Two hours later, Shen Lang arrived at the White Horse Club, picked up Yang Junlin and Zhou Jian, and they drove towards Nanling People's Hospital.
"Master, who are you bringing us here to see?" Yang Junlin asked Shen Lang curiously upon arriving at Nanling People's Hospital.
"A renowned famous doctor, who is also your senior brother," Shen Lang replied with a slight smile as he walked towards the hospital entrance. He soon reached the registration desk and said to the nurse, "I want to register for an urgent consultation with Dr. Song Donglou."
"Dr. Song's urgent consultation?" The nurse looked at Shen Lang in surprise and said, "Dr. Song's urgent consultation slots are not available every day. You have to come on the first day of each month to register, and only one hundred slots are available each month. They are already all taken."
"What?" Shen Lang exclaimed in shock. "Are Dr. Song Donglou's slots this difficult to get now?"
"Of course. Do you know that Dr. Song is not only the best emergency doctor in Nanling but also the best in the entire country? In the past three months, with his unparalleled medical skills, he has cured over seventy patients with terminal illnesses and published twelve academic papers." The nurse said proudly, "Dr. Song is now the president of Nanling People's Hospital. Theoretically, he shouldn't be taking consultations anymore, but he still insists on seeing patients. However, with too many hospital affairs, one hundred patients a month is his limit."
She then checked her computer and told Shen Lang and the other two, "Dr. Song's slots for this month are all taken. If you want to register, you'll have to queue. If you join the queue now, you might get a slot in three months."
"Three months?" Shen Lang was dumbfounded. It seemed that Song Donglou had truly comprehended the "Tian Hui Medical Scripture," otherwise, his medical skills wouldn't have improved so drastically, making him such a sought-after famous doctor.
"Alright, then we won't register. Can you give me his phone number? I'll call him directly." Since registering was not an option, Shen Lang decided to call Song Donglou directly. However, he didn't have Song Donglou's number and had to ask the nurse for it.
"Dr. Song's number cannot be given out randomly; it's a hospital regulation," the nurse refused Shen Lang's request without hesitation. "I'm very sorry, but I cannot help you with this."
"You..." Shen Lang was frustrated. He hadn't expected that meeting Song Donglou would be so difficult, and getting his phone number would be equally challenging.
"What? Are you also trying to get a consultation with Dr. Song?" As Shen Lang was feeling dejected, a sarcastic voice came from the side.
Shen Lang turned his head and saw a man in his thirties, wearing an Armani suit and sunglasses, with an arrogant demeanor. He was pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair and looked disdainfully at Shen Lang. "Dr. Song is a very popular and famous doctor now. Those who seek his consultation are all wealthy and influential. Looking at the three of you, do you think you are worthy?"
"Oh... how can you tell we are not worthy?" Shen Lang couldn't believe that even in 2032, there were still such nouveau riche fools, and he responded with cold sarcasm.
"The three of you, combined, can you even scrape together ten thousand yuan?" the man in sunglasses sneered, taking off his glasses.
"You idiot, I advise you to be sensible. Don't try to act tough in front of me, or I'll just smash you with money." Facing the mockery, Shen Lang didn't get angry, but Zhou Jian couldn't stand it anymore. He was the top young master in the South, a true scion of a wealthy family. Even people like Qi Tuojiang and Kong Wudao had to be respectful and call him Young Master Zhou. It could be said that no one, whether in the North or the South, dared to underestimate Zhou Jian. Now that he was being ridiculed, how could Zhou Jian tolerate it? He immediately lost his temper.
Shen Lang knew Zhou Jian's background among the three, but Yang Junlin didn't. He had always thought Zhou Jian was an ordinary person. To his surprise, when Zhou Jian got angry, he instantly exuded a powerful aura that left Yang Junlin stunned. After all, during their interactions, Zhou Jian had always been very humble and courteous, without any pretense, leading Yang Junlin to believe he was just an ordinary person.
"Who are you?" the man in sunglasses asked, surprised by Zhou Jian's outburst.
"You are not qualified to know who I am, but I'll give you three seconds to get out of my sight immediately. Otherwise, no matter who you are, you will regret it deeply," Zhou Jian said coldly, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.
"Boy, you dare to talk to me like that? You're looking for death," the man in sunglasses said, putting his sunglasses away. "If I don't teach you a lesson today, others in Nanling might think that I, Zhao Shanhe, am a pushover."
"Zhao Shanhe?" Hearing the name, the nurse immediately covered her mouth in shock. After a while, she moved her delicate hand away and said in amazement, "You are Young Master Zhao Shanhe?"
"Oh, who is this Zhao Shanhe? Is he very famous?" Zhou Jian said with a sarcastic smile, seeing the nurse's reaction.
"Kid, you don't even know Young Master Zhao? He is the son of the new generation Nanling King, Zhao Yuanshan," the nurse said, giving Zhou Jian a disapproving look.
"New generation Nanling King?" Hearing the nurse, Yang Junlin was completely stunned. "Isn't the Nanling King Yang Ce? When did a Zhao Yuanshan appear? I had no idea." Yang Junlin was annoyed. The Nanling King was his father. When did his title disappear without his knowledge?
"Yang Ce?" Zhao Shanhe sneered when he heard Yang Junlin's words. "What is Yang Ce? He's nothing more than a broken-backed dog. Not only has he lost eighty percent of the shares in the White Horse Club, but he's also been beaten so badly by Rong Haodong and his gang that he can't find his way. He's no longer qualified to be called the Nanling King." Zhao Shanhe pointed at the old man in the wheelchair with pride. "The current Nanling King is my father, Zhao Yuanshan. Remember that. The Tianxia Hui was founded by him."
"Tianxia Hui?" Shen Lang was taken aback. This was the first time he had heard of this name.
"Alright, Shanhe, don't say so much. Let's go find Song Donglou first," the old man in the wheelchair said calmly, appearing much more composed than Zhao Shanhe, and instructed Zhao Shanhe to push him away.
"Kid, I've noted you down. Don't let me see you again, or I'll throw you into the Ming River to feed the crocodiles," Zhao Shanhe said, casting a sinister glance at the three of them before leaving.