Chapter 1571 - 1586: I’m a Miracle Doctor

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1586: I’m a Miracle Doctor

When you’re down on your luck, even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth. During the last drug bust operation, she was about to accomplish something big when an unexpected interference not only snatched away the drugs and money but also beat the sole surviving suspect into unconsciousness. The suspect is still lying in the intensive care unit.

With the failure of the operation, someone needed to take the blame. Naturally, it was the headstrong Lei Xiaojiao, who acted on her own, ignored commands, and couldn’t describe the suspect’s appearance, who was honorably transferred to the traffic police team.

"Seriously, they’re blind to let a gem go. Without me, the crime squad can’t accomplish shit."

Lei Xiaojiao detested the fat captain who leered at her beauty, but what she hated more was the scoundrel who violated her. Honestly, couldn’t he clean himself up before going out on a heist? Covered in dirt and grime, only ghosts could recognize his face... Wait! Watching the Bugatti start up slowly, Lei Xiaojiao suddenly frowned, "Why does that flashy Xiang Island accent sound so familiar?"

"Hey, that lady cop seems to be telling you to stop."

"You must have heard wrong." Lin Mu glanced at the rearview mirror and stepped hard on the gas pedal.

Stop? What a joke! If that **** little cop recognizes me, I’m off to jail for sure!

Although he didn’t know why this elegant drug cop was issuing traffic tickets, Lin Mu recognized Lei Xiaojiao at first glance, and pretending to be from Xiang Island was just to prevent her from seeing through his identity.

Vroom! The Bugatti spewed a puff of blue smoke and in the blink of an eye, Lei Xiaojiao was left far behind, out of sight.

"Where are you going?" Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Ling Xiaoqiao, only to see her wincing in pain, her face pale and even the hair at her temples drenched in cold sweat, "Whoa, what’s wrong with you, ate something bad and need to go to the bathroom suddenly?"

"No, you need to go to... the bathroom."

Ling Xiaoqiao spat lightly, paused for a while, then rather bashfully said, "I, I’m injured."

Meanwhile, in another high-end residential area in Wancheng, Liu Genyou, a leader of the Industrial and Commercial Bank, irritably turned on the desk lamp, pulled a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, and took a deep drag. The previously fragrant tobacco seemed to taste different, making him cough hard, and his once flushed cheeks turned pale.

The **** by his side snatched his cigarette, got up to extinguish it, and gently stroked Liu Genyou’s back while saying softly, "You just don’t know how to take care of yourself. What’s so good about smoking every day? Didn’t the doctor say you want to..."

"What nonsense doctor, they’re all quacks, idiots."

Liu Genyou pounded the bed, his expression betraying his frustration.

Since that unexpected stroke, his health had been deteriorating. He had taken all kinds of injections and medicine, both Western and Chinese, but to no avail. Recently, he even lost sensation down there; despite ****’s effort, there wasn’t even a hint of response. Only forty-five and already losing male function, this blow plunged Liu Genyou into despair.

"Zhang Man, am I useless?"

"Useless? Haha, who was it that within a year of taking office reduced the city’s crime rate by thirteen percent? Who solved the serial murders, avenging sixteen girls in their prime? Who ran a clean administration praised and sung by the people?" **** shook her head, her eyes sincere, "Genyou, if even you’re useless, then there’s probably no one in the Pearl River Delta who is useful."

"Zhang Man, you’re still the same, always telling me sweet words."

Liu Genyou shook his head, though the bitterness on his face did not fade much.

Zhang Man sighed, remained silent for a while, and couldn’t help but say, "Old Wang, contact the Young Master! Your health is getting worse, and I’m really afraid one day you’ll..."

"Alas, now this is the only option we have left."

Liu Genyou closed his eyes. He wasn’t afraid of death, but he feared losing Zhang Man. They’ve had a long connection, almost being childhood sweethearts, yet after numerous twists and turns, storms and tempests, they finally came together. To leave now, Liu Genyou was unwilling, he wouldn’t resign to death!

Lin Mu wasn’t aware that his showcased skills had made Liu Genyou apprehensive, so hesitant and never taking the initiative to get in touch.

At this moment, he was standing by the bed in a hotel room, looking at Ling Xiaoqiao with an expression that was a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"Hey! You’re wrapped up so tightly, how am I going to bandage you?"

"I... you’d better get me a doctor."

Ling Xiaoqiao lay sideways on the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around her, leaving only her small face outside.

"Tch, I am a doctor, and a miracle-working one at that, why go out looking for one?" Lin Mu rolled his eyes, "Besides, this injury is from skirmishing, any surgeon can immediately spot it, you’re lucky if after examining you they don’t immediately report to have you thrown into prison for disturbing public peace."

"You... don’t scare me! I haven’t done anything so severely wrong, at worst I’ll just be locked up for a few days..."

"Oh! ’Just be locked up’, huh? Did you not hear how many people have mysteriously died in holding cells, playing hide-and-seek or drinking plain water?" Lin Mu rubbed his chin, sneered, "Do you think it’s some nice place? Wancheng’s holding cells are chaotic and dark, throwing you, an unprotected pretty young thing in, it would not take half a day before you’re so tormented it’s not worth living."

Ling Xiaoqiao’s face turned white, whether from fear or because her wound hurt again was unclear.

She pondered for a long moment, then sheepishly said, "Then be gentle, I’m afraid of pain."

"Wow, and you’re afraid of pain, being a mobster?" Lin Mu couldn’t help but laugh, but when he saw Ling Xiaoqiao hesitantly lift the corner of the blanket, revealing some bruised skin, he stopped laughing.

The matter was serious, much more serious than anticipated.

Lin Mu originally thought that Ling Xiaoqiao was accidentally slashed on the buttocks by some lewd thug during her escape, but that wasn’t the case at all. On her right hip, near the waist, was a patch of skin turned into an eerie bruise-blue, with a vaguely visible, snake-pattern-like dark red mark stretching under the skin, appearing terrifyingly eerie.

"What’s wrong, is it serious?"

"You tell me, it’s even starting to stink, sis!"

"What nonsense!" Ling Xiaoqiao said, her embarrassment turning to anger, "I don’t smell anything."