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

"All right."

It took no more than three minutes.

Li Taiping stopped.

"Alright? So soon? How are you feeling, son?"

Zhao Wanjin hurriedly asked Zhao Wucheng.

"Dad, I feel so good now. Mr. Li, you are like my adopted parent!"

boom!

Zhao Wucheng knelt down in front of Li Taiping again, his eyes red with excitement.

"Mr. Li, thank you for saving my son. This Wansheng Building now belongs to you, Mr. Li."

Zhao Wanjin said as promised.

"What do I need your Wansheng Building for?"

Li Taiping shook his head. He had no interest in managing a casino.

"Then how about this? If Mr. Li doesn't want to manage Wanshenglou, I will manage it for him. From now on, I, Zhao Wanjin, and my son, Zhao Wucheng, will serve Mr. Li at his beck and call.

Zhao Wanjin said sincerely.

"Well, that's it!"

Li Taiping nodded.

"Grandmaster of martial arts, great Zhoutian acupuncture... Hahaha, who would have thought that there would be such a person in Jiangcheng."

Peng Lianhai's body shook twice, as if he was dreaming.

Today, his worldview has been refreshed.

The title of martial arts grandmaster is secondary, after all, he is not in the martial arts circle.

But the Da Zhou Tian acupuncture method is a magical skill that has long been lost in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Such magical skills actually appeared in Jiangcheng, in a young man he had never heard of.

Peng Lianhai felt ashamed when he thought about how he had just shamelessly mocked Li Taiping.

Miracle doctor?

Li Taiping is here.

What qualifications does Peng Lianhai have to call himself the miracle doctor of Jiangcheng?

It's just bullshit.

"It's me, Peng Lianhai. I underestimated Mr. Li. I'm going to pack up and go back to the countryside to farm."

Peng Lianhai walked towards the door dejectedly.

"Please stay, Dr. Peng."

Seeing Peng Lianhai was about to leave, Li Taiping spoke.

"Mr. Li, are you going to humiliate me again?"

Peng Lianhai turned his head and said.

"Dr. Peng, you misunderstood. I've heard of Dr. Peng's great name before when I was in Jiangcheng."

"Although you don't have the ability to cure Zhao Wucheng, many people have been saved by Dr. Peng's Nine-Bend Spirit Needle."

"To be honest, I still admire Dr. Peng."

Li Taiping said seriously.

"Mr. Li, do you really think so?"

Peng Lianhai said in surprise.

"That's right. If Divine Doctor Peng passes away like this, it will be my fault and the loss of the people of Jiangcheng."

"Unless Divine Doctor Peng wants to abandon those people in Jiangcheng who are waiting for him to save their lives."

"So Divine Doctor Peng should stay. I'll just pretend Divine Doctor Peng never said anything."

Li Taiping persuaded slowly.

"Mr. Li, you are so generous. It is me, Peng Lianhai, who is narrow-minded."

Hearing what Li Taiping said, Peng Lianhai felt ashamed again.

After thinking it over, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I will listen to Mr. Li and stay, but I have one condition, and I hope Mr. Li can agree to it."

"What conditions?"

Li Taiping asked in confusion.

"I would like to invite Mr. Li to become an honored member of my Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

Peng Lianhu bowed deeply to Li Taiping.

In addition to the title of Jiangcheng Miracle Doctor.

Peng Lianhai is actually also the president of the Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and is qualified to invite others to become honorable members of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

Are you a proud member of the Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association?

Li Taiping thought for a moment and said, "Although it's just an empty title, since Divine Doctor Peng has asked, I won't refuse."

"However, I don't like publicity, so I ask Dr. Peng not to spread this matter."

Peng Lianhai was immediately overjoyed and said:

"That's easy to say. This is the badge of honor for members of the Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Please accept it, Mr. Li."

Peng Lianhai took out an extremely exquisite golden badge with three blades of grass on it.

Li Taiping took the badge and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, I have nothing to do here, Mr. Li, Boss Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I'll be leaving first."

Peng Lianhu said goodbye to Li Taiping and the other two.

"Dr. Peng, I'll take you there."

Even if Peng Lianhai failed to cure Zhao Wucheng, Zhao Wanjin was still very polite.

Li Taiping followed him downstairs.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight,"

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine,"

"one thousand!"

"Mr. Li, I, Wei Guang, have kowtowed a thousand times."

In the lobby on the first floor of Wansheng Building, Wei Guang, who had finally kowtowed a thousand times, said to Li Taiping in a daze.

"Okay, get up now. By the way, Boss Zhao, didn't Wanshenglou previously detain someone named Song Dantong? She's my wife's aunt. Could you please bring her over?"

Li Taiping remembered that Liu Yanyu's purpose of coming to Wansheng Tower was for Song Dantong.

"What? Wanshenglou actually detained Mr. Li's wife's aunt? Wei Guang, what are you doing? Hurry and bring her up here!"

Zhao Wanjin was shocked.

"Yes, I'll go now."

In less than a minute, Song Dantong was brought up by Wei Guang.

At this time, Song Dantong had disheveled hair, untidy clothes, red and swollen eyes, and a smell of urine on her body.

He had obviously been having an uncomfortable time.

"Li Taiping, why are you here? Where's Yanyu? Hurry up and ask Yanyu to come and save me!"

Song Dantong saw Li Taiping and shouted hurriedly.

"Yanyu is outside. There's no need to let Yanyu in. I can save you."

Li Taiping was just about to ask Zhao Wanjin to release Song Dantong.

Unexpectedly, Song Dantong suddenly sneered and said sarcastically:

"Li Taiping, you'd better stop bragging, you useless piece of shit."

"Do you know how much I owe? Thirty million! A full thirty million!"

"Can you save me with just one word? You're dreaming!"

Hearing this, Li Taiping was puzzled.

Is this head filled with cow dung?

Even if you don't believe I can save you, why do you mock me?

Besides, as a gambler, is it something worth bragging about that you lost 30 million in a casino and have no money to pay it back?

"Well, Li Taiping, you have nothing to say, right? Haha, I knew you were just bragging. You are so shameless."

Song Dantong snorted.

Li Taiping shook his head:

"Misfortunes sent by heaven can be survived, but those brought upon oneself cannot be survived."

"In that case, Boss Zhao, send her back and let her clean the toilets in Wansheng Building."

"When the 30 million is paid back, I'll release her."

Zhao Wanjin immediately said, "Yes, Mr. Li."

Boss Zhao?

"Are you Zhao Wanjin, the owner of Wanshenglou?"

It was only at this time that Song Dantong finally discovered Zhao Wanjin behind Li Taiping.

"Yes, it's me."

Zhao Wanjin said in a deep voice.

"But why are you standing behind Li Taiping and still listening to him?"

Song Dantong said with a confused look on her face.

"Why? Of course it's because I'm Mr. Li's henchman. Even this Wansheng Building belongs to Mr. Li."

Zhao Wanjin said coldly.

"What? Impossible! It's fake, it must be fake, Li Taiping, you're just teasing me, right?"

Song Dantong was unwilling to accept the facts before her.

"Whether I'm making you happy or not, that's something you need to judge for yourself."

After Li Taiping finished speaking, he asked Wei Guang to take Song Dantong down.

"No, save me, Li Taiping. Can't I trust you? Please save me. I don't want to clean toilets, I don't want to unclog toilets, I don't want to clean urinals, I don't want to be a night soil collector!!"

Song Dantong cried out.

But this time, Li Taiping remained indifferent.

There is only one chance. If you can't grab it, you can't blame him.