Chapter 267: The Living Dead

Terrified, Black Dog immediately begged for mercy.

"Spare my life, sir! I'll never do it again!"

Chen Qingdi sneered. "A moment ago, weren't you telling your goons to just barely leave me alive? Well today, I'll return the favor."

Seeing that Chen Qingdi was relentless, Black Dog decisively slapped himself across the face several times.

"Sir, I had a few too many and couldn't control my mouth. I was just spouting nonsense. Please forgive me."

Chen Qingdi glanced at him and his lackeys.

"Killing you would dirty my hands. You hit that old woman earlier. You will compensate her for her medical expenses!"

With his life in Chen Qingdi's hands, Black Dog didn't dare act tough. He could only agree to pay.

He only had one card on him, which he handed to Chen Qingdi respectfully.

"This card… we got it from collecting protect—no, sponsorship fees. There's about ten thousand yuan on it. Please give it to the old woman as compensation, and let's call it even."

Chen Qingdi gave the card to the old woman.

"Ma'am, take this money and go to the hospital to treat your injuries. Also, keep taking the traditional Chinese medicine I prescribed earlier. You'll be better soon."

The old woman thanked him profusely and left with the card to get treatment. Chen Qingdi glanced at Black Dog.

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully. The one who beat you is me, Chen Qing! If you have any scores to settle, come after me. But if I find out any of you have given that old woman any more trouble—"

He turned his head, looked at a dilapidated wall nearby marked with the character for "demolish," and threw a punch from a distance. The brick wall collapsed with a BOOM.

Only then did Huihui and the others realize they had unwittingly picked a fight with someone they couldn't afford to offend. Terrified, they didn't dare linger and fled in disarray.

Chen Qingdi, of course, wouldn't lower himself to their level and resumed his consultations.

Having suffered greatly from their treatment at the clinics under the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, these people all flocked to Chen Qingdi for help.

Was it Chen Qingdi's brilliant medical skills or his conscientious approach? Minor ailments were cured on the spot, and serious illnesses were healed after a single course of treatment.

In less than ten days, the reputation of the Huipu Medical Clinic was once again the talk of the town.

Some people even came from other cities, drawn by his reputation.

There was also a CEO whose wife had been unable to conceive for years. After taking Chen Qingdi's traditional Chinese medicine and undergoing his acupuncture treatments, she became pregnant not long after.

The CEO directly gave Chen Qingdi a consultation fee of one hundred million. In Chen Qingdi's eyes, money was just a meaningless string of numbers. He immediately turned around and gave the entire sum to a charity on Medical God Island.

They used this money to establish free medical facilities in places of need, helping patients who couldn't afford treatment.

One day, as Chen Qingdi was in his clinic seeing patients, a sudden commotion erupted outside. He saw more than twenty people surrounding his clinic, blocking it completely.

These people were all dressed in sackcloth and mourning clothes. Two young men were carrying a door panel, on which lay a figure covered by a white cloth. A pair of bare feet stuck out from one end.

A man in a mourning cap, the filial son, pointed at Chen Qingdi and began to curse loudly.

"You, Chen! You black-hearted doctor, you money-grubbing bastard! My old man came to you for one course of treatment, and you killed him! What are you going to do about it?"

Chen Qingdi said calmly, "Are you sure this is a dead person?"

They placed the body in an empty space in the clinic and yanked off the white cloth.

Chen Qingdi saw that the person's body was covered in bright red marks. His face was pale, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He started to step forward to examine the body but was blocked by the group.

Then, he inadvertently noticed that the so-called corpse's chest was still rising and falling slightly.

'Tch, this is supposed to be a dead man?'

'Seriously? If you're going to fake it, at least make it look convincing.'

'I have to suppress a cynical laugh.'

Chen Qingdi said to them.

"Are you sure this gentleman is truly dead?"

"He stopped breathing at midnight. We brought him straight here. You think we're trying to fool you?"

Chen Qingdi said with a frown.

"No, I must examine him to determine the true cause of death!"

He was immediately grabbed by the filial son. Beside him, several women stretched out their Nine Yin White Bone Claws, ready to scratch his face.

Just then, from within the crowd of medical protestors demanding justice, a kind-faced old man stepped forward.

"Doctors have the hearts of parents; no one wanted to kill your father! Besides, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Making a scene like this won't solve anything. Why don't we settle this privately?"

The filial son said angrily, "Fifth Uncle, I'll give you face. But they have to pay for the funeral expenses and for our emotional distress!"

Chen Qingdi asked the filial son, "Fine, name your price. How much do you want?"

The filial son calculated for a moment. "You don't look that rich. I won't ask for too much. One million eight hundred thousand. Not a penny less!"

Chen Qingdi took out his phone, opened his banking app, and showed the other party his account balance.

The moment he saw the balance of over two million on Chen Qingdi's phone, his eyes filled with greed.

"No, I asked for too little. Two million. Not a penny less."

Chen Qingdi nodded. "The money is not a problem. But let me confirm one more time, are you sure your old man is really dead?"

The filial son gritted his teeth and said, "If he wasn't dead, why would I be here?"

Chen Qingdi said, "Take out your phone. I'll transfer the money to you. As for this person, I'll help you send him off!"

The filial son actually took out his phone. Without another word, Chen Qingdi took his own phone, scanned the man's QR code, and initiated a two-million-yuan transfer.

A notification popped up on the phone: due to the large amount, the transfer required careful review by the Money Shop before it could be completed.

Chen Qingdi said to the man, "I've transferred the compensation money to you. I'm keeping the dead man for an autopsy. You can all leave now!"

"My father's body needs to be laid to rest! We can't leave it with you!"

Chen Qingdi sneered. "But I've already paid the money. That proves I've bought this corpse. As for how I use it, that's none of your business, is it?"

"Of course, in the medical world, a cadaver used for research is called a 'silent mentor,' and should be treated with the highest respect."

Then Chen Qingdi gave a respectful bow to the "corpse" lying there and took out a scalpel.

"All of you, stand back. I'm going to perform a live autopsy for you right now. We'll see how this patient really died, what medicine he took, and what to do if we encounter this situation again."

As he spoke, he ripped off the old man's shirt. Then, making a great show of it, he took some medical alcohol and began to wipe it continuously on the man's chest, right over his heart, explaining as he did.

"The first step of an autopsy, of course, is disinfection, to prevent any miasma from spreading. Then, we'll make an incision from his throat down to his abdomen, dig out his heart, and finally remove his stomach to see what residues are inside. Let's begin."

The moment his hand pressed down on the man's chest, the "corpse" unexpectedly leaped up.

"I'm not doing this anymore! I quit! Dammit, Jia Laoliu, here, take your five hundred yuan! I'm never playing a corpse again!"