"A cold?!"

"A cold..."

Su Qingqing and her companion exclaimed in shock. Although Wu Zhiyong also felt that the young man's illness wasn't serious, the young man kept insisting he was close to dying, making them both extremely nervous. Then, with Jiang Chen's single word "cold", they nearly bit their tongues!

"A cold? Divine Doctor Jiang, am I really just having a cold? But I... I feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and sometimes even weakness all over... This..." The young man looked at Jiang Chen with a face full of suspicion.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "All these are symptoms of a cold. Nothing serious. I'll prescribe some medicine for you, take it for a couple of days and you'll be fine."

Walking over to the desk, Jiang Chen grabbed some cold medicine for the young man.

"Thank you, thank you, Divine Doctor Jiang, you are so kind. If it were someone else, they probably would have prescribed a ton of medication by now!" The young man bowed repeatedly to Jiang Chen with a grateful face.

"It's nothing, just take care when you go back, and avoid catching a cold again!" Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile.

The young man thanked him again and left the clinic.

At the entrance of the clinic, the young man glanced at the medicine in his hand, then looked back at the clinic's signboard and a sinister smirk appeared on his face as he stepped towards a luxury car parked by the roadside.

Inside the clinic, watching the young man leave, Su Qingqing shook her head with amusement, "This... really, how did that guy convince himself he was about to die?"

"Maybe he's from some major family and has been overprotected. Just a little sick and he makes a big fuss," Wu Zhiyong said, chuckling.

Li Fenglin curled his lips dismissively and glared at Wu Zhiyong discontentedly, "The young master of a major family wouldn't be that foolish to such an extent!"

Jiang Chen suddenly paused, his eyebrows knitting slightly as a touch of contemplation flashed in his eyes. He took a deep look at the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingqing noticed Jiang Chen's abnormality and asked in confusion.

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly and said indifferently, "Maybe I'm overthinking it."

He turned and went back to his consultation seat to take over from Wu Zhiyong.

Tap tap tap!

"It's here!"

A series of sloppy footsteps sounded at the entrance and a stern shout came, followed by a group of people rushing into the clinic.

As Jiang Chen and the others looked up, four young men entered the clinic, carrying a stretcher with the young man who just had a cold lying on it.

"Who is Jiang Chen?!" one of the young men leading the group shouted.

"What... what's going on?" Su Qingqing asked, puzzled.

Jiang Chen let out a cold laugh, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and watched the four young men.

The young man who had just claimed to have a cold had already aroused Jiang Chen's suspicion; his behavior was too exaggerated. Like Li Fenglin said, even the spoiled sons of a big family wouldn't consider a common cold a fatal disease. Moreover, the young man's overly enthusiastic attitude towards him was doubtful at the time, but he hadn't been sure.

However, the moment these four young men stepped into the clinic and looked at him, Jiang Chen was sure there was something wrong. Obviously, he was the one holding the clinic, and when the four entered, their first glance had been at him, but now they pretended not to know who he was, which was clearly a clumsy attempt at concealment!

"What's wrong? Your clinic killed someone!" The leading young man glanced at Su Qingqing, a lecherous gleam flashing in his eyes before he angrily accused them.

"What?"

"How is that possible?!"

Su Qingqing and Wu Zhiyong exclaimed in shock, with Wu Zhiyong quickly running to the stretcher to check the young man's pulse.

"No, no!" Wu Zhiyong's face changed, he cried out in alarm, turning to look at Jiang Chen helplessly.

Although he had a habit of prescribing expensive medicine in the past, his medical skills, which were capable of supporting the clinic, were indeed genuine. Plus, having worked alongside Jiang Chen for so long, his skills had significantly improved from what he'd absorbed. Just checking for a pulse, he definitely couldn't have made a mistake!

Su Qingqing's expression tensed, panic flashing in her eyes as she stared in disbelief at the young man on the stretcher, absolutely certain that Jiang Chen could not have misdiagnosed!

Li Fenglin, however, was not nervous at all. In his eyes, Jiang Chen was a Heavenly Peak Grandmaster Martial Artist. It didn't matter whether the death was accidental or intentional; to him, it was not a big deal, and besides, he had his own confidence.

"Are you Jiang Chen?!" The leading young man grabbed Wu Zhiyong by the collar, speaking threateningly, his gaze lingering on Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen scoffed derisively and said calmly, "I am Jiang Chen!"

"You are Jiang Chen? You quack! You killed my brother, and I want your life for his!" The leading young man pushed Wu Zhiyong aside, stepped up to Jiang Chen, and began to curse, pointing at his nose.

Li Fenglin's eyes narrowed, and his body tensed, ready to deal with this group at any moment. He was not sure if Jiang Chen had made a wrong diagnosis, but he had decided to stand by his master, Jiang Chen. If these people dared to do anything excessive, he wouldn't care who they were; he would strike first and ask questions later.

"My life? You don't get to decide that, do you?" Jiang Chen said with a wry smile.

Wuu waaa wuu waaa!

The sound of police sirens wailed, and the leading young man's face brightened as he stared coldly at Jiang Chen and said, "I don't get to decide, but the ones who do have arrived!"

Hasty footsteps sounded as a group of people rushed into the clinic, individuals from the health inspection office and the local police station, all storming in.

"Officer Li, this quack doctor killed a man! Arrest him and shut down their clinic!" The leading young man quickly approached the police officer in charge, pointing at Jiang Chen and shouting loudly.

The leading police officer glanced at the young man and hesitated, "Wang Hu? Are you the one who reported this? What are you up to now?"

"Officer Li, I'm not up to anything. He really did kill someone. Look, my brother is still right here!" Wang Hu's face shifted, assertively pointing at the young man on the stretcher.

Officer Li looked at the young man on the stretcher, then turned to Jiang Chen and was about to say something when the health inspection officials rushed to Jiang Chen and demanded loudly, "Show us your medical license, and the clinic's credentials, all of it!"

Su Qingqing and Wu Zhiyong's complexions paled. Hearing this, Su Qingqing quickly produced all the necessary documents of the clinic, saying anxiously, "Inspector, here are our documents. Everything is in order, and Jiang Chen would never misdiagnose. There must be some misunderstanding!"

"What misunderstanding? The man is dead, isn't he? Close the clinic, take him away!" bellowed the health inspection official.

Officer Li furrowed his brows slightly, opened his mouth as if to speak, but then, after a moment's thought, closed it again. Regardless of what Wang Hu had done before, a death had occurred, and it was only right to take the suspect back for investigation.

"Would you please come with us?" Officer Li stepped in front of Jiang Chen and said gravely.

Jiang Chen looked at Officer Li, then at the health inspection officials, and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Hu: "Who sent you?"

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