There was still Yu Chuhui to deal with inside.
Just as Song Chuan was about to enter the clinic, He Minhong, standing nearby, took his arm.
"Actually... I've been feeling a bit unwell lately too..."
"I haven't seen a doctor... Can you... can you tell what's wrong with me just by looking at my face?"
He Minhong's complexion was rosy and vibrant, her pigtail bobbing as she spoke.
To be honest, Song Chuan couldn't find anything wrong with her.
"Where exactly do you feel unwell?"
"I... I'm itchy..."
Before He Minhong could finish, Zhu Zhe's voice rang out from the clinic entrance, "Song Chuan, hurry over here!"
"I'll examine your condition later. We need to check on Yu Chuhui first—her hand is still injured."
"Mm-hmm," He Minhong nodded obediently.
The clinic was bustling with people buying medicine. Song Chuan had just diagnosed their conditions and written their herbal prescriptions in advance.
Xiao Li's greatest strength was her ability to immediately replicate the prescriptions and dispense the herbs the moment Song Chuan finished listing the ingredients. She could handle the task alone.
Song Chuan led the three women upstairs.
The second floor served as an infusion ward, where several patients lay receiving IV treatments for fevers.
He guided them into the doctor's office—the future consultation room for rotating physicians.
There were no doctors in the office at the moment.
As soon as Song Chuan sat down, he pulled the trash can to his feet. He had everything ready: an electric cauterizer, scissors, a needle, and all the necessary tools.
And ointment.
Once everything was prepared, Song Chuan extended his hand to Yu Chuhui. "Come on, give me your hand."
A small, red, blistered hand rested in Song Chuan's palm.
"Next, I'm going to use this needle to prick the blister. It might hurt a little, so you'll need to bear with it."
"Mmm..."
Yu Chuhui's body convulsed with pain as she watched Song Chuan raise the needle and insert it into the blister. "Ah..."
"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."
"Just hold on, and it'll be over soon."
Zhu Zhe hugged Yu Chuhui, cradling her head and patting her back to soothe her.
But after Zhu Zhe finished speaking...
He Minhong's face flushed slightly.
Song Chuan smiled playfully, his gaze fixed on Zhu Zhe, his tone full of meaning. "Indeed."
"It doesn't hurt at all."
"Just hold on, and it'll be over soon."
Realizing what she'd said, Zhu Zhe gritted her teeth in extreme regret.
*How could I have blurted that out?!*
*I'm so reckless!*
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