Chapter 314 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 314 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 (Thirteen)

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Lance got up early in the morning, made breakfast, and then printed out an A4 paper next door saying "I have to go out for something and close the shop for a day."

Lance followed the local customs and pasted the paper on the door before setting off.

……

"Mr. Song, do you think this is okay?"

Song Ning, who was dozing off on the back of the chair with pale skin and bright red lips, opened his eyes slightly.

The person in the mirror looks dignified and luxurious, even her hair is carefully selected to have the most perfect curve. The blush she puts on hides her haggard look, but her bright red lips make her look more beautiful than a flower.

Song Ning was rarely silent.

He glanced at his stylist, who was looking at him expectantly, waiting for praise, and casually glanced at the time - four hours.

It took him four hours to complete this look.

"……good."

Four hours taught him to compromise. Song Ning ignored the other party's surprised look that was still waiting for praise and sent the man away.

"How much longer?"

Song Ning leaned back with his relaxed body and looked at himself in the mirror a few more times.

It's not that the stylist doesn't have his skills, but the noble young man in the mirror looks not only delicate but also young. At first glance, the young man in the mirror is only about 25 or 26 years old, and there is no imposing aura at all.

Song Ning looked for a long time before he understood why. The stylist pressed down the corners of his eyes and lips, which were originally slightly upturned, which gave people an illusion.

An illusion that he was approachable.

"Mr. Song, there's still half an hour left."

The life assistant looked through the itinerary and confirmed it again.

"understood."

Song Ning closed his eyes slightly and was about to take a nap when suddenly there was a noise outside the door.

He gave a look and one of the two bodyguards at the door went out.

In less than ten seconds, a voice came from the door.

"I'm here to see Mr. Song. He's in there, right?"

Duan Kong looked at the bodyguards who were preventing him from entering and suppressed his anger.

He must meet Song Ning today and file a complaint against Jian Qiang!

Duan Kong was filled with rage whenever he thought of Jian Qiang. He had gotten used to receiving a large transfer from Song Ning every month over the years.

From small-scale operations in the beginning to a considerable fixed income every month later, Duan Kong's appetite grew and his expenses also grew.

He has luxury cars, villas and various branded luxury goods. He has better taste than those rich second-generations. What's more, he is not like those playboys who only rely on their parents for support. His medical skills are unmatched among the younger generation.

This also made Duan Kong more arrogant and conceited. He developed a habit of treating the hospital staff to a lavish meal on the day he asked Song Ning for money every month.

The last time was no exception. When the bill came that day, he took a look and it was only a few tens of thousands of dollars.

But when Duan Kong paid the bill, he realized something was wrong.

The payment from Song Ning, which was always on time, did not arrive this time.

Duan Kong was not so unable to come up with tens of thousands of dollars, but the problem was that he did not have enough money for the sports car he had already ordered.

Because he had bought two cars before, they didn't rush him. They just reminded him tactfully that the car had arrived and hoped he would pick it up as soon as possible.

So he must meet Song Ning today.

Duan Kong took a deep breath and thought about some new plans he had come up with specifically in order to ask Song Ning for money this time.

This was a new idea he learned during his last academic exchange. However, the other party said at the time that he personally thought this idea was feasible, but because it was too risky, it had not yet been clinically tested.

Duan Kong didn't care about this at all - Song Ning was about to die, so was there any time to wait?

As long as he can come up with a new treatment plan, Song Ning must give him money.

Duan Kong even thought secretly in his heart, if Song Ning was cured, how would he get the money?

He has not yet figured out how to take all of Song Ning's money for himself. He has heard that some employers would leave their inheritance to people around them who take care of them. So is it possible for Song Ning to leave his inheritance to him?

But before that, he had to tell Song Ning to fire Jian Qiang.

That damn woman actually didn't let him talk to Song Ning, what a bitch.

Duan Kong was still calculating in his heart, but the tall figure in front of him spoke as coldly as a robot.

"You can't go in. Mr. Song's schedule for today doesn't include you."

Duan Kong was blocked outside the door by the solid biceps.

He looked at the other person in disbelief. "Didn't you hear what I just said? I said I wanted to see Mr. Song. Do you know who I am?"

How dare a mere bodyguard be so disrespectful to him?

The bodyguard looked down at the short man in front of him.

"Doctor Duan, but Mr. Song's schedule doesn't include you. Please make an appointment first."

Duan Kongqi laughed, and remembered the bodyguard in his heart, but his voice became louder with a hint of obvious anxiety.

"I did not make an appointment, but that's because Jian Qiang blocked me on her own initiative. I came here this time because I have a new treatment plan. I want to meet Song Ning in person and tell him the good news in person."

Song Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Let him in."

The door was opened, and Duan Kong felt somewhat smug when he saw it. He looked at the bodyguard with a hint of contempt in the corner of his eyes.

"Mr. Song, the thing is, I found a new way to cure your disease. Who are you?"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and his tone was doubtful with some not-so-good guesses.

Could this be the canary that Song Ning raised?

Rich people really know how to have fun. Such a person can be seen as a pampered nobleman. Only a rich person like Song Ning can have such a temperament, right?

But it turns out that Song Ning likes men? If it's someone like this, then he can do it too.

It would be great if Song Ning’s money and this person could belong to me.

Duan Kong's eyes unconsciously revealed greedy desire.

So ugly.

Song Ning's cold eyes swept across Duan Kong's, a little bit unbelievable.

How come Duan Kong has become so ugly?

He clearly remembered that Duan Kong's eyes would light up before, especially when he talked about medical skills, so why did they become so ugly now?

He was silent for two seconds before speaking lazily.

"Doctor Duan, didn't you come to see me on your own initiative? You have five minutes."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Duan Kong seemed to have seen something unbelievable.

"You, you are Song Ning?"

"You only have four minutes left."

Song Ning tilted his head slightly, his lazy eyes showing a hint of impatience.

This is actually Song Ning?

How could this be Song Ning?

Wait, Song Ning is so beautiful?

It's not impossible for him to take down Song Ning's men and his money together.

Many thoughts flashed through Duan Kong's mind. In an instant, he took a step forward as if possessed by a spirit, with a hint of deliberate affection in his eyes.

"Song Ning, actually, besides the treatment plan, I have one more thing I want to tell you today..."

He likes Song Ning.

"Hello, my name is Lance and I have an appointment to meet a Mr. Song here."

A sound like the sound of a cello playing sounded outside the door, interrupting Duan Kong's words. Song Ning, who had originally looked lazy, looked out with a slight gleam in his eyes, and a tall, handsome and noble figure walked in.

Lance paused, his eyes swept across Duan Kong, and then fell on his sickly and beautiful little prince in this world.

"I thought Mr. Song only had an appointment with me?"