Chapter 27: Song Tao Is Determined to Exact a Wild Revenge on Chu Tian

“A patient’s fracture can’t be delayed. Since you don’t trust Dr. Lin, let me take care of it,” Chu Tian interjected, unable to watch any longer.

“And who are you?” The middle-aged woman looked puzzled. Chu Tian wasn’t wearing a white coat, and he hardly looked the part of a doctor.

From the moment they entered, Chu Tian had remained silent, completely ignored by the woman and her son.

Lin Qinghan was about to introduce Chu Tian, but he silenced her with a quick glance, stopping her from speaking further.

“I specialize in orthopedics. Let me examine your son,” Chu Tian explained solemnly, his tone decisive and brooking no refusal.

“Is this a joke? You look like a high schooler, even younger than this lady doctor. How could you possibly be an orthopedic specialist? Your skills can’t be any better than hers!” The woman’s face was full of suspicion, as if her intelligence were being insulted.

“Auntie, I just look young for my age. I’m actually over thirty, and in terms of seniority, I’m even Dr. Lin’s elder.” Chu Tian sighed, running a hand over his handsome face as if lamenting his ageless looks.

“This...” The woman hesitated, half-convinced, unable to decide.

“Auntie, you have to trust my senior uncle’s skills,” Lin Qinghan said, nodding earnestly, putting on a convincing performance.

“Mom, let him try. The pain is unbearable,” the young man gritted his teeth, agreeing himself.

“Well... fine, please take a look at my son,” the woman relented, moving aside.

Chu Tian personally examined the young man’s injury.

“Your son’s condition is serious. Setting the bone won’t be enough — he’ll need an amputation,” Chu Tian said, frowning as he felt the young man’s arm.

The room fell silent in shock.

A mere fracture, and now he was talking about amputation?

“What kind of quack are you? Do you even know how to treat a patient? You’re worse than that lady doctor!” The woman’s face turned thunderous, and she began to curse furiously.

“Chu Tian, don’t be ridiculous. Why would you amputate?” Lin Qinghan couldn’t stand it either. She had only played along because she trusted his medical skill. Now, she wondered if she’d misjudged him.

“Get away from me! I don’t want a quack like you treating me!” The young man, who’d been in too much pain to speak, now glared at Chu Tian, wishing he could throw him out.

Crack!

At that moment, Chu Tian firmly grasped the young man’s arm and, with a swift upward motion, set the broken bone.

The crisp sound of the bone snapping back into place brought everyone to their senses.

“My... my bone’s been set?” The young man stared in astonishment, his voice full of disbelief.

It had all happened so fast: one moment he was furious, the next his arm was whole again. His nerves hadn’t even registered the pain.

“I was only distracting you so it wouldn’t hurt as much during the procedure. Now the bone is set — try moving your arm, you should be fine,” Chu Tian said.

Skeptical, the young man tried moving his arm. Apart from a slight discomfort, it felt almost completely normal.

“Doctor, your bone-setting technique is miraculous! My son is fine — thank you, thank you!” The woman thanked him repeatedly, quickly paid the fee, and left with her son.

When they were gone, Lin Qinghan’s face broke into a delighted smile.

“So you do know medicine, junior brother!” She was overjoyed; she had thought Chu Tian was boasting, but now saw his skill firsthand.

As a doctor herself, she could appreciate the subtlety of what he’d done: diagnosing and setting the bone in under a minute, with such confidence and skill, was only possible for someone intimately familiar with human anatomy and with exceptional ability.

“Of course I know medicine — would I lie to my third senior sister?” Chu Tian chuckled. He had cured Wei Yuansheng’s cancer; setting a bone was a simple matter for him.

Lin Qinghan mused aloud, “I remember elder sister mentioned arranging a job for you, but you refused. Do you dislike her arrangements?”

“It’s not that. I just don’t want to run a company,” Chu Tian replied, shaking his head. Liu Qingxue had offered him a vice-presidency, but he knew he wasn’t suited to it.

Suddenly, Lin Qinghan grabbed his hand, speaking earnestly, “You’re much better suited to medicine. Have you ever considered going to university to study it?”

“I’ll pass on medical school,” Chu Tian replied, shaking his head. “But when I have time, I can come to the clinic and help you out.”

“You said it yourself! I’ll hold you to it. In a few days, I have to go out and procure a batch of medicinal herbs, and the clinic will be short-handed — I’ll be counting on you!” Lin Qinghan beamed, making the decision before Chu Tian could refuse.

The two continued chatting in the clinic until other patients arrived, at which point Chu Tian took his leave.

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Night. Eight Heavens Hotel.

Song Tao lay on the hotel’s king-sized bed, a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

Beside him was a beautiful woman, not a stitch of clothing on her, nestled in his arms.

Both of them were slick with sweat, evidence of a recent passionate encounter.

“Take the check and get out,” Song Tao said coldly.

Freshly bailed out of the police station, he had vented all his anger on this woman. Once he was satisfied, he signed a check and dismissed her.

“Young Master Song,” the woman said sweetly, hoping to stay the night.

“Leave!” Song Tao snapped, losing patience.

She didn’t dare protest. She dressed quickly, took the check, and left.

“Damn that wretched woman, damn that pretty boy — I’ll never let you get away with this. Just you wait!” Song Tao stared at the ceiling, seething with hatred.

The Song family held great sway in Tianmen City, and with Lu Xuelan lacking sufficient evidence, Song Tao had been released.

Afterwards, the events at the Qingxue Group’s press conference reached his ears. The Wei and Han families were now scrambling to cooperate with Qingxue Group — a fact that left Song Tao speechless and only fueled his desire for revenge against Chu Tian and Liu Qingxue.