The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 643: Don’t Take an Inch and Ask for a Mile

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Don’t Take an Inch and Ask for a Mile

"Okay, Master Ma, I will do my best," Doctor Miao understood instantly and immediately walked to Quan Xiu’en’s bedside.

He first glanced at the hospital’s report, then he carefully lifted Quan Xiu’en’s eyelid to check.

After completing the cursory examination, Doctor Miao turned to Ma Zhiwen and said, "Master Ma, Miss Quan’s problem isn’t serious. It’s just that her brain was inadvertently hit, causing some concussion-induced coma. The medicines are in my private clinic. I’ll send a message to my assistant, but I’ll need Secretary Cui to help me pick them up."

"Okay," the female secretary nodded. "I’ll drive there now to get them."

Secretary Cui left, and Yang Yu didn’t stop her; he just sat in the hospital room and waited.

Feeling somewhat bored, he turned to Doctor Miao and asked, "Doctor Miao, may I know which medical university you graduated from? Are you a doctor in a formal hospital, or how come you have a private clinic?"

Doctor Miao was taken aback by Yang Yu’s barrage of questions, his face twitched slightly, "I graduated from Tianhai Medical University. Since I had no connections, I had to open my own clinic. Thanks to Master Ma’s trust in me, he asked me to come here to diagnose and treat Ms. Quan."

"Oh, from Tianhai Medical University!" Yang Yu laughed. "I’m familiar with that place; I know many teachers there! What was your major and which year did you graduate? Perhaps I know your professors."

"I, I, I..." Doctor Miao was so nervous that his hands trembled continuously. "I graduated in 2015, majoring in neurology, Professor Gong was my mentor."

"What a coincidence." Yang Yu smiled. "I actually know Professor Gong from neurology. I’ll give him a call..."

"Mr. Yang, let’s not disturb the old man, shall we?" Ma Zhiwen laughed, "Do you not trust me?"

"I really don’t trust you," Yang Yu grinned at Ma Zhiwen. "We just met today, and you want me to trust you? How naive would I have to be to say such a thing?"

"Mr. Yang, that’s not very pleasant of you to say," Ma Zhiwen’s face also darkened. "This is my territory in Hang City; if Mr. Yang doesn’t even have this little trust, it means you don’t respect the Ma Family of Hang City!"

"Heh, Master Ma is getting anxious, huh!" Yang Yu teased as he looked at Ma Zhiwen. "Alright, I need to step out for a bit; you guys take care of Quan Xiu’en for me."

There were surveillance cameras in the hospital room, and Yang Yu believed they wouldn’t mess around.

He now had things to do and would tentatively trust Ma Zhiwen’s nonsense for the time being!

Ma Zhiwen’s female secretary, Cui Ping, hadn’t gone far, just to a guest room in a hotel near the hospital.

She took out a piece of black talisman paper, closed her eyes, and began to chant.

Seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "Transform!"

The black talisman paper immediately burned up and turned to ash.

Cui Ping collected the talisman ash into a small bottle and then poured it into water and stirred it.

Strangely, when the black ash mixed with the water, the mixture still looked just like water, showing no signs of having anything else mixed in.

"That’s it done." Cui Ping, very pleased with herself, put away the small bottle and left the room.

When Cui Ping returned to Quan Xiu’en’s hospital room, Ma Zhiwen was becoming impatient, "Secretary Cui, why did you take so long to come back?"

Cui Ping replied, "It took a bit longer on the road... Where is Yang Yu?"

"He went out earlier, I don’t know what he’s up to," Ma Zhiwen said. "Quick, give the stuff to Doctor Miao, let’s get moving before Yang Yu comes back..."

"Why the rush?" Yang Yu pushed the door open and entered, smiling at Ma Zhiwen.

Ma Zhiwen chuckled, "Isn’t this meant to be a surprise for Mr. Yang?"

"No surprises, but quite a few scares," Yang Yu laughed. "Do you know what I just did?"

Ma Zhiwen felt a sinking feeling: "Mr. Yang, did you just..."

"Went to find evidence." Yang Yu pulled out his phone and played a video, leaving Ma Zhiwen and his companions dumbfounded.

Was this not the video of Cui Ping burning talisman paper?

"Yang Yu, you, you..." Ma Zhiwen couldn’t comprehend how Yang Yu had managed it; his gaze resembled that of someone who had just seen a ghost.

Cui Ping was also full of terror. With her formidable spiritual power, she hadn’t noticed at all that someone had filmed her!

"Master Ma, so much for your so-called trust!" Yang Yu’s face suddenly turned incredibly grim, "If Quan Xiu’en were unconscious for another two days, her brain would be completely damaged, turning her into a vegetable. Using such methods against an ordinary woman, Master Ma, is this the so-called style of the great Hang City, Ma Family?"

"Well, since Mr. Yang already saw through it, I might as well speak frankly," Ma Zhiwen chuckled, "I took a fancy to Quan Xiu’en. I’ve never had an affair with a top foreign female celebrity; it must be thrilling, heh heh."

"But I also know she’s your person, so it wasn’t convenient to force myself on her, thus I wanted us to become friends. As long as she was willing, she could just name her price, I, Ma Zhiwen, am not a stingy person."

"Who knew she completely ignored me, so I had to resort to making her pass out. Of course, I didn’t intend any harm."

"As long as she wakes up within three days, she will be fine. I just wanted her to owe me a favor, making it convenient for us to exchange emotions."

"Mr. Yang, you wouldn’t really mind such a trivial matter, would you?"

"Whether it matters or not will be up to Quan Xiu’en to decide." Yang Yu walked to Quan Xiu’en’s side, touched her forehead briefly, and she woke up.

Yang Yu asked Quan Xiu’en, "Did you hear everything?"

"I heard it all." Quan Xiu’en nodded, "Mr. Yang, if I want you to seek justice for me, you definitely will, right?"

"Yes." Yang Yu gave a very certain answer.

"Good, thank you, Mr. Yang." Quan Xiu’en got up from the bed, walked up to Ma Zhiwen, and slapped him hard across the face.

Slap!

Ma Zhiwen took a solid slap, a handprint shining on his face.

"You bitch, you dare to hit me!" Ma Zhiwen immediately raised his hand to strike back, but then he saw Yang Yu’s icy gaze.

Ma Zhiwen’s heart skipped a beat, and he obediently lowered his hand.

Since he knew Yang Yu, he was naturally aware of his methods.

This man doesn’t play by the rules, truly someone not to provoke.

Slap!

Quan Xiu’en slapped Ma Zhiwen again on the other side of his face, infuriating him so much that he nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them.

But he could only endure it, bitterly saying, "Mr. Yang, I’ve already given you enough respect, I hope you don’t push things too far..."

"Ah!" Suddenly, Cui Ping’s head was struck by a palm from Yang Yu. She screamed out, blood flowing from all seven orifices, a horrific sight!

Yang Yu said coldly, "Using Evil Magic on my people, tired of living! If there’s a next time, it won’t just be your Evil Magic that’s ruined!"