Chapter 339 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Thirty-eight)
As a student of Dr. Lian, Wang Qiang has always believed that he has a special status in the medical community.
His teacher is a leader in the medical field, so as a student he should also be respected by other doctors.
Even though his medical skills are not that great, he has a good teacher.
He has always believed that everyone should be bowing down to him just for this reason.
It was not until he learned that the teacher had brought a young student that Wang Qiang felt a sense of crisis.
The student's name was Lance. During his college years, he achieved excellent results in all subjects and was an absolute top student.
This reminded Wang Qiang of the person he met at the beginning.
That woman also had a huge gap with them with her excellent grades, it was like the difference between heaven and earth, between gods and ordinary people.
Because of that woman, they have been under great attention from the outside world since the first day of college, but this attention cannot make them grow.
On the contrary, this attention is like an invisible pressure.
From the first day of school, Wang Qiang knew that there was a woman above him whom he would never be able to surpass. This woman was so outstanding that the teachers seemed to see no one else.
But so what?
Wang Qiang revealed a trace of contempt on his face as he recalled the past. No matter how strong that woman was, she was still played around by him. In the end, it was he who became Mr. Lian's student.
Thinking of this, he put down his phone and stopped paying attention.
Since the teacher no longer bothered about what he had done before, he could reluctantly let Lance go.
After all, he had already found out that Lance's small, shabby Chinese medicine clinic had closed down. There was even a sign on the door saying "Sublet", which clearly said something.
"So what if he's a genius? What's more important than medical skills is the human heart."
Wang Qiang couldn't help but sigh, and his heart suddenly moved.
It just so happened that he had to be very quiet under the teacher's attention recently.
Then I can find some time to go see that woman.
Thinking of this, he stood up directly. The nurse passing by looked at him with some surprise as he wanted to go out.
"Doctor Wang, aren't you still at work? Where are you going?"
Wang Qiang gave a confident smile.
"Xiao Wen, I'm going to get some fresh air. There are too many patients recently and I'm having a hard time thinking."
As he spoke, he came over and patted the other person's shoulder, and his fingers seemed to accidentally brush across the other person's collarbone.
Xiaowen took a step back suddenly, her face turned pale and she stuttered a little.
"Is that so? Then, Doctor Wang, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back to work."
She ran away quickly, cursing the other person hundreds of times in her heart.
She had always heard that Dr. Wang had poor personal ethics, and she had always wondered if someone was maliciously slandering him or spreading rumors about him. After all, Dr. Wang was Mr. Lian's student.
She didn't expect this to be true. She must have been blind to talk to the other person.
Wang Qiang left the hospital and took a two-hour drive to reach the remote suburbs.
This place is not as prosperous as the city, and you can feel it just by looking at the uneven roads.
But there weren't that many people coming and going, which was exactly what he wanted.
He quickly turned around and came to a small courtyard. The door to the courtyard was open, but Wang Qiang did not go in.
He just stood at the door and took a look, then quickly turned in another direction with familiarity, found the house that seemed to have no one living in it, and walked in.
The window was open and the phone's camera was pointed towards the yard.
A figure appeared on the mobile phone screen, and Wang Qiang saw a hint of malice in the eyes of the woman who was no longer in her prime.
Look, this is the favored girl of heaven back then, but what about her now?
She is just an ordinary woman who married a useless cripple and gave birth to children for him. Not only does she have to go to work every day, she also has to take care of the children, and even after work she has to take care of her lame husband.
I wonder if the lame man can satisfy her in bed? Maybe the woman will take the initiative to spread his legs and sit on him?
Wang Qiang's face revealed the greatest malice in his heart, and his mind was filled with all kinds of vicious thoughts, secretly speculating about the woman's bad deeds.
On the other end, the woman, who was no longer young but still had charm, answered the phone although she looked tired but her eyes looked clear and bright.
"Well, he is here again."
"I have the evidence. I will also trouble you with the matter he framed me for as we agreed."
"It's not a problem, but I hope you won't be offended by this plan."
Jian Qiang sympathized with the other person's experience.
"It's ok."
The woman scratched her neat short hair, "I just didn't know the truth before, but now that I know it, I can't let such a crime happen around me. Thank you for telling me the truth."
She didn't expect that the accidents she had thought were actually caused by ulterior motives.
"I'm just doing something for someone else. If you really want to thank him, maybe you'll have a chance in the future."
Jian Qiang stopped talking nonsense and started to work.
Wang Qiang, who had been standing by the window, also received a call from his teacher at this time.
"Where are you?"
The other party's tone seemed a bit aggressive.
But Wang Qiang has gotten used to it.
He was like this in the past, and it seemed that only those truly outstanding students could gain his favor.
No matter how much he tries to please the other party, the other party still treats him as if he is there when he wants and leaves when he wants.
But so what?
Didn't he ruin one good seedling after another that the other party had their eyes on? It's hard to say who is the real boss.
Wang Qiang was full of malice in his heart, but he was respectful in his words.
"Teacher, do you have something to talk to me about? I'm in the hospital..."
"You are in a shitty hospital. If you were in the hospital, how could you not know that such a big thing happened?"
When Lian Lao looked at the pictures that were posted everywhere, he felt a chill in his heart and an anger that was difficult to extinguish.
"Hurry up and get back here and resolve this matter. I'm telling you, Wang Qiang, after you've dealt with the hospital's affairs, I still have a score to settle with you!"
He hung up the phone angrily, but he couldn't stay in the hospital any longer.
Everyone knows that Wang Qiang is his student, but now so many scandals have been exposed about his students. Where can he put his face?
Lian Lao was about to leave in a hurry, but when his eyes swept over the evidence that Wang Qiang framed Lance, he still felt ashamed.
He could still vividly remember the excitement he felt when he discovered Lance, this gem, but he really didn't expect that his student would actually do so many stupid things insincerely. He was sorry for Lance!
At this time, Lance also received a call from the police.
"Hello, is this Mr. Lanslan? We are from the police station. We want to contact you about a case involving you. Do you know Dr. Wang Qiang?"
The police came to find me?
For a moment, Lance almost thought that his data was messed up, but after checking again and again, he was sure.
He has not planned to attack Wang Qiang yet. After all, Song Ning's health is the most important thing to him at the moment.
So the question is, why did the police contact him because of Wang Qiang’s matter?
Considering some of Song Ning's abnormal behaviors and his recent appearance of being in low spirits despite having enough sleep, Lance had a rough idea in his mind.
His little prince, like himself, regards each other's affairs as more important than his own.