The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 33

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was against Huang Xiaolong’s nature to pass up any business opportunities.

Without further ado, Hong Quantao and Zou Shi led Huang Xiaolong and Su Xiaoman respectfully to the biggest and the most luxurious private room of Tianzi Hotel.

This was a private room that no one else could book, as it was reserved all year round, solely for Hong Quantao personally.

What Hong Quantao called a gathering was essentially a high tea networking event, where all the industry magnates of Coast City met up for tea and to chat. Generally, without a net worth of at least 50 Million, there was no way one could partake in such an event. The topic of their conversation revolved mainly around future developments and policy trends of Coast City’s major industries, and the fate of businesses worth tens or even hundreds of millions are sometimes silently decided amidst the party’s chattering.

“Miracle Doctor, Miss Su, please come in,” Hong Quantao said as he opened the private room’s door for them.

Huang Xiaolong walked into the private room with Su Xiaoman’s hand held in his.

It was an extremely spacious room, decorated with antique and opulent Chinese flavors and styles. The room was equipped with Xiang embroidery screens as well as furniture that appeared to be all the same shade of mahogany. The scene was accompanied by the fragrant waves of tea in the air. The private room was packed, fitting a total of around twenty people.

The moment Huang Xiaolong stepped in, he was met with curious glances from everyone in the room.

All of them wanted to know who this divine person was, so revered that even Hong Quantao would be driven to greet them in person.

But they were all stunned the moment they got a good look at Huang Xiaolong’s age and overall appearance. There was an inconceivable expression hanging clearly in their eyes.

No way!

A village child?

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi went out of their way, only to bring back a rural child?

What were they playing at?

Standing before them were undoubtedly the leading figures in charge of Coast City’s many industries. Under their scrutinous gaze, Su Xiaoman was overwhelmed and she could even feel her scalp tingling from the pressure, yet Huang Xiaolong, on the other hand, was fairly calm, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Everyone, this here is the Miracle Doctor and his girlfriend… distinguished guests of both Old Zou and me…” Hong Quantao ceremoniously introduced the pair and turned to Huang Xiaolong. “Miracle Doctor, since there are too many people here, I won’t introduce you to them one by one. I’m sure everyone will naturally familiarize themselves with each other as we converse later on though.”

Most seats in the private room were already occupied, and Hong Quantao was too flustered to ask for someone else to give up their seat for Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong saw his expression, and said nonchalantly, “Sis Xiaoman and I shall simply look for an empty seat then.”

“Alright,” Hong Quantao replied respectfully.

As they heard Hong Quantao’s introduction, everyone in the private room understood.

Miracle Doctor?

What the heck! That was still nothing more than any old doctor!

Looking at his clothes, he probably was not even the kind of doctor you would find in regular hospitals, but rather a village doctor from the countryside! A Barefoot Doctor!1.

Even if he had a few tricks up his sleeve and some ancient remedies, a village doctor still should not be able to partake in events of their social circle, given his birth and status!

“Has Old Hong gone mad?” Said a man with white temples, rather displeased.

“This is outrageous. This gathering of ours is private. Old Hong, what did you intend by bringing a village doctor in?

“Haha… Old Hong, seriously you too, we’ll let it slide this time, as long as you don’t randomly bring any Tom, Dick, and Harry before us again in the future!”

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A myriad of ridiculing and mocking voices filled the private room, a new one starting as the previous ends.

Su Xiaoman grew flustered from the comments and lowered her head, too embarrassed to even take a deep breath.

Huang Xiaolong, on the other hand, was quite indifferent, the criticisms flew past him like breezes of wind, not lingering on any of them.

Both Hong Quantao and Zou Shi felt a fit of slight anger bubbling underneath, as they silently cursed everyone in the room for being as blind as a bat and not giving them any face. After all, where else would one look for a Person of Foresight such as Huang Xiaolong? Now that we finally got to introduce him to the lot of you, you put on airs in front of him with your skepticism…

However, Hong Quantao and Zou Shi knew better than to turn against these people on the spot. After all, everyone here was a bigshot with impressive backgrounds and it would be detrimental to offend any of them. They also prayed silently that Huang Xiaolong would be the bigger person, and not be offended by their behaviors.

“Old Hong, let’s start directly with Squad Leader Lin Jing’s revival from the dead and see how they fare with it,” Zhou Shi whispered in Hong Quantao’s ear.

“Yeah.” Hong Quantao nodded.

At the same moment, Huang Xiaolong, with Su Xiaoman’s hand still in his, approached a mahogany sofa which just so happened to have two empty seats left.

“We can sit here, Sis Xiaoman.” Huang Xiaolong butt was inches away from the couch.

