The couple was shocked to discover that the expert before them was none other than Chen Fan, the chief surgeon of the psychiatric hospital they had just been discussing.
"How, how could it be you?!" the man exclaimed, his face full of astonishment.
The young woman's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Why can't it be me?" Chen Fan retorted.
The man stammered, "You, aren't you the chief surgeon of the psychiatric hospital?"
"Yes," Chen Fan nodded.
"Then, then why are you here as an expert?" the man asked, voicing his confusion.
Chen Fan's student, Xia Yiting, replied, "My teacher is an external consultant here."
"An external consultant? The legendary divine doctor expert? That's you?" the man asked incredulously.
"If you're referring to an expert named Chen, then it must be me."
Hearing Chen Fan's answer, the man's eyes widened in shock, leaving him speechless for a long time.
Just moments ago, he had adamantly told his wife that this Chen Fan was a fraud, trying to swindle them out of their money.
To his utter surprise, Chen Fan turned out to be the divine doctor expert they had been eagerly anticipating!
It felt like two resounding slaps to his face.
The woman looked at her husband, unsure of what to do, whether to let Chen Fan examine their child or to leave immediately.
"If you're here for treatment, please have a seat with your child. If not, then please leave. There are many other patients waiting behind you," Chen Fan said, handing the organized medical records to Xia Yiting as he addressed the couple.
"Yes, yes, we'll see him!"
"Wife, quickly take the child and sit down." The man nodded frantically, ushering his wife and child to sit on the chairs.
Chen Fan reached out and removed the child's mask. As expected, red spots had appeared on the boy's face.
The young woman said, "Director Chen, we stopped giving the child that ointment after we got home. We didn't expect these things to appear on his face this morning."
Chen Fan nodded slightly, having already anticipated this situation.
Moreover, Chen Fan could see that the little boy's condition had worsened, and his overall demeanor had become somewhat listless.
Chen Fan took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the child's body.
After a moment, the little boy's condition improved considerably, and he was able to sit up on his own from his mother's embrace.
Seeing this, the young couple was filled with joy.
"He needs to be hospitalized. His treatment will take some time," Chen Fan said, issuing a hospitalization certificate to the man.
The man looked at Chen Fan with deep shame and guilt. "Director Chen, before, before I was blind to your true worth. I..."
Before the man could finish, Chen Fan waved his hand. "It's alright. Please go and get him admitted quickly. I'll have the hospital prepare some traditional Chinese medicine for his body conditioning, followed by phased treatment."
"Okay, okay." The man nodded quickly, then left Chen Fan's consultation room with his wife and child.
"Master, did you know them before?" Xia Yiting asked curiously after they had left.
Chen Fan nodded and briefly explained the situation.
Xia Yiting sighed helplessly and teased Chen Fan, "Alas, Master, why are you so young? Next time you see patients, you should draw on a beard. That way, no one will doubt your medical skills."
Chen Fan was speechless.
Why did everyone say the same thing to him? Was being young a crime?
Chen Fan was extremely busy that day, not finishing until five in the afternoon. He hadn't even had lunch, and he had seen over a hundred patients.
He had admitted more than fifty patients to the hospital.
The already strained hospital beds became even more crowded.
As soon as he got off work, Chen Fan checked his phone, which had been on silent all day. He noticed that Da Xiong had called him several times.
The calls were made around noon, and it was now more than five hours later.
He handed all the medical records to Xia Yiting for organization and then called Da Xiong.
The call was answered quickly, but it was Er Gou's voice.
"Mr. Chen."
"What's wrong? Where's Da Xiong?" Chen Fan asked.
Er Gou replied, "Mr. Chen, Brother Xiong and I are at the underground casino in Sucheng, gambling with the owner."
"Brother Xiong wants to win the operating rights of this underground casino."
Chen Fan's expression stiffened. "Da Xiong wants to win the operating rights of a casino? Is he out of his mind!"
Everyone knew the saying "ten bets, nine losses," and every casino had its own cheating methods. Da Xiong's attempt to win was akin to reaching for the stars.
Er Gou also looked embarrassed. "Mr. Chen, Brother Xiong said he didn't want to cause any casualties, and he knows you dislike that kind of thing. So, he plans to acquire Ghost Hand's former properties through legitimate means to take control of Sucheng's underground forces."
Chen Fan asked, "What's the situation now?"
Er Gou hesitated, afraid to speak.
"Speak!" Chen Fan said impatiently, already getting into his car.
"We lost. We've lost twenty million," Er Gou finally admitted truthfully.
"Give me an address. I'm coming over now," Chen Fan said, hanging up the phone and driving towards Sucheng.
At the border between Sucheng and Jiangcheng, a massive underground casino was hidden within a traditional courtyard house.
This location was specifically chosen by Ghost Hand.
Since Jiangcheng's underground casinos were controlled by the Wanhao Group, he couldn't open a casino there and had to build it in such a place.
Inside the casino, a crowd had gathered around a gambling table in the center.
At the table, a burly man's face was grim, sweat beading on his forehead as he nervously stared at the cards on the table.
"What? Does the famous Brother Xiong of Jiangcheng not even have the guts to follow the cards?"
"Hahaha, I say, why call him Da Xiong? Just call him Gou Xiong (Bear Dog)!"
"Yeah, Gou Xiong, Jiangcheng Gou Xiong, that sounds much better."
Around the gambling table, several people were mocking Da Xiong with amusement.
Er Gou, standing behind Da Xiong, was instantly enraged. "You bunch of fools who don't know your place! How dare you insult Brother Xiong! Let me tell you, if it weren't for Brother Xiong's mercy, we would have already leveled this place!"
The middle-aged man sitting in the center of the gambling table let out a cold laugh. "Heh, what did you say? Level the casino?"
"Hahaha, kid, don't you even look at where you are? This is Sucheng! Not your Jiangcheng."
"Exactly. Dreaming when you should be at home, and you run all the way to Sucheng. Kid, are you here to give us a demonstration of how to court death?"
Everyone looked at Er Gou with amusement, completely disregarding him.