Gorgeous Female Tenants

As dusk approached, Qian Duoduo returned from the police station.

When he learned of the incident, he knelt at the door of Qian Wantong’s intensive care unit, wishing he could immediately take a knife and kill Lu Qing and Director Wang.

If Xu Xiangbei hadn’t stopped him, he might have already gone berserk.

Director Wang and Lu Qing had been taken to the detention center, and the two big men who used to stand in front of Qian Wantong’s intensive care unit were replaced by two sturdy and upright armed detectives in police uniforms.

After all, this was a murder case, and since it involved the socially influential Qian Wantong, the criminal investigation team attached high importance to it. As for the two big men, they were also sent to the detention center, but nothing significant was expected to happen to them since they weren’t the masterminds, just hired guards.

Inside the intensive care unit, besides Xu Xiangbei and a few others, there were authoritative experts from the hospital, as well as a doctor from the criminal investigation team.

Looking at Qian Wantong lying on the bed, his hair white, body emaciated, covered in tubes, relying on machines to cling to life, seemingly ready to pass away at any moment, Xu Xiangbei had no words. He just sighed, saying, "The end of a hero."

"We’ve identified the drug, but unfortunately, it’s too difficult, and I’m afraid there’s no hope of recovery." An elderly man with white hair stood at Qian Wantong’s bedside, holding a laboratory report, as if pronouncing his death sentence.

This elder was Yang Wantian, the chief medical officer of the criminal investigation team, internationally renowned and a recipient of international medical awards, famous not only in Jiangcheng but throughout Yanjing.

"Yes, yes," several middle-aged doctors wearing glasses agreed on the side.

"The main component of the drug is Nifedipine, a primary ingredient in quick-acting heart pills, used to regulate heart rate, promote blood circulation, and enhance the activity of nerve cells. However, excessive use can overwhelm the body." Yang Wantian examined the medical report, demonstrating his exceptional understanding of the drug’s effects.

"The key is this drug also contains hydrides, albeit in extremely minor amounts, but it’s lethal. It doesn’t kill immediately but slowly acts on the patient’s body, seeping into the bone marrow. This is a slow death, beyond the help of immortals. It’s too late." None of the other doctors spoke up, as if they had already sentenced Qian Wantong to death.

Upon hearing this, Qian Duoduo’s face turned ghostly pale, and he immediately hugged Xu Xiangbei, kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly: "Brother Xu, I beg you, save my father. I know your medical skills are advanced, you can surely save him."

While speaking, he slapped himself twice: "I will never argue with my father again. As long as he survives, you can even take my life."

Yang Wantian looked at his state, extended a hand to help him up, and said, "Child, you must be strong and accept it. It’s truly hopeless, begging anyone won’t help!"

"Alright, stop your crying, is this what a man looks like? I promise to save your father." Xu Xiangbei’s words sounded like Celestial Thunder, echoing through the empty ward.

"I know you’re trying to comfort him, young man, but it’s truly beyond hope. You can’t deceive yourself." Yang Wantian initially considered reprimanding Xu Xiangbei but seeing Qian Duoduo’s tearful state, decided not to and chose to offer some comfort to the living instead.

Xu Xiangbei calmly responded, "Mr. Yang, what others can’t do doesn’t mean I can’t."

Yang Wantian was so enraged that his white beard trembled as he said, "Don’t be arrogant. Young people today are really unaware of how high the sky is." His eyes filled with reproach.

At that moment, Zhang Xuefeng stepped in to mediate, addressing Yang Wantian, "Mr. Yang, Dr. Xu is a traditional Chinese medicine consultant at our First People’s Hospital, incredibly skilled, he might actually have a chance."

"Humph, even the best doctors in the world couldn’t save him, unless a Daluo Golden Immortal were reborn. You young people nowadays aim too high, thinking you can do anything, know everything, but actually, you know nothing. Where have you thrown away the beautiful virtues of aiming high and being pragmatic?"