“Wait!” A cold snort rang out next to Huang Xiaolong’s ear suddenly, coming from the mahogany sofa.

“Hm?” Huang Xiaolong raised his eyes.

It was a five-seater mahogany sofa, with three people already on it.

Two men and a woman.

Among the two men were an older and a younger one, with the older around 50 to 60 years old. He had an angular face and his eyebrows emitted an air of displeasure.

The younger man, who might be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a polished and refined face, and looked like an honest man. He had small eyes though, which gave a feeling of bashfulness and embarrassment.

The woman, on the other hand, was a young lady in her thirties with heavy makeup on. She seemed to have kept both her skin and her body in top condition, and was dressed to the nines. Covered in gold and silver jewelry, she was charming and mesmerizing.

The beautiful young woman leaned her sensuous body against the solemn man with the angular face and as she looped her arms around his, you could tell that they were more than just friends.

The one who called out to Huang Xiaolong was the younger man.

“This spot here is not for you to sit.” The man looked at Huang Xiaolong pompously, as if he was an emperor looking down at his peasant who was excavating soil.

“Why not?” Huang Xiaolong asked testily.

“Because you’re not worthy of sitting with us. Is this enough reason?” The man sneered.

Seeing this, everyone in the private room turned to look at them with rambunctious frenzy.

The solemn man with the angular face was the chairman of Coast City’s large-scale real estate company and had a net worth of several billion dollars. It is believed that he had a close relationship with the city’s leaders and a demolition team with hundreds of people under his care. In terms of backstage supporters, assets, and means, he could easily be ranked as a firm first place among everyone else in the private room!

Taking Hong Quantao’s existence as an example, in the eyes of this angular-faced solemn man, it was almost nothing of concern, much like that of a foot soldier.

“This godson of Qiu Dong is starting to get quite arrogant and bossy!” Although both Hong Quantao and Zou Shi were a little angry, it was evident that they were more timid around the middle-aged solemn man, and so did not dare to come to Huang Xiaolong’s aid at the moment.

That ‘Qiu Dong’ had a successful career and was an extremely wealthy millionaire, which made him worthy of the title as one of Coast City’s Boss-level Figures. Yet, he had a huge shortcoming—he was infertile!

In other words, it is a lifelong regret that Qiu Dong does not have a son or daughter under his knees1.

The man who taunted Huang Xiaolong was the godson that Qiu Dong had taken in a few years ago. He was distinguished and well-rounded with his work, which prompted Qiu Dong to love him very much.

As a result, he was used to being arrogant and spoilt, notoriously known in Coast City for his lack of respect for anyone.

“You’re too dirty, go sit somewhere else, don’t squeeze in here!” Qiu Dong’s godson waved his hand with a look of disdain and reached to dust his shirt as if something dirty had gotten on his button-up.

“Xiaolong, let’s just leave.” Su Xiaoman, considerably bitter, tried to drag Huang Xiaolong out of the private room.

“Mm… Hold on…” Huang Xiaolong did not move at all. He looked closely between Qiu Dong, his godson, and the alluring young woman.

“This is surely a complicated relationship…” Huang Xiaolong muttered, then turned to ask Qiu Dong, “I’d like to know, what’s the relationship between you three?”

“Who are you to ask about us?” Irritated, Qiu Dong’s godson raised his voice to retaliate.

“Lil Xuan, don’t be too brash. After all, these two are Old Brother Hong’s distinguished guests. Even if you aren’t giving face to the monk, you must still give face to the buddha1. It’s alright, I’ll take over from here,” Qiu Dong said with a calm smile. “My Child2, this here is my matron3—” He patted the arm of the beautiful young woman in his arms, and gestured with his lips at his godson. “This is my virtuous child. Do you still have any questions, my child?”

“Oh, you are quite verbose. By ‘matron’ you’re talking about your wife, and by ‘virtuous child’ you’re talking about your godson.” Huang Xiaolong was dumbfounded. “My God, what a chaotic relationship you city folk have with each other… She was with him last night, and they had sex…”

Huang Xiaolong pointed at the alluring young woman and then at Qiu Dong’s godson. To Qiu Dong, he said, “Old man, the situation with your family is truly complicated. Your virtuous son had sex with your matron last night. Not to mention he didn’t use any contraception, and so this and that is still in her body now… Oh my God! You city folk have way too profound setups! I’m learning something new every day…”

Huang Xiaolong continued to mutter to himself for a while, but the implications were clear—the godson had slept with his godmother!

Silence!

Extreme Silence!

Unnerving Silence!

Pindrop silence encompassed the private room!

The alluring young woman and Qiu Dong’s godson were even more mortified. Drenched in their sweat, the duo exchanged glances only to see their own bone-chilling fear mirrored in the other’s eyes!

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