The Miracle Doctor Comes Down the Mountain: CEO's Wife, Please Respect Yourself

"Young Master Zhao...his condition isn't good!"

The old voice had a solemn tone.

This person is none other than the Jiangcheng miracle doctor, Peng Lianhai.

"Not good? In what way? Divine Doctor Peng, I only have this one son. You have to save him no matter what."

Zhao Wanjin begged Peng Lianhaidao.

"It's not that I don't want to save you."

Peng Lianhai shook his head and said:

"It's because Young Master Zhao's Qi and blood are too depleted. All his energy has been drained away."

"It's like a beam. It looks fine on the surface, but in reality it's been eaten away by insects and ants, leaving only a hollow shell."

"The main beam has already broken, and the building will naturally collapse. Even I can't do anything about it."

"Perhaps Tianhai's Ghost Hand and the two divine doctors, Saint Doctor, may have a solution. Unfortunately..."

Zhao Wanjin hurriedly asked, "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that these two miracle doctors are not available to ordinary people. Besides, even if you could invite them, Master Zhao would not have the time."

Peng Lianhai sighed.

"How could this happen? Could it be that I, Zhao Wanjin, have done too many evil things, and that's why my son is suffering this retribution?"

Zhao Wanjin burst into tears and asked, "Doctor Peng, may I ask how much time does my son have left?"

Peng Lianhai thought for a moment and said, "If I use the Nine-Bend Spirit Needle to stimulate Mr. Zhao's last bit of life force, I might be able to prolong his life for half a day."

"long time?"

Zhao Wanjin trembled again.

Who would have thought that the son who was so energetic yesterday would only have half a day left to live.

"Just half a day, at least let me say goodbye to my son. Doctor Peng, please."

Zhao Wanjin said with total despair.

"it is good."

Peng Lianhai nodded, and all nine silver needles were inserted into Zhao Wucheng's major acupuncture points, not a centimeter too deep, not a centimeter too shallow.

From this we can see that his acupuncture skills are much better than those of Doctor Xu from Cangren Hall.

If it were somewhere else, Zhao Wanjin would definitely cheer, but now, he only has eyes for his son.

"dad!"

Under the stimulation of Peng Lianhai's Nine-Curved Spirit Needle, Zhao Wucheng opened his eyes.

"Son, if you have any last words, tell them now!"

Zhao Wanjin said with a sob.

"Dad, hurry up...Mr. Li, go find Mr. Li!"

Zhao Wucheng grabbed Zhao Wanjin's arm tightly.

He regrets it now.

As early as at the underground antique trade fair, Li Taiping told him the problem of Blood Tai Chi.

It's because I didn't listen that I ended up in this situation.

If now, is there anyone who can save Zhao Wucheng's life.

Then only Li Taiping is left.

In other words, Li Taiping is Zhao Wucheng's last straw.

"Mr. Li? What Mr. Li? Son, you only have half a day left to live, so don't say irrelevant things."

Zhao Wanjin said while wiping his tears.

"Dad, I'm telling the truth. Now, Mr. Li may be the only one who can save my son's life."

Zhao Wucheng said excitedly.

"Son, are you telling the truth? Could it be that Mr. Li you're talking about is the same miracle doctor as Dr. Peng? Dr. Peng, have you ever heard of a miracle doctor named Li in Jiangcheng?"

Zhao Wanjin turned and asked Peng Lianhai.

"Never."

Not to mention the miracle doctor named Li.

Even Peng Lianhai had never heard of the famous doctor named Li.

And neither of the two miracle doctors in Tianhai has the surname Li, so it is even more unlikely that they would come to a small place like Jiangcheng for no reason.

In Peng Lianhai's opinion, Zhao Wucheng was desperate and was trying everything he could to cure his illness. Who knew what kind of person the Mr. Li he was talking about was?

"Son, did you hear that? There's no such thing as a miracle doctor named Li in Jiangcheng!"

"Even Divine Doctor Peng can't help you in your current situation, let alone others?"

"How about, while you're still hot, I can find you a top-notch beauty to bear a child for you?"

Zhao Wanjin said to Zhao Wucheng.

Dad, what you said makes a lot of sense...bullshit!

I'm in this state, do you think I can still stand at attention?

Say.

I, your son, have become like this because of a woman. Now I am about to die, don’t you think I am miserable enough?

Zhao Wucheng started coughing excitedly.

"Son, slow down, slow down. If you think one is not enough, I will find you a few more. I guarantee you will die comfortably."

Zhao Wanjin thought that Zhao Wucheng felt that one woman was not enough.

puff!

Zhao Wucheng spat out a mouthful of blood and said:

"Dad, you are such a good father to me!"

"Okay, my last words are that I want to see Mr. Li."

"Please let me see Mr. Li before I die!"

This……

"Son, I just don't understand. Why do you have to see Mr. Li when you're in this state?"

"I gave birth to you with great difficulty. Even if I want to have another one in the future, it will be impossible."

"So, son, just obey your father. Before you die, at least leave a descendant for our Zhao family!"

Zhao Wanjin persuaded earnestly.

As he was speaking, he noticed that Zhao Wucheng's body was shaking violently and foaming at the mouth.

"I...Fuck! Dad, can you please stop talking about this, Mr. Li! I just want to see Mr. Li!"

Zhao Wucheng's vision went dark and he was about to faint.

"Okay, okay, son, don't get excited. I promised you, isn't that enough? Tell Dad where to find Mr. Li."

Seeing Zhao Wucheng like this, Zhao Wanjin hurriedly agreed.

"Tang Wan...Ask Tang Wan from the Tang family..."

After saying this, Zhao Wucheng rolled his eyes and fell into complete darkness.

Tang Wan?

Zhao Wanjin hurriedly called his secretary and asked her to contact the Tang family immediately.

"Boss Zhao, you have to hurry up. Originally, Young Master Zhao still had half a day, but that mouthful of blood just now has left him with only three hours."

Peng Lianhai spoke in a gloomy tone.

Tang family.

It took less than ten minutes for Zhao Wanjin to contact Tang Wan.

"Boss Zhao, why are you calling me? Mr. Li? Are you looking for Mr. Li Taiping?"

Tang Wan was surprised when she heard the reason behind Zhao Wanjin's call. "Okay, I'll call Mr. Li right now."

Then, Tang Wan called Li Taiping.

For some reason, Tang Wan's heart became inexplicably confused at the thought of hearing Li Taiping's voice again.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."

Turn off...turn off the power?

Tang Wan felt disappointed and told Zhao Wanjin the truth.

"What? The phone is turned off? Miss Tang, you must help me, this is my son's dying wish!"

Dying wish?

WTF?

Could it be that as Mr. Li said, something happened to Zhao Wucheng?

Tang Wan blinked, thought for a moment, and then sent the photo of Li Taiping that she had secretly taken at the antique fair to Zhao Wanjin.

"Boss Zhao, this is Mr. Li's photo. You can find him based on this photo. If that doesn't work, you can ask the Liu family."

So Zhao Wanjin hurriedly contacted the Liu family.

Coincidentally, the person he contacted was Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei: "What? Li Taiping? Sorry, you're mistaken. There's no one named Li Taiping in my Liu family."

……

the other side.

Shangding Group.

As it was almost time to get off work, Li Taiping was waiting at the door of Shangding.

Soon, Liu Yanyu arrived by car.

"Taiping, I just called you, but your phone was turned off. What's going on?"