The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

"Uh... I'm not comfortable with that. I'll ask Bai Jinrong from Yunyang City to send someone to help out." Lu Wanqiu hesitated for a moment on the phone, but still insisted.

"Okay~"

Zhou Hao knew that refusing again would be pretentious, and he had to accept this favor.

Isn't Bai Jinrong the former owner of Tianbaolou? He was the former leader of the Qinglong Gang. I saw him at the party this morning, and he didn't seem very friendly to me.

Could this person be behind Lu Wanqiu?

He turned off the screen and sent a message to Police Chief Fan Yunzhou, Anti-Organized Crime Office Director Feng Yan, and Special Police Detachment Captain Xu Zhenwu, informing them of the time and place.

After thinking for a moment,

He then called Zhu Xiaotian and Wei Rong again to give them some instructions.

After finishing all this, he let out a soft breath.

Just then, his phone vibrated. It was Lu Wanqiu calling again. Zhou Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed the answer button. Lu Wanqiu's anxious voice came through the phone:

"Zhou Hao, I just spoke with Bai Jinrong on the phone. He agreed to send his strongest forces to help, but now he's in trouble."

His wife's condition has worsened and she's on the verge of death. Could you please help?

"Okay, I'll be there now. Send me the address."

Zhou Hao shook his head and sighed inwardly. It's truly a coincidence.

After receiving the address, Zhou Hao drove his Maybach straight to the Bai family's residence.

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The Bai family villa is located in the suburbs, not belonging to any residential community. It is an independent building, covering an area of ​​approximately 2,000 square meters, and is exceptionally grand.

The fact that such a detached villa could be built in such a prime location speaks volumes about the owner's wealth and status.

Inside the villa,

The second floor.

Inside a room resembling a hospital ICU, the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, and various advanced monitoring instruments beeped intermittently.

An elderly woman lay in a hospital bed, her body covered in tubes and wires, her eyes closed, fast asleep and unconscious.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! I gave you whatever you wanted—the most advanced equipment, the most expensive medicines—I provided it all, and yet you tell me it's too late!"

If anything happens to the lady, none of you will get away with it easily!

Bai Jinrong, abandoning his composed demeanor at the party that morning, roared with a fierce and sorrowful voice, his eyes filled with grief.

How can one not be heartbroken and devastated when one's spouse, with whom one has shared forty years of life, is about to be separated from one another forever?

"Master Bai, we'll do our best!"

The group of medical experts looked embarrassed and quickly gathered together to discuss treatment options.

"Hmph~"

Bai Jinrong huffed, walked to the bedside, took his wife's hand, his gaze suddenly softened, and he whispered:

"Xiao Hui, don't be afraid, I'm always with you. You have to hold on!"

"Sir, there's a young man outside who claims to be Zhou Hao. He says he was invited by President Lu to treat the old lady."

At that moment, the butler hurriedly came in to report.

"Zhou Hao?"

Bai Jinrong was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly. He walked to the window, glanced down, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Have him wait in the living room. By the way, when will Master Basong from Siam, whom we invited, arrive?"

Sure enough, it was the young man he had met at Tianbaolou that morning. He had embarrassed him and Su Guodong twice, which made him quite unhappy.

Lu Wanqiu just called to ask for his help in fighting against the Peng and Li families. Out of respect for Wanqiu, he reluctantly agreed to help.

Is this person trying to curry favor?

Although he had witnessed Zhou Haojianbao's methods and found them to be somewhat strange, he simply did not believe that Zhou Haojianbao could cure diseases, especially since he could not entrust his wife to a mere young man.

Countless experts and big names are powerless to help, so what can a nobody, a wandering doctor, possibly accomplish?

If it weren't for Wanqiu's strong recommendation, he wouldn't have bothered to entertain her.

When he returned in the morning, he had already sent people to secretly investigate Zhou Hao's background. They learned about his origins and his grudges with the Peng and Li families. He had heard about these things back then.

It turns out he is the godson of Liu Yannong, the chairman of Qinghe Group.

It's highly suspicious that a fool who's been sick for three years suddenly transforms into a master appraiser and doctor, and is about to engage in a decisive battle with the Peng and Li families.

What made him even more wary was that if such outstanding heiresses like Wanqiu and Ruyu were so infatuated with him, they must not be good people or have ulterior motives.

"Yes, Master Basong flew in from Hong Kong Island and is already on his way from the airport to home. He will arrive in a few minutes."

The butler finished speaking and hurriedly left.

He led Zhou Hao to the living room at the door, made him a cup of tea, and then left.

Zhou Hao didn't mind. With a slight thought, his Eye of Truth and Divine Sense instantly opened, taking in everything happening within a 600-meter radius.

I also have a clear understanding of the medical records and current conditions of the patients in the intensive care unit on the second floor.

He suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage three months ago and has been in a deep coma since the surgery, barely surviving on a ventilator.

Experts from all walks of life are at a loss and have already issued a critical condition notice.

At this time,

The butler led two people into the living room. One of them was thin and gaunt with sinister eyes, exuding a chilling aura of death.

It was Master Basong, whom the Bai family had hired from Siam at great expense. The middle-aged man following behind him was the middleman, Mr. Lin, who came from Hong Kong Island.

Zhou Hao glanced at Basong and immediately knew his background: he was called a master, but in reality, he was a black-robed Ajarn.

According to the Yin Yang Yin Yang Medical Immortal Scripture, the black-robed Ajarn is often referred to as a black wizard or a sorcerer, and is a highly controversial figure in Siamese Buddhist culture.

He specializes in dark magic, is skilled in casting spells, controlling spirits, and raising ghost children. He believes in taking money to solve problems for people, doing things for a fee, and has no morality or humanity whatsoever.

The materials commonly used to make sacred objects and amulets include grave soil, corpse oil, skulls, and even the corpses of infants. The places of practice are often gloomy places such as cemeteries and ancient tombs.

Basong glanced at Zhou Hao on the sofa, then followed the butler upstairs expressionlessly.

"Master, Master Basong has arrived!"

The housekeeper led the two into the ward and introduced them to Bai Jinrong.

"Welcome, Master! You must save my wife! Fees are no problem!"

Bai Jinrong, suppressing his grief, greeted them with hope.

"Don't worry, Master Pasong is a legendary Phra Ajarn from Siam, renowned throughout Southeast Asia, and highly regarded among wealthy families and celebrities in the country."

Many celebrities have had positive connections with the master, such as Bingbing, Dekang, Niu Mi, Feifei, etc. Let's begin the treatment.

Lin Sheng, the liaison and translator, patted his chest confidently, speaking fluent Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

"Mr. Bai, we have so many experts racking our brains but have not seen any results. It is probably not appropriate to invite these charlatans of unknown origin. If something happens to Madam, we cannot bear the responsibility."

At this point, the head of the expert group offered a friendly reminder, which was also a way for him to absolve himself of responsibility.

"Then come up with a plan to wake her up! What's the point of just talking? A bunch of quacks, wasting my time and money!"

Bai Jinrong glared and retorted.

The expert team leader shook his head and sighed, then silently stepped aside.

At this time,

Basong's sinister gaze swept over the expert group, he snorted coldly, and then chattered a few words to Lin Sheng.