Liu Zihao felt a pang of pain and roared furiously,
"You... you're actually coveting my villa?"
Gou Shunfang gritted her teeth and threatened,
"A greedy person can never be satisfied. With such a large appetite, aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
Chen Xiao shrugged indifferently and turned to leave,
"Since you're unwilling, let's call it quits. It's true that hosting a banquet wouldn't cost thirty million anyway."
Gou Shunfang and Liu Zihao exchanged glances and were stunned on the spot.
Seeing Chen Xiao about to enter the elevator, Gou Shunfang grew increasingly anxious. She instinctively grabbed Liu Zihao and whispered,
"Zihao, why don't we agree to what Mr. Chen wants first? Your father is the new director of Ba Wang Group, with a promising future. As long as he can survive, we'll have plenty of opportunities to deal with Mr. Chen. But if something unfortunate happens to your father, it will be difficult for us, a widowed mother and son, to rise again."
"But... but..."
Liu Zihao hesitated, his reluctance evident.
"But that villa was obtained with great difficulty by our father using his position to hide it from the Ye family..."
"Unfilial son! Can you bear to watch your father die without treatment?"
Seeing Chen Xiao had already entered the elevator, Gou Shunfang couldn't help but curse Liu Zihao fiercely. She then hurried into the elevator and stretched out her arms, jamming the doors shut.
"Mr. Chen... Chen Xiao, I agree. When will you give my husband acupuncture?"
Chen Xiao said slowly,
"Of course, it will be when Liu Zihao personally kneels and presents the successfully transferred property deed to me. That's when I'll perform the acupuncture!"
Gou Shunfang roared unwillingly,
"But your previous needle only managed to keep my husband alive for one more day. How can one day be enough for the transfer?"
Chen Xiao said impatiently,
"That's your problem to consider and solve. If you can do it, do it. If not, get lost. I'm busy giving IV drips to other patients!"
With that, he unceremoniously pushed the ferocious-looking Gou Shunfang out of the elevator and headed straight for Song Kaichao's ward.
In the spacious and luxurious VIP ward, which resembled a hotel suite, Song Kaichao, who had fully regained consciousness that morning, was propped up in bed, eating.
His adopted daughter, Song Xiangyu, who was as graceful and noble as a palace concubine, as plump and delicate as Song Yan, and as scantily clad and sexy as Song Nuan, sat by the bedside, attentively caring for him. Her fair skin was like snow, and her alluring beauty was vividly displayed.
As she gently fed Song Kaichao porridge, she sighed with mock annoyance,
"Old Master, it's true that daughters grow up and leave home. Yan Yan is always busy with her career, and Nuan Nuan goes to take care of Dr. Chen's mother before dawn. In the entire Song family, only I am wholeheartedly filial to you! Alas!"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Song Xiangyu's already short skirt kept sliding up, her deep V-neck camisole kept slipping down, and her eyes were full of allure, conveying unspoken messages.
Song Kaichao, in his eighties, found the food tasteless and remained unmoved. He was more concerned about the absent Song Yan and Song Nuan.
"Yan Yan has always been ambitious, so it's understandable that she's busy. But who is this Dr. Chen? Why is Nuan Nuan neglecting me to take care of his mother?"
Song Xiangyu, as if unaware of her revealing attire, continued to feed him porridge gently and said in a soft voice,
"Dr. Chen is a newly recruited intern in the emergency department of the Central Hospital. His name is Chen Xiao. Although he's young, his medical skills are extraordinary. You were saved by him!"
Song Kaichao frowned slightly, his suspicion evident.
"Even renowned physicians like Lin Huichun were helpless against my strange illness. How could a mere intern save me?"
Song Xiangyu leaned closer to Song Kaichao's ear and whispered, her breath like orchids,
"Old Master, you weren't actually ill. You were poisoned. Dr. Chen saved you from the brink of death with just one intramuscular injection of Qingkailing."
Song Kaichao's five fingers clenched into fists, veins bulging like pythons, and the sound of his knuckles cracking was audible.
Just then, Chen Xiao knocked on the door, carrying the medical equipment and a bottle of solution for the IV drip.
Seeing Song Xiangyu, a stranger, opening the door, he didn't think much of it and politely said,
"Auntie, I am Chen Xiao, the temporary attending physician for Mr. Song Kaichao."
Song Xiangyu, who was in her early thirties, clearly disliked Chen Xiao's address. However, she subtly offered a charming smile,
"Dr. Chen, please come in. My name is Song Xiangyu, the aunt of Yan Yan and Nuan Nuan."
After entering, Chen Xiao saw that Song Kaichao had woken up. He was not surprised and did not show any special deference due to the man's status as the richest man. After a polite greeting, he began to skillfully prepare the IV solution, the mysterious wordless golden formula in his mind rapidly cycling.
Seeing that Chen Xiao had not brought any nurses with him, Song Kaichao became even more suspicious. As Chen Xiao prepared to tie a tourniquet on his arm for the needle, he couldn't help but probe,
"A nurse could handle the IV drip. Why is Dr. Chen doing it himself?"