Nangong Yan was astonished to see that Mr. Chen had even managed to win over Mu City’s notorious young master, Mu An, making him even more awed by Mr. Chen’s abilities.
He raised his hand and said, “I wouldn’t dare. Mr. Chen is also my benefactor; I wasn’t the one causing trouble.”
Mu An then turned to Wen Zicheng, “So it’s you then? Wen Zicheng, I haven’t even settled scores with your Wen family yet! Last time I was ill and got medicine from your clinic, not only did it not help, but it almost cost me my life. If the divine doctor hadn’t saved me, my father would have flattened your clinic by now. And you dare show up in front of me? Get lost!”
Wen Zicheng, unable to vent his anger, felt even more frustrated. If Nangong Yan had been on his side, it might have been easier, but now Nangong Yan seemed to have changed his stance for some reason.
He gritted his teeth and shot Wen Qingchen a bloodshot glare before storming out.
Wen Xin, tearfully looking at Nangong Yan, hoped for a bit of sympathy, “Brother Yan…”
Nangong Yan, however, impatiently said, “You should go back too. I’ll come see you in a few days.”
Wen Xin clenched her fists, feeling utterly humiliated.
All the affection and tenderness from the past few days seemed worthless now. He was so heartless!
Covering her face, Wen Xin ran out crying.
She wouldn’t let this clinic and that wild boy named Chen Qing off the hook!
“Oh dear,” Wen Qingchen said sympathetically, “Young Master Nangong, your fiancée is crying so sadly. Aren’t you going to comfort her? Thank you for helping out just now.”
Nangong Yan looked at Wen Qingchen awkwardly, wanting to explain that he didn’t care for his fiancée, but as the words formed, his face turned red.
He hastily said, “I, I, I have to go now. Goodbye, Mr. Chen…”
Mu An watched Nangong Yan leave with a lovesick expression and asked, “Divine Doctor, what’s up with him? Did he take the wrong medicine?”
Wen Qingchen pondered, “I want to know too.”
At the Wen Divine Medicine Clinic.
Wen Zicheng returned with a bloodied face, startling everyone at the clinic.
“Young master! Young master, what happened to you? Someone, quickly call the master! The young master is injured!”
The current Wen Divine Doctor, Wen Qingchen’s third uncle, Wen Zhaoping, hurried out. Seeing Wen Zicheng’s state, he was heartbroken.
“Zicheng, how did you get hurt? Who did this to you? Didn’t you go to the newly opened clinic across the street? How did you end up like this?”
Wen Zicheng exclaimed, “Father, you have to avenge me! My eye is surely blind now. That Chen Qing from the clinic across the street injured me with a concealed weapon!”
“Outrageous! Is that Chen Qing the doctor at that clinic? That scoundrel dared to harm my son!” Wen Zhaoping fumed as he treated and medicated Wen Zicheng’s wound. “I’ll send people to smash that clinic to pieces!”
“No, Father!” Wen Zicheng shouted angrily. “I don’t know what kind of madness has taken over Nangong Yan, but he said that the Nangong family would be protecting that clinic from now on. And that useless waste Wen Xin… can’t even control her own man!”
Wen Xin clenched her fists even tighter as she entered the room but didn’t dare to say a word in rebuttal.
“Nangong Yan has lost his mind? Protecting them?”
“Exactly! Why else would I be in this state?”
The father and son cursed loudly, each insult more vile than the last.
At that moment, a pleasant voice interrupted, “Fools.”
They turned to see a young girl in a sky-blue dress entering the room.
Wen Zicheng’s eyes lit up, “Xiaoqing, you’re here!”
This was Wen Zicheng’s biological sister, Wen Qing. Unlike Wen Xin, who was an illegitimate child, Wen Qing was his legitimate sister.
Wen Qing glanced at Wen Zicheng and said sternly, “We just took over the Wen Divine Medicine Clinic, and you already want to ruin its reputation? And you personally went to smash someone else’s clinic?”
Wen Zicheng, unwilling to accept her criticism, retorted, “But that guy opened his clinic right across from ours. It’s clearly a provocation! Are we supposed to just watch him run his clinic?”
Wen Qing calmly replied, “You need to use the right methods to deal with different people. Dealing with a clinic is simple. Arrange for a few patients to seek treatment at his clinic. They will be our people. If you want them to recover, they will recover. If you want them to… die, can they survive?”
Soon, the whole of Tang City would hear that the new clinic had caused the deaths of its patients. Who would dare to go there then?
Over time, that clinic would naturally decline.
Wen Zicheng’s eyes lit up, “Xiaoqing, you’re so smart! Let’s do that! I’ll arrange for some people to seek treatment at their shabby clinic right away!”
