33: Chapter 33 Mysterious Patient 33: Chapter 33 Mysterious Patient “Mr.

Qin, I’ve already said, just treat me as nothing and let it go,” Chen Si begged pitifully as he looked at Qin Han.

“Brother Qiao, do you think I should let him go?” Without responding to Chen Si, Qin Han instead asked Qiao Dalong.

“Hmm, let him go.” Qiao Dalong subconsciously responded, then realizing his slip-up quickly said, “Oh, no, Mr.

Qin, it’s all up to you whether to let him go.

If you’re not satisfied, I can make him disappear!”

Hearing that he might be made to disappear, Chen Si turned pale, well aware that Qiao Dalong was not merely intimidating him.

Qin Han smiled and said, “Uncle Qiao, he’s your man, you deal with him.”

Qiao Dalong, realizing that Qin Han wasn’t angry with him, and even seemed to owe him a favor, began to respect the young man before him.

Calm and composed, he was indeed a figure of note.

If it were anyone else leaning on the powerful Zhou family, they’d surely become arrogant, but Qin Han, as long as his bottom line was not crossed, never went on a merciless rampage.

After pondering for a moment, Qiao Dalong addressed Chen Si.

“Old Four, starting today, the sand needed at Mrs.

Qin’s construction site will be on the house for one month as an apology.

Additionally, you will handle the security of Mrs.

Qin’s construction site from now on,”

Having said that, Qiao Dalong then turned to Song Yuwei and asked, “Mrs.

Qin, are you satisfied with this arrangement?”

Qiao Dalong, having reached his position and status today, was certainly a shrewd person.

Knowing that Qin Han had left the matter in his hands, he would not pass the problem back.

One could see from their last meeting at the hotel that Qin Han deeply cared for Song Yuwei, prompting Qiao to ask her opinion.

“Ah?

No, no, just keep the sand coming regularly and stop causing trouble; that’s enough,” Song Yuwei, not one to exploit others’ weaknesses, quickly shook her head upon hearing that Chen Si would supply a month of sand for free.

The site needed thousands of cubic meters of sand daily, and a month’s supply was no trivial matter.

If they stopped causing trouble, that was already more than she could have hoped for; there was no need to take their sand for free.

“I’ll provide two months!

Ms.

Song, rest assured, if anyone dares to disturb the site in the future, just let me know, and I’ll make sure everything is handled clearly,” Chen Si, also a quick thinker, hurriedly took out his business card and handed it to Song Yuwei with both hands.

Qin Han nodded at Qiao Dalong with a slight smile, “Uncle Qiao, my medical skills are still passable.

If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to me.”

Qiao Dalong was quite delighted to hear this, having already heard that Qin Han not only aided the elderly Mr.

Zhou but actually brought him back from death’s doorstep single-handedly.

Qin Han then approached Chen Si, bowing slightly and said, “Brother Chen Si, sorry for the earlier offenses.

From now on, I’ll leave the site matters in your hands.”

“Mr.

Qin, I…

you, this shouldn’t be necessary, rest assured, I’ll set up a model unit by the gate and station someone here,” Chen Si, not expecting Qin Han to be so courteous suddenly, which was a stark contrast to earlier, hastily replied.

Seeing Qin Han’s actions, Qiao Dalong secretly gave a thumbs up.

Despite Qin Han’s young age, this move showed his seasoned street smarts.

“That’s settled then, I have issues to attend to at my clinic, I’ll be leaving now!” Qin Han waved his hand, then said to Song Yuwei, “Make sure to call me if you need anything.”

“Let me walk you out!” Qiao Dalong was not about to miss this opportunity to build a closer relationship with Qin Han, stepping forward to offer.

“Thank you!”

After Qin Han and Qiao Dalong left, Chen Si also departed with his group.

Watching Qin Han’s departing figure, Song Yuwei felt somewhat dazed.

She had never seen Qin Han like this before, his confidence, his composure, that innate aura of a leader, even stronger than the presence of any CEO she had met.

