Chapter 76: Catering to One’s Preferences

"You... you... you’re going to be the death of me! That young man is a disciple of a medical sage from the capital, and you’re just making a scene! How could we possibly afford to pay a hundred million? Oh! You’re going to ruin me!"

Chen Muxue’s face was full of grievance; thinking of all the hardship she’d endured because of Su Zheng, her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears.

"Don’t worry. Jiang Shaoxiong’s condition is most likely acute myocardial spasm, caused by poor blood circulation. This illness is a bit tricky, and I don’t have much faith in that young man’s medical skills," Su Zheng, unable to bear seeing Chen Muxue cry, softened and spoke in a low, consoling voice.

"Shut up! What do you know?" Chen Muxue couldn’t listen at all, pulling her hand coldly from Su Zheng’s grasp.

At that moment, Cui Lin, upon hearing Su Zheng’s acceptance, revealed a triumphant expression—he was certain of his victory.

"Good! I’ll be waiting for you to kneel before me and beg for mercy soon!"

He announced loudly and then went to examine Jiang Shaoxiong’s condition.

Jiang Shaoxiong’s bespectacled female assistant was nearly frantic with worry, but since the Li family had been busy discussing medical matters, no one had paid her any attention. Now, seeing Cui Lin step forward to treat him, she finally felt a surge of hope.

The onlookers shared similar expectations, all eager to see what miraculous medical skills the famed disciple of Yu Wantang might display.

"Has President Jiang often felt chest tightness and pain, and had some difficulty breathing?" At this point, Cui Lin remained composed. He didn’t move Jiang Shaoxiong immediately but turned to the assistant, who knelt nearby tending to her boss.

The assistant dabbed Jiang Shaoxiong’s forehead with a towel, nodding helplessly at Cui Lin.

"That’s it—acute myocardial ischemia!"

After checking Jiang Shaoxiong’s eyes and pulse again, Cui Lin finally confirmed the diagnosis and spoke with calm authority.

Cui Lin’s words gave Chen Muxue pause. She turned her wide, astonished eyes to Su Zheng, inwardly shocked—could Su Zheng actually know medicine?

She wanted to ask, but seeing Su Zheng watching President Jiang with a calm, almost deliberate detachment, she refrained.

Annoyed, Chen Muxue rolled her eyes at Su Zheng and turned away, biting her lip in frustration. If he could ignore her, she could do the same to him.

The other people present, seeing Cui Lin’s methodical, professional examination, looked on with respect.

This Dr. Cui truly was an expert—not only a top disciple of Yu Wantang, but also well-versed in Western medicine. To have earned a doctorate at such a young age—now that was real genius!

In contrast, many smirked at Su Zheng, thinking the girl who’d chased him out earlier had been right—he must be a fraud.

Ye Lang, with a faint smile, watched the crowd’s reactions, growing more certain and looking forward to the moment Su Zheng would kneel before him.

At this point, Cui Lin instructed the assistant to bring his medical kit and took out a small white bottle.

"I have nitroglycerin and trimetazidine here. Don’t worry, once President Jiang takes a trimetazidine tablet, he’ll be just fine!"

He had followed Ye Lang to Qingyang, carrying with him many Western medicines at his master’s request to safeguard Ye Lang’s health.

After speaking, Cui Lin shot Su Zheng a deliberate glare, his smugness plain.

"Wonderful!" Li Yanze exclaimed with delight, hurriedly instructing the servants to fetch water.

"No—you must not give him trimetazidine or nitroglycerin!" Su Zheng frowned, raising his voice.

His expression was grave as he explained, "Judging from President Jiang’s complexion, it’s very likely he has bradycardia. While trimetazidine could relieve myocardial ischemia, it would further slow his heart rate, potentially making his condition even more critical!"

Li Yanze and Li Yanjun both froze at these words. Hearing how well Su Zheng articulated his point, they hesitated, unable to decide.

The crowd perked up. It seemed Su Zheng couldn’t hold back any longer—after all, if he didn’t voice some objections, he might have to pay a hundred million. By raising different opinions during Cui Lin’s treatment, he could muddy the waters enough that no one could say for sure who deserved the credit or the blame.

Brilliant!

Many people had this thought. They realized that even if Su Zheng’s suggestion was useless or wrong, he’d bear no responsibility.

After all, Cui Lin was the one treating the patient; if something went wrong, it was on him. If the treatment succeeded, Su Zheng could claim credit for his advice.

Damn, this kid really was a professional swindler—always scheming, always making sure he couldn’t lose!

"Do you even know what bradycardia is?" Ye Lang spoke.

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, stern expression as he admonished Su Zheng, "Don’t just repeat terms you heard on TV. I know I was a bit harsh earlier, and maybe you hold a grudge against Cui Lin and me, but this is a matter of life and death. This is not the time for petty revenge. If you’re upset, wait until after Cui Lin saves President Jiang and I’ll explain everything. For now, please don’t interfere with saving a life!"

He spoke skillfully, painting Su Zheng as a petty, vengeful man, while casting himself as noble and selfless, acting only for Jiang Shaoxiong’s well-being.

"Hmph! If you really are a doctor, I’d be ashamed to be in your company! To think you’d try to stir trouble at such a critical moment—what a vicious heart you have!"

Cui Lin followed up, echoing Ye Lang’s words with righteous indignation, reinforcing Su Zheng’s negative image in the eyes of the crowd.

The bystanders, having heard Cui Lin’s rebuke, all turned on Su Zheng with hostile glares and sharp words.

"Looks really can be deceiving—he may be good-looking, but his heart is venomous!"

"So young, yet so wicked—aren’t you afraid of retribution?"

"If anything happens to President Jiang, this is murder!"

Almost everyone joined in the scolding. Misled by Ye Lang, they now saw Su Zheng as a despicable villain, indifferent to human life.

Even Mr. and Mrs. Chen glared at Su Zheng with disgust. They hadn’t thought he could be so malicious as to use this moment for revenge against Ye Lang and Cui Lin.

Meanwhile, the assistant had already brought a glass of water, looking gratefully to Cui Lin and awaiting his instructions.