Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 114, could the Divine Doctor you’re talking about be me?

Chapter 114: Chapter 114, could the Divine Doctor you’re talking about be me?

Hearing Xu Wendong’s words, a fiery light flashed in Wu Mei’s eyes, and she whispered, "If you can secure the 500 million credit funds from the Industrial and Commercial Bank, I’ll let you experience what ’Ice and Fire Two Heavens’ means tonight." She raised her eyebrows at Xu Wendong as she spoke.

Xu Wendong only felt parched, though he had been ’bitten’ before, he had never experienced Ice and Fire Two Heavens. For a moment, his imagination ran wild.

Ding dong!

Wu Mei pressed the doorbell.

Moments later, Jiang Feipeng, the manager of the Industrial and Commercial Bank Credit Department, came out wearing slippers. Upon seeing Wu Mei, he frowned: "Miss Wu, I have made myself very clear before, why are you still not giving up?"

"Manager Jiang, please give us another chance!" Wu Mei forced a smile: "We really need the funds you hold. A higher interest rate is also fine."

Jiang Feipeng said coldly, "We have already conducted a risk assessment before. You simply can’t repay this money."

If Chen Ping’an and Wu Mei were only borrowing five hundred million from him, he would have waved his hand and lent them the money decisively. After all, who he lent it to did not matter. But the problem was, they had previously borrowed four hundred million from other banks.

Now he had to doubt whether they had the ability to repay.

Wu Mei said, "Manager Jiang, you also know about the reconstruction news in the south of the city. As long as we can land this project, we have full repayment capacity."

"Now let’s hold off on the loan matter. I have brought you a Divine Doctor who might be able to restore sensation to your father’s legs."

Jiang Feipeng looked at Xu Wendong and sneered: "Miss Wu, the Divine Doctor you mentioned wouldn’t happen to be this young man, would it?"

"No... you claim to be the Female Zhuge in the martial world, how can you insult my intelligence like this?"

Obviously, Jiang Feipeng did not believe Xu Wendong. Of course, it was normal; after all, Xu Wendong was too young. At his age, he should have just entered college, let alone being called a Divine Doctor.

"Miss Wu, I appreciate you thinking about helping my father’s legs regain sensation, but I can’t trust you. There’s no way I’d let a young greenhorn randomly treat my father."

"As for the Divine Doctor, I do know one, someone with the ability to bring the dead back to life." At this, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

At the same time, Xu Wendong’s phone rang. Seeing the number ending with 8888, Xu Wendong grinned shyly: "Manager Jiang, is this your number?" He handed his phone to Jiang Feipeng as he spoke.

Jiang Feipeng was dumbfounded when he saw his own number: "What’s going on? How did I call you?"

Xu Wendong cleared his throat: "Could it be possible that I am the Divine Doctor you’re talking about?"

Jiang Feipeng instinctively swallowed and couldn’t help asking, "What is your name?"

Wu Mei: "His name is Xu Wendong, a doctor at the People’s Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Jiang Feipeng was shocked, never expecting the doctor he wanted to meet was right in front of him. Not hesitating, he quickly opened the door and warmly extended his hands: "Doctor Xu, please forgive my previous disrespect. It’s like a flood hit the Dragon King Temple, I have long admired you!"

At this, he added, "Your phone number was given to me by Ding Yao, my sister-in-law is Ding Yao’s aunt."

Wu Mei laughed and said, "Manager Jiang, with what you said, we’re practically family!"

"Aren’t we?" Jiang Feipeng’s attitude made a complete turnaround, inviting Wu Mei and Xu Wendong warmly into his villa.

In the villa’s back garden, Xu Wendong met Jiang Feipeng’s father, who was sitting in a wheelchair reading a newspaper, looking somewhat haggard. After a brief chat, Xu Wendong checked the old man’s condition.

Then he offered his opinion: "The old man’s condition is not severe. I’ll give him a massage first, then prescribe a formula for you to soak in a medicated bath. If everything goes as expected, he should regain the ability to move within a month."

If someone else had said this, Jiang Feipeng would have sneered, but coming from Xu Wendong, he believed it without a doubt because he had heard from Ding Yao that Xu Wendong could not only cure ankylosing spondylitis but also bring the dead back to life.

Sure enough, after Xu Wendong’s massage, the elderly man in the wheelchair also felt a slight prickling pain, which made him extremely excited.

Since the car accident, his legs had lost sensation. Although he had seen many doctors for rehabilitation therapy, nothing worked.

But now, Xu Wendong had given him hope.

"The damaged meridians in the old man’s legs have been activated. Next comes the medicinal bath therapy," Xu Wendong wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Although he appeared relaxed during the massage, he had expended a lot of True Qi.

"Manager Jiang, please find some paper and a pen. I’ll write a prescription, and you can soak the medicinal bath according to it."

Jiang Feipeng, beaming with red delight: "Given our relationship, no need to call me Manager Jiang. Just call me Uncle Jiang."

Xu Wendong agreed, and after Jiang Feipeng brought him paper and a pen, he wrote down the prescription.

After accepting the prescription, Jiang Feipeng led Xu Wendong and Wu Mei out of the back garden, into the living room, and said: "Miss Wu, to be honest, lending that amount of money to you would pose a significant risk to our bank."

"Even if you offer us higher interest, it won’t offset those risks."

"However, I must give face to Wendong, so I will bear part of the risk for you."

Wu Mei was overjoyed.

Jiang Feipeng was a straightforward person, immediately printing the contract at home and promising to transfer the five hundred million to Wu Mei’s bank account by evening.

Afterward, Xu Wendong and Wu Mei left Jiang Feipeng’s house. On the way back, Wu Mei was in high spirits, after all, they had prepared funds up to 1.5 billion this time.

In the passenger seat, Xu Wendong said, "Don’t celebrate too early. Although we have amassed 1.5 billion, Shengpeng Group is deeply rooted and has financial resources that cannot be compared to ours."

"If they manage to gather more funds, we might not win this project."

Hearing this, Wu Mei sighed: "In fact, once it exceeds 1.5 billion, this project is dispensable for us. Because if it exceeds that amount, our profit would be very little."

"However, this battle is not about profit or loss, but about the dignity between us!" A cold light flashed in Xu Wendong’s eyes: "Shengpeng Group has made me their pawn, playing with me. If we don’t get this project, how can we establish ourselves in Qingyuan in the future?"

Shengpeng Group used him to kill, drastically changing his character, becoming Xu Wendong’s Heart Demon. As a cultivator, he had to make Shengpeng Group pay dearly!