When Qin Han and Qiao Dalong arrived at the clinic, Zhou Wenfeng had already been waiting there early, mentioning that he wanted to take Qin Han to choose the script for the signboard.

Seeing Zhou Wenfeng in the clinic, Qiao Dalong was even more surprised.

It seemed that in the eyes of the Zhou family, Qin Han was not merely a subject of gratitude, but truly a friend.

After a brief greeting with Zhou Wenfeng, Qiao Dalong claimed he had something to do and left.

He knew he didn’t carry much weight in front of the Zhou family’s son, and didn’t want to be an eyesore.

Besides, now that he knew the location of Qin Han’s clinic, there would be plenty of opportunities to forge a closer relationship in the future.

At the store, the shopkeeper presented several scripts for Qin Han to choose from.

However, Qin Han didn’t even glance at them and instead, found a piece of huanghuali wood in the shop and began to carve the signboard himself.

The shopkeeper and Zhou Wenfeng, who had been observing the whole process, were shocked.

They watched as Qin Han carved four characters with the strength of his fingers, inciting the shopkeeper to look at Qin Han as if he were a monster.

The huanghuali wood was definitely real.

Was Qin Han really carving with his fingers?

“Hmm, not bad!” Qin Han set the plank straight and nodded slightly, fortunately, his calligraphy skills had not grown rusty.

He then turned to the shopkeeper and said, “Thank you for taking care of the rest!”

It was only then that the shopkeeper finally saw clearly the four characters: “Qin’s Medical Clinic.”

The four large characters leapt out from the wood, exuding an air of mastery.

Naturally, one who earns his living through this art is no amateur in calligraphy.

Setting aside his unforeseeable capabilities, just these four characters alone could classify him as a master of calligraphy.

Zhou Wenfeng smacked his lips and said to Qin Han, “Brother Qin, you truly are my idol.

Who would have thought you also understood calligraphy?

Is there anything you don’t know?”

“I don’t understand women!” Qin Han said irritably and walked straight out toward the car parked outside.

“I understand that…” Zhou Wenfeng called out and quickly followed him.

Qin Han had originally planned to spend the afternoon discussing the clinic’s opening and future management issues with Zhang Henian.

However, things did not go as Qin Han had hoped.

When Qin Han and Zhou Wenfeng returned to the clinic, they found that Elder Zhou was sitting in the main hall drinking tea.

Next to him sat an old man in Tang attire, who appeared to be in poor health from his complexion.

A young man with a stern face stood next to the old man, his eyes following Qin Han since he entered the room.

Number 3 was looking solemnly at the young man.

Qin Han knew that Number 3 was skilled in martial arts and seemingly held a high level of expertise.

It seemed that this old man was no ordinary person.

“Mr.

Qin, I apologize for the sudden visit,” Elder Zhou said as he stood up, smiling warmly.

“Elder Zhou, we don’t need to be so formal, do we?

Just call me Little Qin.

Wen Feng has practically been living at my place all day; if it weren’t for that kid eating so much, I’d hardly bother urging him to go home,” Qin Han jested.

“Hahaha.

Alright, alright!” Elder Zhou laughed heartily, his voice booming and resonant.

“Elder Zhou, hearing your laughter, it seems your health must have fully recovered,” Qin Han said with a smile.

“Little Qin, not only that, thanks to the medicine you prescribed, I can now eat two large bowls of rice in one meal!

I should be good for at least another ten years!

Haha!” Elder Zhou laughed again.

“Little Qin, this is a dear friend of mine who’s feeling a bit unwell.

Could you take a look at him later?” Elder Zhou appeared to hold great respect for this ‘dear friend,’ as he didn’t even mention his name.

Qin Han glanced at the old man, who smiled faintly back at him, and nodded.

“Elder Zhou, is he the Divine Doctor you spoke of?

He’s rather young, isn’t he?” the young man next to the elder queried.

“Age only shows how many meals one has eaten, and doesn’t imply anything else,” Qin Han said with a light smile, walking into the inner room.