Live broadcast: I am an upright Chinese medicine practitioner, and all my patients died online

When he got home and saw his wife sitting on the sofa, he knew exactly what she was angry about.

He simply walked up to his wife as usual, thinking that she wouldn't pretend to know, since their marriage would be shaken if the truth came out.

If neither of them exposes the truth, they can maintain their previous peace as before.

"What did you do today? Are you happy? Did you go to the beauty salon? I know the beauty salon you mentioned before. I specially got you a card. This card is unlimited. You can go anytime you want to do whatever you want. I heard they have a new technology there."

"Also, you used to really enjoy going to auctions abroad. I'll go with you tomorrow and we can bid on the things you like. I remember you saw a necklace you liked before, and I think it's quite pretty too. I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he thought his wife would definitely give in to money, after all, he had already made such a big concession.

Furthermore, there are certain conflicts of interest between the two of them. A family can't just fall apart like that; he just made a small mistake that any man would make.

"Don't you know what's going on? I believe your brothers have already told you, and Dr. Qin's live stream is already very popular, so your friends couldn't possibly know. In fact, some of your friends have already subtly posted about it on their WeChat Moments. Everyone knows the truth, but you've all kept it from me and are treating me like a fool."

"What's wrong? Do you think I'm a fool and it's funny that I stay at home and am a haggard housewife, keeping the house in perfect order, but I don't contribute anything to the family? Do you think I should be grateful? Let me tell you, after this happened, let's get a divorce."

The woman spoke angrily, her body trembling. The perfect marriage she envisioned was all created by others, and everything she desired was merely a tool used to deceive her.

When the woman said that, the man gently came over and hugged her, but his wife pushed him away.

"Alright, stop disgusting me, okay? You're already a filthy person, and you know exactly how filthy you are. What's the point of you touching me now? Please don't touch me with your dirty hands."

The man stood frozen in place. Before, he thought of himself as a businessman, a very wealthy man.

At least no one ever looked down on him, but today he seemed to have suffered a great injustice at his wife's hands.

He was amused; he had no idea how many young girls liked him.

"It's just an illness, right? Besides, the doctor said it's curable. I'll take you to see a doctor right now, and once you're cured, we'll live a good life together. Since things have already come to light, I'll tell you too: I'll find a clean girl. But don't worry, I won't let that girl disturb your life. Our lives will continue as usual."

After he finished speaking, his wife turned and left. Looking at the empty staircase, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Their marriage had lasted for so many years; if it weren't for this damn doctor, perhaps none of these changes would have happened.

It's all the doctor's fault; it's all because of this meddlesome doctor.

He had a fire he wanted to vent, but all that fire was stuck in his throat, and in the end, he angrily punched the wall.

The secretary who just arrived also found Qin Jiang's contact information. "Their community is right here, and not far from ours. Since they can cure the illness, perhaps Madam will forgive you sooner or later after you're cured. After all, you were very good to Madam before, and you only made a small mistake."

The president went there overnight. Qin Jiang was asleep when the property management knocked on the door, saying they had something to discuss with him.

There was no other way but to open the door. As soon as he opened it, there were some people standing outside, and the president's bodyguards went straight in without saying a word and told the bodyguards to put the money on the coffee table.

"Let me be blunt with you. I am the husband of the lady I saw during the day. I am sick and I need you to treat me. This will be my payment after I am cured. Of course, there will be another compensation if my wife is cured."

He wore a confident smile. With so much money, what couldn't money solve?

Even if he has a disease, as long as he has money, the disease can be cured.

According to him, Qin Jiang glanced at the man and could only say that he was hopeless.

“If it were any other illness, perhaps I could still save you, but you have cancer, and it’s late-stage cancer. You don’t have many days left. Recently, you’ve been experiencing heart pain, and you always attribute it to working too much overtime and being very tired. But have you ever gone to the hospital for a checkup?”

"I wanted to save you too. Although I cured your problem in that area, there's no cure for your heart condition."

A person should not do anything against their conscience, because if they do, God will surely punish them.

You just always feel lucky, always thinking that even if you did something bad, his life is so good, and you don't cherish all the opportunities you have.

In the end, when you finally receive your revenge, you always want to look back, but by then it's too late.

"How is that possible? Our CEO has a physical examination every year. How could he have heart disease? And it's definitely not late-stage cancer. Even if it were late-stage cancer, the technology is so advanced now."

The secretary next to him didn't believe it, thinking that Qin Jiang was just bluffing, and that they had their check-ups at a major hospital every year.

The secretary couldn't believe what she was hearing, and the president's face showed signs of panic. Yes, he had worked overtime and stayed up late before, but it had never been this serious.

In the past few days, whenever he felt discomfort in his heart, he would rest early, but why did he still feel unwell?

He remembered that he did have a physical examination every year, but the heart-related examinations were always handled by the girl he knew.

"Doctor, you have to stand by your words. If what you say is true, I'll get a bonus. But if you're wrong, don't worry, I won't let you off the hook either." (End of Chapter)