The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

"Getting into Yunyang Central Hospital isn't easy. I'll ask my friend tomorrow. By the way, I heard from Xiaohao that the Heavenly Lord doesn't dare to cause trouble anymore, so we can rest assured."

Xia Ziruo then raised her head and said.

"Don't worry about me! Just because he says he won't dare doesn't mean he won't dare. He even dared to hit Zeyu, what else wouldn't he do? His own ass is still in the sand, humph!" Qiu Shulan rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Ziruo, those people are unreasonable. Didn't they cause trouble in your clinic this afternoon? It's best to be careful. If all else fails, I'll ask someone to smooth things over."

Xia Zhongjing looked worried and sighed.

"Uncle, Aunt, don't worry~ I'm going to find my cousin. He works at the police station and is the director of the North City Police Station, which is in charge of this area."

At this moment, Shen Zeyu, whose head was bandaged and face was covered in ointment, rolled his eyes and took over the conversation:

"My Shen family is not a pushover; we will settle this score with them sooner or later."

He had planned to show off at his future mother-in-law's birthday party and make his rival Zhou Hao look bad, but things took an unexpected turn when that bastard Zhang Biao ruined everything.

He was utterly humiliated, and the two million he owed Zhu Xiaotian was still nowhere to be found, leaving him extremely anxious.

Although he holds some shares in the Shen Group and is nominally the second in line to inherit, it's all just a formality. In reality, his own engineering company has to be responsible for its own profits and losses.

He was disliked by his father and older brother from a young age, and they didn't care about him at all.

The only way is to squeeze some money out of the Xia family, since the old man owns a Chinese herbal medicine company, and I heard the profits are pretty good.

"With this connection, you don't need to worry. You child, hurry up and contact your uncle, lest things get complicated." Qiu Shulan's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

"Wait a moment, I'll call him right away."

As he spoke, Shen Zeyu picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Uncle, it's me, Zeyu. I need your help with something."

Then, while speaking, he got up and went to the next room, pretending to communicate loudly so that everyone could hear him.

A few minutes later.

"Uncle, Auntie's all taken care of. My cousin agreed to handle the negotiations, so there won't be any problems."

Shen Zeyu walked out of the room, looking confident, and said, "It just takes a little money to smooth things over; he himself won't take a single penny."

"Of course, you can't ask someone for a favor without spending money. How much do you need so we can prepare?" Qiu Shulan asked impatiently.

"Three million. My uncle only agreed because of the Shen family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have cared about any amount of money. Zhu Xiaotian, the underworld boss, is not someone that ordinary people can handle."

Shen Zeyu said nonchalantly.

"Young Master Shen, what are you going to do about the two million you owe Zhu Xiaotian?"

Xia Zhongjing was taken aback for a moment, then asked.

Although the Xia family has some money, three million is not a small amount.

Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

He hadn't made up his mind to marry Zixuan to Shen Zeyu yet. After all, Zixuan and Zhou Hao had been engaged for many years and their relationship was still solid, which couldn't be broken by a single angry remark from Zixuan.

"Uncle, the project payment will be settled in a couple of days, it's over ten million."

Shen Zeyu calmly explained, "After paying off the loan, covering the cost of materials and miscellaneous expenses, and paying the workers' wages, we made a net profit of about five million."

"Zeyu is truly promising. The old man should quickly transfer 3.5 million to Zeyu and hand it over to his uncle. 3 million is for bribing officials, and 500,000 is a thank-you fee. Others may not accept it, but we cannot be ignorant of etiquette."

Qiu Shulan urged, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

She was increasingly satisfied with her prospective son-in-law, who was making money at a rate comparable to a money-printing machine. He earned a net profit of five million from a single project, more than an average person could earn in a lifetime.

Zhou Hao, that unemployed bum, is nowhere near as good as Ze Yu.

"Yes, Zeyu is young and promising, which makes him the target of jealousy and sabotage. He needs to be dealt with. Dad, don't be stingy with a few dollars. It's better to spend money to avoid disaster. Zeyu will earn more money than he can spend in the future."

Xia Zixuan echoed her sentiment.

At this moment, we must stand on Zeyu's side and not let Zhou Hao look down on him.

That bastard doesn't care about me at all, and besides, I'm a penniless pauper. Why should I fawn over him?

"Okay, hopefully this will turn out fine and nothing will happen. As long as our family is safe and sound, that's the most important thing."

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Zhongjing nodded and then transferred 3.5 million to Shen Zeyu.

Since Xiao Hao and Zi Ruo are involved, spending money to avoid trouble is a win-win situation, and this money should not be wasted.

"Uncle, Aunt, Sister Ziruo, I'll be going now. Don't worry, this matter will be handled perfectly."

Upon receiving the money, Shen Zeyu was overjoyed; the Xia family was indeed a juicy, green leek (a metaphor for being exploited).

Not only was the two million debt resolved, but they also made a million in profit; it was like a windfall.

Then he immediately said goodbye and left, preparing to fill the hole, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

Xia Zixuan also got up to see him downstairs.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going out with my friends tomorrow and won't be back until tonight."

After Shen Zeyu and Xia Zixuan left, Xia Ziru shook her head and sighed softly.

Although she was somewhat worried about Zhou Hao, she chose to believe that he wouldn't lie.

He said he had beaten Zhu Xiaotian into submission, so that must be the case.

It's just that Mom and Zixuan were desperate and would try anything, and Dad is a henpecked husband who transfers millions of dollars with just a word. There's nothing we can do but wait and see.

"Remember to come back for dinner tonight. I'll buy two hens to stew tomorrow morning to help you recover and calm your nerves."

Qiu Shulan stood up, pursed her lips, and said, "Stop associating with Zhou Hao. He's a jinx; he brings misfortune wherever he goes."

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Xiao Hao is not a jinx; he is a victim. As family friends, we should care about him more. Invite him to our house for dinner tomorrow."

Xia Zhongjing finally stood up for himself and retorted.

I've rarely visited Zhou Hao in the past three years. I feel so guilty towards my former comrade-in-arms and his wife. It brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.

Now that I have the chance to make amends, I should at least do my part.

"Pshaw, you think you're so smart? You'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight."

Qiu Shulan swayed her round hips as she walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

The father and daughter looked at each other, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

......

Early the next morning.

After Zhou Hao finished breakfast,

He drove the new Tank 400 that his bodyguard, A-Gui, had bought to pick up Xia Ziruo at Cuihu Garden.

The trunk contained the cigarettes and alcohol that Guo Kai had given me yesterday.

After half an hour.

Zhou Hao, carrying cigarettes and alcohol, knocked on Xia Ziruo's door on the sixth floor.

"Why are you here again? You're sick, why aren't you staying home? What are you doing wandering around?" Qiu Shulan opened the door and saw Zhou Hao. Her expression immediately turned from sunny to stormy.

"Uh, I'm all better now. I came to see Uncle and you, and also to take Zi Ruo out for a walk to clear her head."

Zhou Hao didn't mind and went into the living room to put the cigarettes and alcohol on the coffee table.

"Your uncle went to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks."

Qiu Shulan, looking displeased, called out towards the inner room, "Zi Ruo, Zhou Hao is here."