Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"Hello, what happened?"

Liang Caiming's voice trembled slightly, filling the hearts of those around her with an unceasing sorrow.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be there right away!"

Liang Caiming choked back her emotions and said expressionlessly before she hung up the phone.

"Boss Mo, thank you. I have some matters to take care of; I can't stay with you anymore..." Liang Caiming was about to run out the door after finishing her sentence.

But a warm hand grabbed her.

"Xia Liu, I need to go deal with something. Let's talk about other matters after I'm done. If it's urgent for you, please find someone else," Liang Caiming said, her eyes reddened, her face etched with a pitiable sadness.

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Mo Wanqing and Duan Zhengfeng had no idea what had happened or what the phone call was about.

Why would Liang Caiming be crying?

"I heard the entire conversation on the phone just now, and if I may ask without overstepping, what illness does your mother have?"

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Liang Caiming had not expected Xia Liu to have overheard the voice on the phone.

"She has cancer, but it's in the early stages. If the treatment is timely, there is a high chance of recovery. I really need to go now."

With that, Liang Caiming tried to push away the hand.

But Xia Liu was holding on. How could he let go so easily?

"Cancer is just a minor ailment; I can cure it too."

"Pfft! Xia Liu, can you stop joking?" Mo Wanqing couldn't help but snort and then signaled Xia Liu to look at Liang Caiming.

Cancer is universally known as a terminal illness with no cure.

Liang Caiming's family member has a terminal illness, and here you are joking around, showing no respect at all.

"Let go of me!" Indeed, Liang Caiming was angry. Her eyes were bright red as she glared at Xia Liu.

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In the end, Xia Liu let go of Liang Caiming. If she didn't believe, there was nothing he could do.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Aunt Qing, you go ahead with your work. I'll follow and have a look," Xia Liu said.

"All right, but you better watch what you say. Don't make her angry again," Mo Wanqing advised, not quite understanding the relationship between Liang Caiming and Xia Liu.

...

Xia Liu gave a bitter smile; he didn't have time to explain. After exchanging courtesies, he ran down the stairs.

Fortunately, he caught up with Liang Caiming at the iron gate.

"I drove here; let me take you," he said.

Liang Caiming was still somewhat angry, but for the sake of her mother, she decided to put Xia Liu's actions aside and focused on getting to the hospital.

The nurse had called her earlier to say that her mother was in a lot of pain and it would be best to operate immediately if possible.

The reason they had been delaying the surgery was due to a lack of funds; otherwise, it would have been done long ago.

Guided by Liang Caiming, Xia Liu sped through the streets and reached the hospital entrance in fifteen minutes.

Tongji University Hospital.

The hospital was built with a high-end design, its exterior all glass facades like the headquarters of a major company.

This was a private hospital with top medical personnel from Binlai City.

The costs here were extremely high, something Caiming had told him on the way.

They had already spent tens of thousands bringing her mother to the hospital, undergoing several rounds of dialysis, with surgery costing four hundred thousand.

And even this did not guarantee a cure, which Liang Caiming could not bring herself to mention.

Following Liang Caiming into the hospital, Xia Liu said not a word more.

The claim that he could cure cancer was something no one would believe.

When explanations fail to convince, actions must prove the point.

Upon entering the hospital room, Xia Liu saw a middle-aged woman, quite thin and frail.

Her body was connected to many tubes. Is this early-stage cancer?

Xia Liu couldn't understand—if one didn't get examined, how could they tell it was early-stage? They would appear just like a healthy person.

However, once in the hospital, with daily tests, blood draws—anyone would grow weak even if they weren't to begin with.

In the room, alongside Liang Caiming's mother, there were several nurses, and a bald, bespectacled doctor.

When Liang Caiming arrived, the bald doctor invited her to his office to discuss the specifics of the case.

After a word to Xia Liu, Liang Caiming followed the doctor to his office.

Shortly thereafter, the nurses also left the room.

Xia Liu had a bad feeling about this, observing the nurses' calm and deliberate steps as if they were all in on some scheme.

He stepped forward to the bedside and pressed his fingers on the wrist of Liang Caiming's mother.

"She certainly is ill, but it seems there has been no attack in the last couple of days. Wait, her mental state is off, it's as if someone forced her into unconsciousness!"

Having deduced the results, Xia Liu furrowed his brows.

It seemed this was far from a simple matter!

He quickly left the room and started to wander the floor, casually at a glance but with intense alertness, ready to rush over if he spotted Liang Caiming and the bald doctor.

And sure enough, at the end of the corridor, he heard a faint scream.

"Doctor Zhang, please don't! I beg you to save my mother. I've gathered the money!"

In the office, Liang Caiming was backed up against the wall.

Less than three meters from her, the bald doctor watched her with a gleeful smirk, "Whether you have the money is not important. As long as you agree to be my woman, I'll start the surgery right away, and your mother's illness can be cured in two days."

"Doctor Zhang, I already have a boyfriend, that was him just now. Please leave me alone, I will pay the medical expenses," Liang Caiming trembled continuously.

Doctor Zhang had been harassing her constantly, always bringing up the same topic each time.

She was desperate to find the money, to treat her mother as well as to escape Doctor Zhang's harassment.

But to her dismay, even after securing the funds, he was still persistent.

"It's fine, I don't mind that you're not a virgin. If you want your mother's surgery, you need to commit now, will you be my secret lover?" said Doctor Zhang, his expression changing.

He had been captivated by Liang Caiming the first time he saw her.

He had resolved to make this attractive young woman his.

If he could develop a long-term relationship, even better.

Additionally, he was not confident he could actually cure Liang Caiming's mother's illness.

Stomach cancer, even at an early stage, couldn't be cured even abroad, let alone in Binlai City, a small third-tier place.

His promise to cure was merely a ploy to win over Liang Caiming and let her guard down.

Eventually, he would go through the motions and easily cover up his deceit with any excuse.

"I refuse!" Liang Caiming was vehement in her stance, she would rather die than agree to the demands of this scoundrel in a white coat.

"Refusing is useless, today I'm taking you by force!" Doctor Zhang's face twisted into a wicked smile. As he shed his white coat, he took slow steps towards Liang Caiming.

Faced with the at least one hundred fifty-pound Doctor Zhang, Liang Caiming turned pale.

Direct confrontation would not save her from his grasp, so Liang Caiming kept dodging.

But the office was only so big, with Doctor Zhang's arms spread out there was no escaping her sluggish attempt.

"Tsk tsk! Being my woman, you won't be short-changed!"