All the doctors from the dermatology department had come for a consultation. After using various medications, not only was no cause found, but none of the drugs for treating the skin symptoms were effective.
Some medications were even irritating, exacerbating Mr. Song's suffering.
The extreme itch felt a thousand times worse than pain. His hands and feet were now tied to a frame, preventing him from scratching himself. This was a last resort, otherwise, he would have scratched off all the skin on his body.
His face was already festering, making it impossible to recognize his original appearance. However, his eyes still burned with furious rage.
"You bunch of incompetent doctors, haven't you figured out the cause of the illness yet?"
"Even if there's no illness, it's fine as long as you can cure me, even if it's just to stop the itching."
When the director heard this, he frowned slightly and shook his head, saying, "I'm sorry, we've done our best. If someone really sprinkled a powder in front of you, it would make you turn into this. I suggest you go find him directly!"
"Finding him might be the only way to save you. Staying in the hospital is just a waste of time."
Mr. Song had been delayed at the hospital for about two hours. Now he was walking out, his hands held tightly by two bodyguards. The bodyguards also felt something was wrong; the areas touching Mr. Song felt very itchy.
"Mr. Song, why don't we go find Lin Xiaotian directly? Otherwise, this symptom might be contagious. We also feel extremely itchy on our hands, especially on our palms. We feel like we could scrape off a layer with a knife."
Hearing his bodyguard's words, Mr. Song dared not delay any further.
"Go back and find Lin Xiaotian immediately. Perhaps only he can save me now."
At this moment, the anger and malice in his eyes were gone, replaced only by sheer terror. He had seen what his face had become.
As a man, he didn't particularly care about his face, but that didn't mean he wanted to become an ugly monster.
Lin Xiaotian was currently in Chu Nianxue's office, a bright smile on his face.
"Wife, you have to believe me, I really didn't do anything excessive to him. I just taught him a small lesson."
Chu Nianxue's beautiful eyes were filled with annoyance. "You still say you didn't do anything? Do you really think the surveillance cameras are just for show?"
"An employee just told me that when Mr. Song left, his face was almost unrecognizable, covered in countless bloody scratches. How do you explain that?"
"Although that guy is indeed annoying, if he goes around spreading rumors and makes people think we're bullies who abuse our customers, who will dare to do business with us in the future? Do you know that our company's antique inventory is already very low?"
"Ever since we launched the 'fake one, compensate ten' slogan, antique enthusiasts basically visit our store. If they find something they like, they'll buy it even if it's one or two percent above market price."
"They themselves don't have strong appraisal skills, so to avoid buying fakes, they can only come to our antique shop. Although our prices are high, they are willing to pay, and even flock to us."
"Our development is at its peak. If suddenly news breaks out about such an incident, it will cause immense damage to our reputation."
Lin Xiaotian's smile didn't diminish at all. "Wife, please rest assured. Mr. Song will be back to find me soon, and by then, he'll be begging me to take his treasures."
"I might even scare him by refusing to accept them."
"And there's another matter he needs to confess honestly. That guy holds many secrets. If we can't pry those secrets out of him, it will cause more trouble for our company in the future. It won't just be a loss of reputation; it could even lead to a major crisis for the company."
The antique industry thrives on trust.
And they had already established that trust. Especially with their store's reputation, as soon as the "Mingyue Pavilion" sign was seen, people wouldn't first appraise the authenticity of the antiques, but rather choose what they liked.
After all, it was a tenfold compensation for any fake. The rules were already set. If they actually bought a counterfeit, they would be even happier.
Some people specifically hired antique shops to find fakes. If they managed to buy one, it would be a tenfold profit.
Chu Nianxue was naturally aware of these matters, which was why all the antiques she managed now needed Lin Xiaotian to review them. Only after confirming there were no fakes would they be sent for sale.
Lin Xiaotian said with a smile, "Wife, don't worry, there will be no problem."
"Since you've entrusted this matter to me, you need to have more faith in me."
Chu Nianxue bit her red lips slightly. "Alright, I'll have faith in you. Mr. Song, if he comes back, don't treat him like that again. Although that guy is indeed not a good person, we are still going to cooperate with him."
"Okay, I got it!" Lin Xiaotian nodded with a smile, then stood up and walked directly behind Chu Nianxue.
"I've been busy all morning. Are you tired? How about I give you a shoulder massage?"
As Lin Xiaotian spoke, his hands were already on her slender shoulders.
His fingers pressed on the acupoints, gently massaging.
Chu Nianxue felt extremely comfortable. Her tired shoulders relaxed considerably, and a pleasant smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Next time, don't be so impulsive."
Lin Xiaotian chuckled. "That depends on who it is. If someone wants to lay a hand on my wife, even the King of Heaven himself couldn't stop me."
"My wife belongs only to me. Even thinking about it with ill intentions is not allowed."
Chu Nianxue turned her head slightly, giving Lin Xiaotian a charming roll of her eyes. A warmth surged in her heart.
Lin Xiaotian said with a smile, "We can negotiate anything else. But when it comes to my wife, that's my bottom line. No one can have any ill intentions."
"We are destined to be together for eternity. Whether it's this life or the next, you are mine."
Chu Nianxue didn't say anything, but a hint of tenderness appeared in her eyes.