The more Yang Wantian spoke, the more furious he became, somewhat acting like a condescending elder, his face flushed with anger, just short of pointing at Xu Xiangbei’s nose to scold him.

"Mr. Yang, his medical skills are really excellent, you haven’t seen it yet. Once you do, you’ll understand." Ding Keke also stepped up to speak.

"He’s a rogue, what kind of medical skills could he have? You’re probably all fooled by him in the past. Mr. Yang is practically one of the best doctors in the country, with over 40 years of experience. If even he says it’s incurable, what right does this rogue have? He’s not even fully grown yet and already wants to fly like others." Qin Xue couldn’t bear to watch anymore and had never had a good impression of Xu Xiangbei.

Yang Wantian originally wanted to lecture Xu Xiangbei a bit more but fell silent after hearing Qin Xue’s words, then spoke with a faint appreciation, perhaps feeling that among these young people, Qin Xue resonated with him the most, was his confidante, and then said, "You young people today should be like Xiao Xue, learn from her more. Not only is she beautiful, but also understanding, and most importantly, aware of her own limits, not overreaching."

Xu Xiangbei finally spoke again, somewhat provocatively looking at Qin Xue and said, "Xiao Xue, enough with the words, let actions speak. If I really save Qian Wantong, what would you do? Let’s make a bet, if I revive Mr. Qian, you’ll become one of my future wives, how about that?"

Qin Xue glared at him and scolded, "A dog’s mouth can never produce ivory,"

"What, dare not to bet? Then I’ll change the condition, if I wake Qian Wantong up, you kiss me once, how about that?"

"If you can wake him up, not just one kiss, even ten would do."

"Alright," Xu Xiangbei finished speaking, then took out several silver needles, walking over to Qian Wantong’s bedside. He first stretched out his right hand to take Qian Wantong’s pulse, finding it weak and almost imperceptible.

You could see his brow slightly furrow as he began to slowly channel a bit of True Qi into Qian Wantong. Two to three minutes passed with him seemingly holding the pulse without any movement in the eyes of outsiders.

Qin Xue, seeing him hold the pulse for so long without action, thought he was just putting on a show, walked up, and loudly said, "Hey, I say rogue, if you can’t, stop pretending," then reached out to pull Xu Xiangbei’s hand, but was instantly thrown back four or five steps by his Inner Strength.

Xu Xiangbei, interrupted by her, almost suffered a deviation in his cultivation, taking half a day to regain his composure, though his face was somewhat pale.

"While I’m saving someone, do not cause disturbances," Xu Xiangbei’s voice was deep, looking at Qin Xue with a serious expression. Qin Xue, startled by his gaze, was speechless for a long moment.

"Are you alright," Ding Keke approached and asked softly.

"It’s nothing serious," Xu Xiangbei continued to focus on channeling his inner strength, though his face did not look well.

In no time, he released the pulse, used both hands to insert the silver needles into Qian Wantong’s body, channeling his Inner Strength across space with incredible speed, his hands flying through the air. Though only two hands were present, it gave the impression of over a dozen. He deftly placed over a dozen needles on Qian Wantong’s important acupuncture points like the Three Yang, Ren Dou, Tian Tu, Ju Que, and Tan Zhong, channeling strands of Inner Strength.

Strands of fresh blood seeped out from these points, tinged with a bit of black, while Qian Wantong’s face went from a ghastly pallor to a healthy flush, his breathing becoming more even, and the readings on all the monitors for pulse, heartbeat, and blood pressure returned to normal.

"It’s simply a miracle, godlike acupuncture technique, could it be the legendary Eight Counterattack Needles!" Yang Wantian was so shocked he could barely speak, his mouth wide enough to fit a cobblestone.

Qin Xue also stood there dumbfounded, witnessing what seemed like a divine intervention.

Xu Xiangbei’s face grew increasingly pale, having exerted himself after Qin Xue’s interruption, draining almost all his Inner Strength from his Dantian. He suddenly blacked out and fainted, luckily caught in time by Ding Keke before he collapsed.