Chapter 340: Asking for Help Requires the Right Attitude

Chapter 340: Those Who Seek Help Should Show Proper Attitude

Hu Yaowen couldn’t understand how Wang Lei could be this careless.

Though the man wasn’t young, he looked healthy and walked steadily—yet he went and fell at such a critical moment.

The seminar ended in chaos. Hu Yaowen still wanted to get closer to Song Guangjing, but was cut off by one sentence from the latter.

“If Mr. Hu wants medical consultation, you can go directly to Rende Pharmacy. There’s no need for all these tricks.”

Hu Yaowen gave an awkward laugh. He had already done his homework.

Song Guangjing no longer did regular consultations at Rende Pharmacy, so seeing him was nearly impossible.

If it weren’t for that obstacle, he wouldn’t have tried this scheme.

Wang Lei had previously promised he would find a way to cure his mother’s illness, but now Wang Lei himself was in trouble.

Fortunately, there was still Zhang Wanqiu at home, who was skilled in acupuncture, and could help relieve his mother’s pain. He decided to take these prescriptions back first. If they didn’t work, then he’d seek out Mr. Song.

With this thought in mind, Hu Yaowen escorted Song Guangjing out respectfully.

Only after leaving did Song Guangjing say, “I didn’t see Zhang Wanqiu today. Otherwise, I would’ve taken care of him too.”

Song Guoxian rolled his wrist. “They probably won’t leave the capital anytime soon. No need to rush, sir. We’ll cross paths eventually.”

Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoxiao quietly asked Song Xiaoguang, “You didn’t beat up the bald guy, did you?”

Song Xiaoguang shook her head. “No…”

Ye Xiaoxiao was about to sigh in relief—of course not, how could it be?

“It was Uncle Guoxian.”

Ye Xiaoxiao: “Huh?”

Who would’ve thought? Song Guoxian turned out to be quite the hotheaded uncle.

…

After returning home, Wang Lei handed the prescriptions over to Zhang Wanqiu.

When Zhang learned of Wang’s injury, he was frantic.

He knew perfectly well that Wang had taken him along back then because he valued his medical skills.

At the time, the entire Rende Pharmacy was facing reorganization and government crackdowns. The employees and apprentices risked being sent to remote areas with no chance of returning to the city.

In his panic, Zhang followed Wang’s suggestion. The two reported Rende Pharmacy and left the capital with some prescriptions and money, heading to Shanghai.

Things were good at first.

But with so many emerging industries on the coast, Wang got jealous seeing others make fortunes. He wanted to start his own business too.

However, his ambitions exceeded his abilities. After several failed attempts, he had blown through most of his money.

Then during a business mixer, he saw his chance: Hu Yaowen’s mother was suffering from a hard-to-treat illness.

Hu Yaowen was a big-time investor. If they could solve his problem, securing investment would be guaranteed.

But after arriving in the capital, the two spent two months failing to cure Hu Yaowen’s mother's illness.

Although he could help stabilize her condition, the moment they stopped acupuncture, her symptoms would relapse.

Later, they heard through the grapevine that Mr. Song Guangjing was accepting apprentices.

The two then got the idea to invite Song Guangjing to a medical seminar to see if Hu Yaowen’s mother's illness could be cured.

Now that Wang Lei was injured, did that mean their plan had failed?

Zhang Wanqiu looked at the prescriptions in his hand and decided to test their effectiveness.

They didn’t work.

First, they tried a round of herbal medicine, but instead of improving, the old lady’s condition worsened.

Being elderly and having a notoriously bad temper, she scolded everyone after all the hassle.

Even his friends mocked Hu Yaowen.

Hu Yaowen had no choice but to go to Rende Pharmacy to find Song Guangjing.

When he arrived at Rende, he still had to take a number and wait.

The clinic was crowded, and all the specialist appointments for the day were already booked.

However, Hu Yaowen had money—he paid handsomely to take someone else's slot.

It turned out to be Qu Miao’s appointment.

Upon entering, seeing a young man, he immediately asked, “Where is Mr. Song?”

Qu Miao recognized him but ignored his rude tone.

“You’ve taken my appointment—why are you asking about Mr. Song?”

Hu Yaowen shifted anxiously. “I really need to speak with Mr. Song about something. I wonder if…”

Qu Miao cut him off. “No.”

Hu Yaowen also turned cold. “My mother's illness is probably beyond your capabilities. If you mess it up, won’t that damage Rende Pharmacy’s reputation?”

Qu Miao remained calm. “Sorry, but we don’t offer house calls. If your mother wants treatment, she must come here herself.”

In fact, Qu Miao already had a solution for the case discussed at the seminar.

Treating diarrhea happened to be his grandmother’s specialty.

Too bad Hu Yaowen couldn't recognize talent even when faced with it and didn’t even remember Qu Miao from the seminar.

Moreover, he was stubborn—he was determined to see Song Guangjing.

Seeing Qu Miao’s youthful appearance, clean-cut look, and gentle manner, yet speaking so directly, Hu Yaowen became increasingly irritated.

“I paid for this appointment, so I’m your customer. Your customer service is terrible.”

Qu Miao raised an eyebrow. “You paid for the appointment—but are you actually sick?

Looks like you have a mouth problem. You should get that halitosis checked.”

Hu Yaowen was a big boss—usually aloof and superior, with people always pleading for his favors.

Now, in just a few sentences, Qu Miao had pushed him to the edge. He rolled up his sleeves like he was about to throw hands.

"Kid, you're asking for a beating."

But Qu Miao didn’t flinch. As Hu Yaowen moved in closer, Qu Miao flicked something off his fingers that landed on the other man’s neck.

In an instant, Hu Yaowen's whole body locked up.

"You... you... you..."

Stunned, Hu Yaowen couldn't figure out why half his body had suddenly gone stiff, like he’d had a stroke. He tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t work.

His bodyguards rushed forward to help.

Qu Miao said coldly, “I’d stay back if I were you—unless you want him paralyzed for good.”

At that, the guards froze.

Inside the consultation room, they started shouting.

“Boss! You good? Boss! Say something!”

“What’s going on in here?”

Ye Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Hu Yaowen frozen in place, his posture strange and rigid.

“Here for an appointment? How’d you give yourself a stroke in a couple days?”

“Uh… uh…”

She stepped closer and realized it probably wasn’t a stroke—he was still standing.

She looked at Qu Miao.

He gave a helpless shrug, then swiped a hand over Hu Yaowen’s neck.

The man’s slack mouth started working again, followed by his limbs.

“Mr. Hu, you flip moods faster than a page. A few days ago, you were polite with my master, and now you come to Rende Pharmacy to start trouble!”

Hu Yaowen tested his limbs, then blurted out as soon as he could speak, “No, no—I wasn’t causing any trouble!”

Truthfully, he wouldn’t dare. The doctors at Rende Pharmacy were way too scary.