Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 70 - 71: Is Qin Long Really Extraordinary?
"Him? Extraordinary?" Zhang Meilan snorted.
"He wasn’t lying. He really did withdraw a lot of money," Tang Xuewu said, suddenly looking at her mother. "That waitress just had no judgment."
"Xuewu, what are you trying to say? Spit it out," Zhang Meilan said, leaning in eagerly.
"Qin Long really isn’t short on money," Tang Xuewu said, her expression serious. "The card he has is Jiangzhong’s highest-level Purple Crystal Card. Mom, do you know what that means? You need a net worth of at least fifty million yuan and significant influence just to apply for one."
A Purple Crystal Card... Zhang Meilan knew about them. Her father had once told her that only people from top-tier families were qualified to apply. You needed both wealth and power; money alone wasn’t enough. Only promising young men like Wang Ming could get one. In all of Jiangzhong, fewer than ten people qualified. And Qin Long has one?
"Where is it? Where’s the Purple Crystal Card? Give it to me!" Zhang Meilan’s eyes lit up with excitement.
"Well... I was thinking, since this was to sort out the issue with Wang Ming’s transfer, I felt it would be wrong to ask for the card..." Tang Xuewu trailed off, waving her hand dismissively.
"What? You didn’t take it? Why not?!" Zhang Meilan shot to her feet, fuming. "How much was on it?"
"Ten million," Tang Xuewu said.
Hearing this, Zhang Meilan immediately sat back down and burst out laughing. "That’s hilarious! So the boy managed to secretly save up a thousand yuan? Impressive!"
"It was ten *million* yuan, not a thousand!" Tang Xuewu sighed in exasperation.
"What?!" Zhang Meilan’s expression changed in an instant. Her eyes went wide as she stared at her daughter. "Ten million? This... this...!"
Zhang Meilan stood frozen in shock. Tang Xuewu understood completely. If she hadn’t seen the printed receipt with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it either. The Qin Long who had been a simpleton for three years, unable to produce even a single yuan, had ten million in his bank account. Nobody would believe such a story.
"How could Qin Long possibly have that much money?" Zhang Meilan waved her arms, refusing to believe it. "It can’t be true! It just can’t be!"
"I saw the transaction receipt myself."
Her daughter’s words snapped Zhang Meilan back to reality. After all, this was her own child; she wouldn’t lie to her.
"What did he say at the time?" Zhang Meilan asked cautiously, biting her lip.
"He told me to come find him if I ran out of money and that I should go ahead and handle the subcontracting business first."
Hearing this, Zhang Meilan felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, rooted to the spot in disbelief.
Could it be that Qin Long was actually a very powerful man in the past? Or is he the fallen young master of some great family? A thousand different thoughts flashed through her mind.
"Well, it seems we’ll just have to wait for him to get back and question him carefully," Zhang Meilan declared, slapping her thigh.
"Mom, didn’t you tell him to get lost?" Tang Xuewu teased with a mischievous smile.
"You little brat!" Zhang Meilan huffed. "Even if he does have money, we still have to make him pay for your three years of emotional distress, your nanny fees, and your lost youth!"
With a cold snort, Zhang Meilan changed into her pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up.
「Longquan Hotel」
Inside a top-floor private suite, the room was as resplendent as a real palace. Han Bing, a queenly figure, was quite fond of the environment.
Only Qin Long and Han Bing were in the spacious room, though standing beside them were a dozen beautiful women. Some were dressed as flight attendants, some in cheongsams, and others in kimonos. Each one was a peerless beauty who would turn heads anywhere. Now, they all stood by quietly like maids.
"Where is Mrs. Zhao?" Qin Long asked, his brow twitching in displeasure.
"Young Master Qin, about that..." Han Bing said awkwardly. "I was afraid you wouldn’t come, so I deliberately told you Mrs. Zhao was waiting for you."
Qin Long shot her a cold glance, took a sip of his tea, and said flatly, "What do you want? Spit it out."
Han Bing waved a hand at the women behind her. They immediately bowed and filed out of the room. Even her personal bodyguards withdrew to stand outside the door.
"Young Master Qin, I came to ask you for a favor," Han Bing said, moving closer to him. "Mrs. Zhao told me that you are the Medical Immortal of our time! I hope you can save my life!"
Qin Long’s brow furrowed. I’ll have to warn Zhao Ruoying next time. My medical skills are unmatched, but I’m not a doctor for hire. Master only forced me to learn medicine to supplement my martial arts training. I have no desire to be some ’Medical Immortal,’ especially not in my current situation. If Qiu Hu found out, it would be a death sentence.
However, since he was already here, it felt wrong to refuse Han Bing outright.
"Young Master Qin, my illness..." Han Bing pleaded, her face a mask of desperation.
"Mrs. Zhao exaggerated," Qin Long said, interrupting her with a wave of his hand. "I just happened to know the basics of acupuncture, that’s all."
A hint of coldness flashed in Han Bing’s eyes. Mrs. Zhao guaranteed me that if Qin Long took action, my illness would be cured. Why else would I be debasing myself like this? But if I want to live, I have no choice but to humble myself and beg him.
"Young Master Qin, please, just take a look," she said, forcing down her anger. "As long as you cure me, I’ll pay any price."
Han Bing casually slipped off her outer coat, revealing a fair, well-postured figure. Though her face wasn’t as beautiful as Qin Long’s fiancée’s, her body was undeniably exquisite. With a feigned look of shyness, she slowly turned to expose her back to him.
A palm-sized, spider-shaped bloodstain was visible on her back, its edges showing signs of spreading. Qin Long only needed a brief glance to understand the situation.
"Young Master Qin, you don’t need to guess," Han Bing began. "To be frank, this was inflict—"
Before she could finish, Qin Long spoke slowly. "It’s the Blood Plum Gu Poison. It’s about to enter your bloodstream."
"What!" Han Bing’s expression changed dramatically, and she stared, dumbfounded. He really is the Medical Immortal of this age! I haven’t even said anything, and he identified the root of my illness with a single glance!
For years, she had consulted countless experts, all to no avail. It was only by chance that she had heard of Qin Long’s astonishing medical skills from Zhao Ruoying. Now, she saw the proof. Without even taking her pulse, he had diagnosed her illness with just his eyes. She felt like she was grasping her last lifeline. She could finally be free of this suffering and be cured!
"Young Master Qin, please save me!" Han Bing’s faith in him was now absolute. Before, she had been treating this as a last-ditch effort, like trying to revive a dead horse. After all, Qin Long was only in his twenties; he was so young. But now, she didn’t dare to harbor another shred of doubt.
"Young Master Qin, you have to save me!" she begged incessantly. She didn’t want to die; there were still so many handsome, high-quality men she hadn’t had her fun with yet. She would never accept being ruined like this.
Qin Long took another sip of tea. "How did you contract this Gu Poison?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face. He had to know the cause before he could find a solution. Blood Plum Gu Poison was typically passed down through generations or directly inflicted by someone.
"Young Master Qin, I get furious just thinking about it!" Han Bing poured herself a cup of tea and launched into her story. "Sometime back, I set my sights on a young girl with a great figure and wanted her to come work at my club." As she spoke, she began cursing, lighting up a long-stemmed pipe as if she and Qin Long were old friends. "But then the little brat’s mother rushed out to fight me to the death, so I had my men..."
