City's Best Divine Doctor-Chapter 1427 - 1426: Racing Expert Bernard

Walking along the seaside and the vineyard, Ye Qiu and Louise went quite a distance, and upon returning to the Eastern Castle, he thought the piano prince had left, but unexpectedly, he was still there drinking.

"Piano prince, is there anything else?" Ye Qiu found this old man quite amusing, as he was already over seventy years old and had been famous in France and all over the world for many years. As the saying goes, with both fame and fortune, what was he still pursuing now?

"Are you really a doctor?" Richard asked again.

"I’ve answered this question many times, is there anything else?" Ye Qiu inquired.

"How are your medical skills?"

Asking about Ye Qiu’s medical skills was essentially asking what his official profession was, as playing the piano was merely Ye Qiu’s hobby.

"So far, there’s no illness I can’t cure!"

At least from Ye Qiu’s perspective, there wasn’t a disease he couldn’t treat yet.

Ye Qiu had treated various kinds of diseases, both major and minor, from common colds and fevers to severe late-stage cancers.

"A friend of mine had an accident during a racing event and has been in a coma ever since. Could you take a look?" Richard asked.

"A racing accident? In a coma? Is he in a vegetative state?"

"It’s similar to a vegetative state, but somehow it feels different. He was quite famous in F1 racing and had won the World Championship twice."

As soon as Richard spoke, Louise asked, "Mr. Richard, are you talking about Mr. Bernard?"

Bernard was indeed very famous in French racing, and even throughout Europe. He represented BMW in F1 races and won two World Championships, and had achieved many other segmented titles from various countries.

Just last year, during the San Marino Grand Prix, he had an accident, and after being rescued, he remained in a coma. Initially, he was treated in a hospital for a long time, but now he is receiving care from a private doctor at home.

"Miss Louise, my friend is indeed Mr. Bernard you mentioned."

Richard was known worldwide and had many friends across various fields, like racing and football, not just in music.

Richard was really curious; Ye Qiu played the piano well, demonstrating great talent, yet he said he wasn’t very interested in it and didn’t want to perform at Vienna’s Golden Hall, which puzzled him.

Upon hearing that Ye Qiu’s main profession was a doctor, Richard was even more surprised.

If Ye Qiu’s medical skills were better than his piano playing, just how incredible were his medical abilities?

"Where is he now?"

Ye Qiu asked.

"He’s at his private villa in a small town, cared for by family and a private nurse and doctor. It’s been nearly two years, and his family and doctor are disappointed as he hasn’t awoken yet. The attending doctor believes Bernard might not wake up, staying in a coma until his death. I recently visited this friend."

"Let’s go see your friend this afternoon!"

Now that Richard mentioned his friend’s situation, and since Ye Qiu was still in France, he could find time to examine Bernard.

During lunchtime, since they had just eaten grilled meat and weren’t very hungry, Ye Qiu asked a middle-aged couple to prepare a simple meal for everyone.

After eating, Ye Qiu prepared to go as Richard had suggested.

Speaking of which, all of France wasn’t very big, equivalent to a small province area back home, as the entire area of Europe added together could only be comparable to Huaxia’s size.

So now, Ye Qiu was ready to drive directly there.

With Louise, Zhou Wenting, and Song Ying in Ye Qiu’s car, Richard got into the car with the bodyguards, and Ye Qiu followed behind.

The mentioned small French town was in the Northeast of France, while Ye Qiu’s Eastern Castle was in the Northwest. It wasn’t too far, roughly a four to five-hour journey.

Arriving at the nearby town took about five-thirty in the afternoon according to Paris time.

After nearly four and a half hours of driving, Ye Qiu noticed that the highways in France were quite good, with fewer people and cars compared to back home, and there wasn’t any traffic jam.

Of course, upon arriving here, the climate and environment seemed very different.

Here, it was already close to Luxembourg and Germany.

"Doctor Ye, we are almost there," Richard said.

Initially, Louise and Zhou Wenting wanted to take turns driving to relieve Ye Qiu, believing it would be less tiring, but Ye Qiu insisted on driving himself.

Continuing to follow Richard to the town, he found that the French town was similar to small villages in China, just more orderly and uniquely structured.

Richard’s bodyguards drove to a private villa in the town. As they arrived, Ye Qiu noticed many racing cars parked outside.

These racing cars were ones Bernard had driven in the past and were still kept here.

Furthermore, there was a racetrack nearby, which Bernard used for training.

Unexpectedly, those racing cars had been parked here for almost two years, untouched, and Bernard’s place seemed to have lost its previous glory.

Richard’s bodyguards parked, and as Richard got out and rang the doorbell, after about five minutes, a maid-like French lady came out.

After Richard explained the situation, she quickly opened the iron gate.

Richard’s bodyguards drove inside, and Ye Qiu followed them.

Once inside, he found the private villa was indeed large, like a big high school back home, with not many buildings, just three, and the rest was all greenery, looking very comfortable.

Ye Qiu parked the car and stepped out, opening the door, and Louise, Song Ying, and Zhou Wenting also got out. Richard said, "Please follow me."

The maid-like lady led Ye Qiu and Richard inside and they sat in the living room on the first floor of the villa while she left to find Bernard’s parents, and Richard followed.

Sitting there, Ye Qiu noticed the place was filled with photographs of Bernard’s past awards and racing snapshots, along with many trophies.

They looked densely packed, certainly numerous, with each representing a trophy snatched from the jaws of death.

Racing had exceeded normal human limits, and naturally posed dangers.

From racing history, many racers had died during races, and Bernard, though heavily comatose, was very fortunate not to have died.