The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 15 Do you know how to write the character "求" (qiú)?

Lin Chen pointed to the door: "The door is over there, no one is stopping you, you can leave!"

Wen Yu'an quickly tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Lin's medical skills are superb, far superior to mine."

The middle-aged man paused slightly, his eyes filled with suspicion: "Him?"

Wen Yu'an smiled bitterly: "Old Master Mo is seriously injured. If you change places now, not to mention whether you can find a doctor who is capable of treating him, you can't afford to waste time. Although I am not as good as Mr. Lin in medical skills and cannot judge the exact time, according to my judgment, if the old master is not treated quickly, I am afraid he really won't make it."

The middle-aged man finally looked at Lin Chen properly for the first time: "You can cure my father?"

Lin Chen replied coldly, "Yes."

The middle-aged man frowned, but quickly made a decision: "Then please save my father. If he is cured, I will give you five million!"

The middle-aged man clearly knew that his previous attitude had angered Lin Chen, so he simply increased the original reward of one million to five times. Moreover, this time, he did not mention the consequences if the disease could not be cured.

Lin Chen smiled coldly, said nothing, walked directly to the hospital bed, unbuttoned the old man's clothes, and took out the silver needles he had just acquired.

Lin Chen inserted the needles with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, the old man's body was covered with silver needles.

As the silver needles were inserted, the old man's skin turned an eerie red, and his face gradually flushed. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, as if he wanted to cough but couldn't.

Lin Chen waited quietly for about thirty seconds before grabbing the old man's arm and helping him up. He then placed his right palm against the old man's back and slowly pushed him upwards, repeating this twice before changing his hand gesture and slapping him hard, making a loud "smack" sound.

"what!"

The old man let out a short sound, lunged forward, and exhaled a large breath of foul air.

As he exhaled that breath of stale air, the redness on the old man's face and body quickly faded, and his breathing became smooth again.

Lin Chen helped the old man lie down, then took his pulse. After that, he put away the silver needles, picked up the pen next to him, quickly wrote a prescription, and casually slapped it on the table.

"He's alright for now. He just needs to rest. This medicine should be taken three times a day, one dose for two days. After three doses, his injuries will be fully healed."

The middle-aged man's face lit up with joy. He moved closer to the bedside and asked, "Dad, how are you feeling?"

Although the old man's face was a little pale, his breathing was now steady and his eyes were bright. He replied, "I'm fine now. I almost suffocated just now..." Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally breathed a long sigh of relief. He turned around, took out a bank card, and handed it to Lin Chen. His tone was much more polite: "Dr. Lin, thank you for saving my father. Here is five million. Please accept it."

Lin Chen didn't reach out, and said in a cold tone, "The money is waived. Please leave. Yu'an Restaurant is too small to accommodate such important people as you. Please don't come again in the future. Even if you do, we won't serve you."

Wen Yu'an looked at Lin Chen in surprise; that was five million!
Five million is enough to buy a 200-square-meter house outright, but Lin Chen actually refused it on a whim!
More importantly, Lin Chen was actually standing up for Yu'an Pavilion and for himself!

Wen Qiaoqiao, who was watching from the side, had bright eyes and looked at Lin Chen with undisguised admiration!
So manly!
So charming!
The middle-aged man frowned. He clearly hadn't expected that his offer of five million would be rejected. More importantly, he was mercilessly rebuked by Lin Chen!

The middle-aged man stared at Lin Chen, his gaze like a sharp knife, his aura of authority spreading silently.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Lin Chen smiled.

Is there anything wrong with how I talk?

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Lin Chen: "Do you know that with just one word from me, Yu'an Pavilion will have to close down tomorrow?"

"And then what? Should I fawn over you and treat you with utmost respect?"

Lin Chen smiled, his expression showing a hint of disdain: "I know you're either rich, powerful, or both, but so what? Do I need to be subservient to you just because I'm eating your rice?"

The middle-aged man's face immediately turned quite ugly. The two bodyguards exchanged a glance and took a step forward at the same time, but the middle-aged man raised his right hand and waved it.

"Arrogant and conceited! Dr. Lin, how do you know you've never needed my help?"

Lin Chen said calmly, "Do you know how to write the word 'beg'? It means 'seeking medical treatment and medicine.' Do you understand what that means? If I don't beg you, I won't die, but if you don't beg me, you will die. If I hadn't made a move just now, your father would have died in front of you in fifteen minutes. So what if you have billions in assets?"

The middle-aged man's expression grew even colder. As someone in a high position, it had been far too long since anyone had spoken to him like that.

Just as he was about to speak, the old man behind him suddenly took a deep breath and weakly said, "Junwu, apologize!"

(End of this chapter)