CHAPTER 1175: CHAPTER 1174: BEGGING ME IS USELESS

Ye Qiu prepared to head to Wen Xin’s office, but before he could reach it, An Lijun’s father came out of the ward and suddenly caught sight of Ye Qiu.

Last night, An Lijun and Deng Zhiyong’s families had gone to find Director Zhou, asking him to contact Ye Qiu. They thought Ye Qiu had taken a lot of money from those two, but now that their conditions had relapsed, they wanted Ye Qiu to take responsibility.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu hadn’t received a single penny.

Now, An Lijun and Deng Zhiyong’s families realized they had been lied to.

Both An Lijun and Deng Zhiyong’s conditions were very serious, and they were sent to the critical condition ward for twenty-four-hour intensive monitoring.

Given their situations, it was feared they could leave this world at any time.

"Doctor Ye."

An Lijun’s father called out.

Thinking back to the last time, since Ye Qiu could cure his son’s illness, he believed he surely could again now.

So, An Lijun’s father hurriedly ran towards Ye Qiu.

Initially, upon seeing this old man, Ye Qiu couldn’t recognize him.

But then he recalled and recognized him as An Lijun’s father.

Ye Qiu ignored him and continued to walk forward.

"Doctor Ye, please save my son."

An Lijun’s father said.

Ye Qiu paid no attention as An Lijun’s father suddenly grabbed Ye Qiu’s trouser leg and knelt down.

At this moment, many passing doctors and nurses, as well as patients and their families, were watching, making Ye Qiu feel quite embarrassed.

Especially as the doctors and nurses recognized him as Ye Qiu.

"Begging me is useless!"

Ye Qiu shook off the hand coldly.

Initially, he had already given a warning and punishment, not expecting them to take it lightly, still trying to play tricks, so how could Ye Qiu possibly let them off without them facing consequences?

"Doctor Ye, I’m really sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of my son."

An Lijun’s father said.

"I said begging me is useless. A person like him who doesn’t keep his word, not even heaven will forgive. Go back and let your son wait for death. After all, to him, money is more important than life."

Ye Qiu shook off An Lijun’s father’s hand and continued towards Wen Xin’s office.

An Lijun’s father was left staring blankly at the departing Ye Qiu, getting up and returning to the ward.

Initially, he really thought Ye Qiu had taken a lot of medical fees from his son, but it turned out he hadn’t taken a single penny.

As for the conflict between Ye Qiu and An Lijun, An Lijun’s father was still unclear.

Returning to the ward, he saw his wife and daughter-in-law and said, "I just saw Doctor Ye. I begged him to treat Lijun, but Doctor Ye ignored me and said someone like Lijun, who doesn’t keep his word, not even heaven will forgive."

"Did you really see Doctor Ye? Where is he? Let me go beg him."

An Lijun’s mother said.

"He’s already gone."

An Lijun’s father said with a helpless sigh.

"No, it seems like only Doctor Ye can cure Lijun. If it goes on like this, I’m afraid Lijun won’t hold on much longer."

An Lijun’s mother said.

However, An Lijun’s wife said nothing.

She always felt that her husband could avoid initial dangers but couldn’t escape eventual misfortune. Moreover, last time he was also on the brink but it was Ye Qiu who saved him, giving him more time.

But now, she hesitated to ask Ye Qiu for help again.

"Where, where is Doctor Ye?"

An Lijun asked as he awoke.

In a daze, hearing his parents mention Ye Qiu, he realized that only Ye Qiu could save him now.

"He was at the hospital just now, but he may have left."

"Hurry, go find him. I’ll give him whatever he wants."

An Lijun urged.

At this point, he truly regretted not keeping his promise. Otherwise, in this situation, how could Ye Qiu possibly save him?

Last time, Ye Qiu only asked for the benefits he received from the Ning Family and shares in the Eiffel chain hotels, yet he still had other money.

But if he really died now, when it came time to go underground, he feared he’d be spending money from another world, so what good was wealth in this one?

Moreover, the pain he was experiencing now, especially after each radiotherapy and chemotherapy session, always felt worse than death.

But he didn’t want to die so soon.

"I’m afraid he won’t trust you anymore."

His wife said helplessly.

"Hurry, hurry, I don’t want to die."

An Lijun said.

Hearing this, An Lijun’s parents cried, and his wife didn’t know what to say.

In this situation, the only solution was to plead with Ye Qiu. Only if Ye Qiu treated An Lijun would he have a chance of recovery.

As for whether there would be another recurrence or spread of cancer cells next time, that remained unknown.

If he couldn’t get through this time, there wouldn’t be a next time to consider.

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Ye Qiu approached the door of Wen Xin’s office and glanced inside, seeing nurses wearing caps and uniforms chatting.

He didn’t see Wen Xin’s figure, though.

After knocking on the door, Wen Xin’s roommate Zhang Li soon saw him, knowing he was there to find Wen Xin.

"Doctor Ye, Wen Xin is doing rounds downstairs and will be up soon."

Given that, Ye Qiu decided to wait for a while.

After Zhang Li poured Ye Qiu a cup of water, the nurses stopped chatting frivolously as before.

About twenty minutes later, Wen Xin came in from outside the office. Seeing Ye Qiu sitting in her seat, she was visibly excited; she had long heard Ye Qiu was there treating patients.

But she hadn’t seen him yet and thought he might have already left.

"You’re here."

"I came to treat someone and to see you."

Wen Xin was still as confident as before—without the previous issue of bad breath, she was more self-assured, smiled more often, and naturally felt more energetic.

It wasn’t yet quitting time; she had to stay until 6:30 PM to leave.

"What time do you get off?"

"Six thirty."

Wen Xin replied.

Ye Qiu checked the time, barely five o’clock in the afternoon, still early.

Thinking of Xia Jing’s situation, Ye Qiu decided it was the perfect opportunity to spread her condition through these nurses. Of course, he wanted Xia Jing to play dead, naturally saying even he couldn’t cure her illness.

"Such an illness exists?"

Wen Xin and the other nurses seemed skeptical.

"I can’t cure it either. I’m afraid she doesn’t have much time and might as well be sent to the Morgue."

Ye Qiu chatted with Wen Xin and the other nurses, and Wen Xin believed him.

If even Ye Qiu couldn’t cure it, then no other doctor could.

After all, in Wen Xin and others’ minds, Ye Qiu could even fully cure late-stage cancer patients.