The Young Matriarch

Chapter 1012: Chapter 1012: If something happens to my grandfather, I’ll have someone deal with you

Late-stage lung cancer. free\NovelFire.c o(m)

Cancer, either it’s not detected, or when it is, it’s already in the late stage.

Patients who catch it in the early stages are the lucky ones.

The old dean sat in the wheelchair, seemingly having long accepted the fact that he had terminal lung cancer. He was more aware than ordinary patients of what kind of disease cancer truly was, and he calmly accepted the fact that he wouldn’t live for more than a few months.

The old dean chuckled a few times, speaking not so fluently, "I know I won’t live for more than a few months. Director Wang came to invite me to participate in a program a few days ago. I thought that before I die, this body could still make some contributions to the medical field, and that would be enough."

Among the audience were several in the medical profession, and upon hearing this, their eyes turned red.

This is how those who study medicine are.

Even at death’s door, they wish to contribute every last ounce of their strength.

A more lean old gentleman sat next to him, his family one of the top few wealthiest in China. This gentleman had donated dozens of hope primary schools, giving tens of thousands of children the opportunity to study and change their destinies.

The audience felt a pang in their hearts, thinking, what is this? Do good people not live long?

The old gentleman smiled, looked at Bai Chuwei, and said, "I don’t have the dean’s awareness; I am here only because Wenbo, an old friend, recommended it." w(e)bnov el.com

The audience, of course, did not know who Wenbo was.

Duan Xueqin, sitting in the audience, almost jumped up, tears about to fall.

Duan Wenbo was her own father!

Duan Xueqin was so angry she could barely breathe, almost wanting to slap herself hard.

If she had obediently gone to the hospital to check sooner, this person being recommended would definitely have been her!

She was the biological daughter of Old Duan, after all.

What a loss.

All of a sudden, it seemed like a life was just thrown away.

Bai Chuwei smiled without saying anything.

The drawing of lots decided the old dean would be handed over to the Blue Team of the Holy Medicine Sect, while the old gentleman would be assigned to the Red Team led by Bai Chuwei.

The four top students of the Blue Team took over the medical records and began quietly discussing their plans.

A low gasp suddenly arose from the audience—

The Red Team, led by Bai Chuwei, the four top students, were taking Mr. Li’s pulse.

They were examining eyelids and tongue coatings.

Everyone acted the part, bearing expressions of calm and focus, not at all like they were playing house.

Audience: "..."

Studying medicine takes over a decade, and they did not expect these top students to learn anything substantial. noveldrama

This was said to be the battle for the revival of top students, but in essence, it was a competition between Immortal Teacher Bai Chuwei and the Holy Medicine Sect!

Are you really taking pulses?

Do you understand medical principles?

Holy crap!!

"We need to perform acupuncture," the top student girl gently adjusted her glasses, speaking firmly, "Please immediately transfer the patient to the sterile room."

Since the few top students weren’t official doctors, accompanied by Liu Zhen, Mr. Li himself signed the consent form before they proceeded with the acupuncture.

The audience nearly spit blood, wondering if the Red Team could take a shortcut like the Blue Team—they checked the medical records and were prescribing medicine.

And that medicine was reportedly from the Holy Medicine Sect.

The Red Team actually started from taking pulses and now they even want to... do acupuncture?

Screams echoed from the direction of the sterile room, the host nearly dropped the microphone in his hand, appearing slightly panicked.

This... is this treating a patient?

Isn’t this really just out for their own gain, harming lives?

The host was slightly flustered internally, wondering whether to interrupt midway or send someone to take a look?

Even though the old gentleman had a terminal illness and signed a consent form, with only a few months to live, if he died on the show, their program would be truly done for.

They might as well not hope for another finale.

Just then, a burly man rushed in like mad, ignoring the staff’s attempts to stop him, locking eyes with Bai Chuwei with an angry gaze, shouting, "Bai Chuwei, you tricked my grandfather into joining this lousy show for fame. If something happens to him, I will find someone to take you down!"