Chapter 2095 - 1960: Eye-Opening Experience (Part 6)

Chapter 2095: Chapter 1960: Eye-Opening Experience (Part 6)

"And he even managed to slip and fall by the pool. That’s enough to make people die laughing," Song Xiaodong said.

"Let this be a lesson for him. Think he can buy anything he wants? Can he even afford it?" Qiao Yutong said, looking toward the door at the other end of the pool.

On the other side, when Li Jingtian saw Song Xiaodong and Qiao Yutong, his heart skipped a beat and started racing. He exhaled a few times, patted his chest, and finally mustered up the courage to walk over.

"Director Qiao, I’m really sorry about just now, it’s all my fault, I deserve to die, I deserve to die! Please don’t stoop to argue with a nobody like me!" Li Jingtian stared at the ground, apologizing to Qiao Yutong.

"What are you apologizing to me for? Weren’t you about to call the police and arrest my friend?" Qiao Yutong said coolly, glancing at Song Xiaodong.

"It was my fault, I didn’t know it was you, Director Qiao. If I’d known, I would’ve stayed far, far away!" Li Jingtian bent at the waist, put his hands together, and bowed to Qiao Yutong over and over like she was a Buddha statue.

"Let me ask you, how long have you been buying sex here?" Qiao Yutong asked him.

"Three years, Director Qiao," Li Jingtian replied honestly.

"That’s disgusting."

"Yes, yes, yes, I won’t dare do it again!" Li Jingtian was trembling, cold sweat pouring down.

"I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Get lost," Qiao Yutong frowned and waved him off.

"Director Qiao... you’re just going to let me go like that?" Li Jingtian could hardly believe it.

"What, you don’t want to go?"

"I do, I do!"

"Then why aren’t you rolling out of here?" Song Xiaodong said on her behalf.

"Yes, yes!"

Li Jingtian took off at a trot.

"What a mood killer," Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong.

"It’s not that bad. We were already tired from playing anyway. Just happened to catch a nice little show, what’s wrong with that?" Song Xiaodong consoled her.

"True, fair point," Qiao Yutong nodded.

"Alright, I’m heading back," Qiao Yutong got to her feet.

"Back where?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"Back to the bureau, of course," Qiao Yutong replied.

"Didn’t we already strike a dirty little deal earlier?" Song Xiaodong asked her.

"I was interested at first, but that kid totally ruined the mood," Qiao Yutong said.

"That kid, I really should teach him a good lesson for messing up my good thing!" Song Xiaodong thought to himself, a somewhat disappointed look on his face.

"But..." Seeing his expression, Qiao Yutong couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke.

"But what?"

"Seeing you like that, I’m thinking I could compensate you a bit," Qiao Yutong said.

"How are you going to compensate me?" Song Xiaodong asked curiously.

Qiao Yutong thought for a moment, then asked him, "Your scar treatment, what level are you at now?"

"Not that high. Just about the level of a top plastic surgeon in the country," Song Xiaodong felt he was already being very modest.

"Yeah right, keep bragging," Qiao Yutong said with disdain.

"For real. If you don’t believe me, go take a look at the scars on Yiyi’s back. The color’s changed a bit, sure, but the surface of the skin is smooth and flat. There’s basically no scar," Song Xiaodong said.

"Like I’ve got nothing better to do than stare at your wife’s back," Qiao Yutong pouted.

"What, Director Qiao, you’ve got scars on your body too?" Song Xiaodong asked.

A faint blush suddenly crept onto Qiao Yutong’s face.

"So I really nailed that one, huh?" Song Xiaodong went on.

"I’m a cop, getting hurt and having scars is normal, alright?" Qiao Yutong said seriously.

"True. I can treat them for you. Considering the relationship between us, I can give you a twenty-percent discount," Song Xiaodong nodded and said to her.

"Wow, stingy much. You finally offer me something, and it’s just twenty percent off," Qiao Yutong said.

"Business is business, relationships are relationships. Even between blood brothers you keep the accounts clear. I don’t treat just anybody, you know that. Right now Lin Su’er Hospital probably has over two hundred chickenpox patients waiting for me to prescribe meds. I’m busy as hell every day. Giving you twenty percent off is already pretty generous," Song Xiaodong said shamelessly.

"Whether you can even cure it is another story. I’m not necessarily going to use you. And you’re giving me a twenty-percent discount?" Qiao Yutong snorted and shot him a sidelong glance.

"I can definitely cure it. It’s just that after it’s cured, the color can’t be exactly the same as before. Maybe my father could get it back to perfectly intact, but I can’t do that yet," Song Xiaodong answered honestly.

"I don’t need it exactly the same. As long as the raised part of the scar can be smoothed out, that’s enough," Qiao Yutong’s face reddened again.

"Then that’s absolutely no problem," Song Xiaodong nodded confidently.

"There is a problem," Qiao Yutong said instead.

"Hm? What problem?"

"The problem is me," Qiao Yutong replied.

"What problem do you have?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"I..." Even the tips of Qiao Yutong’s ears turned red.

"The location of the scar is a bit..." She only got halfway.

"Oh..." Song Xiaodong indicated he understood.

"Do you have some kind of scar medicine I can take back and apply myself?" Qiao Yutong came up with an idea.

"That’s not impossible. But..."

"But prescribing meds without even looking at the scar is not really appropriate, because scars differ from each other. The depth of the wound is different, so the meds should be different too," Song Xiaodong said.

"Then forget it, I won’t treat it. I’ll just leave it," hearing that, Qiao Yutong’s eyes dimmed as she spoke to him.

"A patient shouldn’t shy away from a doctor. Let me examine it; it’s not like you’ll lose a piece of flesh," Song Xiaodong said to her.

"No way!" Qiao Yutong pouted again.

"Alright, alright."

"Let me think about it."

As they were chatting, Vice President Zhao called Song Xiaodong: "Hello? Mr. Song?"

"Vice President Zhao, I’m outside right now. I’ll be back at the hospital in a bit."

"Oh, good, good, that’s great. The hospital is almost surrounded by chickenpox patients. Their entire medical-bullying team showed up, covered in big blisters from head to toe, crying and screaming for the hospital to save them. It’s so satisfying to watch!" Vice President Zhao said.

"Mm, just tell them this: I’m not seeing patients today," Song Xiaodong said.

"Huh? Mr. Song, with so many patients, if you don’t see them, won’t it keep spreading and infect even more people? If the outbreak gets out of control, it’ll be serious," Vice President Zhao said to him.

"Don’t worry, Vice President Zhao. If I say that chickenpox won’t spread, then it definitely won’t. If it really did spread and they traced it back, I’d have more than enough heads to get shot off. I know what I’m doing," Song Xiaodong said.

"It really won’t spread?" Vice President Zhao was half convinced, half dubious.

"Of course. I..." Song Xiaodong got halfway through.

"I personally poisoned them myself, how could I not know exactly what’s going on?" He didn’t say the second half out loud.

"Then I’m relieved. I’ll give Director Wu a heads-up too. As for the patients at the hospital, we’ll just leave them to your discretion, Mr. Song. We can’t treat them anyway," Vice President Zhao said.

"Alright, I’m heading over to the hospital now."