However, just as Chen Mo had diverted Tian Mengyao's attention, his phone rang again.
"You're not usually this busy," Tian Mengyao said, looking at Chen Mo's phone on the table, which displayed Mo Xiaojing's name, with a hint of displeasure.
Chen Mo smiled awkwardly and answered the call.
"Miss Mo, is there something I can help you with?" Chen Mo asked.
"My father just called me. He said that Zheng Wenchang contacted him earlier and seemed to be plotting against you. You should be careful during this time."
"He called your father too?" Chen Mo was a little surprised.
"Who else did he call?" This time, it was Mo Xiaojing's turn to be confused.
"No, it's nothing. I understand. I'll be careful," Chen Mo replied quickly.
He hadn't expected that Zheng Wenchang would not only call Lin Wan'er's father but also Mo Xiaojing's father.
After a few brief words, Chen Mo hung up the phone and fell into thought.
He wasn't afraid of Zheng Wenchang. He just couldn't understand why Zheng Wenchang would contact Lin Dehong and Mo Chengguo to deal with him.
"Chen Mo, what's wrong?" Tian Mengyao couldn't help but ask.
Chen Mo shook his head. He didn't intend to tell Tian Mengyao about some matters, to avoid her worrying.
After eating, they each went to their respective consultation rooms.
However, to Chen Mo's surprise, there were still no patients in his consultation room.
This was rather unusual, so Chen Mo called the hospital's registration desk.
After inquiring, he learned that it wasn't a system error. Instead, many patients had come and specifically requested not to be seen by Chen Mo.
This left Chen Mo stunned. He realized that someone must be manipulating things behind the scenes, otherwise, it was impossible for all patients to avoid him. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Just then, there was a knock on the door of Chen Mo's consultation room.
"Come in."
Chen Mo called out towards the door.
The door was pushed open, and two men in black suits walked in first.
Then, a fat middle-aged man walked in behind them.
The middle-aged man had his arms hanging down and wore a pair of sunglasses.
Upon seeing Chen Mo, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. He walked up and sat in the chair opposite Chen Mo, casually propping his legs up on Chen Mo's consultation desk, displaying an arrogant demeanor.
"Director Chen, long time no see," the middle-aged man greeted Chen Mo.
Seeing the middle-aged man's actions, Chen Mo's expression turned cold. "Cao Wangjin?"
The person who had arrived was none other than Cao Wangjin, the leader of the scalpers whom Chen Mo had dealt with in the underground parking lot.
He had wanted Chen Mo to join him, but Chen Mo had ruthlessly refused, and later, Chen Mo had broken both of his arms.
"I didn't expect Director Chen to still remember me. This truly surprises me," Cao Wangjin said with a cold laugh.
"May I ask what business you have with me, Boss Cao?" Chen Mo asked.
Cao Wangjin said, "Director Chen, haven't you noticed that no one has come to your consultation room for treatment?"
Chen Mo instantly understood and said coldly, "Was this your doing?"
Cao Wangjin nodded. "That's right. All of this was orchestrated by me. Director Chen, as I said, no one can refuse my invitation unless they stop practicing medicine."
"And you broke my two arms and beat up my subordinates. Do you think this debt can be settled so easily?"
Chen Mo asked, "What do you want?"
Cao Wangjin said mockingly, "Cure my hands, and then work for me. I can let this matter go. Otherwise, do you think a hospital would keep a doctor who can't see patients and just eats, drinks, and gets paid for free?"
"Heh heh." Chen Mo suddenly laughed.
Cao Wangjin's face darkened. "What are you laughing at?"
Chen Mo said, "I'm laughing at how self-righteous you are."
"Self-righteous? Director Chen, do you think I'm joking with you? You need to understand that if I don't give the word, you won't have a single patient here!" Cao Wangjin glared at Chen Mo fiercely.
"It seems that breaking your two hands last time wasn't enough punishment," Chen Mo said calmly.
Cao Wangjin, however, showed no fear. He looked at Chen Mo and said, "Director Chen, don't try to scare me. I'm telling you, if I were afraid of you, I wouldn't have brought people here to find you."
"At worst, I'll be a cripple for life. I have money. I can hire people to feed me, help me bathe, and dress me. So, don't think about threatening me with these two hands."
Chen Mo was a little surprised. He hadn't expected Cao Wangjin to be so ruthless and to disregard his own broken arms.
"What? Director Chen, have you run out of words?"
"I advise you to be wise and know when to quit. Otherwise, my money can last for a very, very long time, but you, as a doctor, without a salary, will have to eat the wind from the northwest. Oh, right, you also have that BMW. Selling it might sustain you for two or three years, but what about after that? Without money, life is difficult. Director Chen, you should know this, shouldn't you?" Cao Wangjin continued his lengthy speech.
"Clap clap clap."
Chen Mo couldn't help but applaud him.
"Listening to Boss Cao speak is truly better than ten years of studying," Chen Mo praised.
Cao Wangjin remained silent. He was waiting for Chen Mo's answer.
"It's a pity," Chen Mo paused deliberately.
"A pity for what?" Cao Wangjin frowned arrogantly.
He couldn't figure out what reason Chen Mo had to refuse.
Chen Mo took out his phone, opened his online banking account, and placed the phone directly on the table. "It's a pity that I'm richer than you. I'm afraid I'll never have to eat the wind from the northwest in this lifetime."
Cao Wangjin looked down at Chen Mo's phone.
When he clearly saw the balance displayed on Chen Mo's phone, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
"Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million, billion?! Six, over sixty billion?!"
"You, how do you have so much money!"
Cao Wangjin was completely stunned.
Seeing Cao Wangjin's expression, as if he had eaten dog feces, Chen Mo smiled calmly. "Could it be that only you are allowed to be rich, and others are not?"
"Therefore, if you want me to eat the wind from the northwest, it's probably impossible in this lifetime."
Cao Wangjin's face had never looked as bad as it did today.
He then said, "Director Chen, I admit, it's not easy to make you eat the wind from the northwest. But one thing is for sure: from now on, you won't be able to treat anyone! I don't believe that with your excellent medical skills, you can withstand the blow of no one seeking your treatment!"
Chen Mo smiled and said, "Your confidence comes from your money, nothing more."
"Indeed," Cao Wangjin did not deny it.
Chen Mo continued, "Then what if you run out of money?"
Cao Wangjin's expression changed, and then he burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, Director Chen, what kind of joke are you making? Me running out of money? Although I don't have as much money as you, it's a fantasy for me to run out of money!"
"Is that so?" Chen Mo let out a cold laugh.