MM Racing Chapter 180 After the Heavy Blow
Chapter 180 After the Heavy Blow
After leaving the courtyard, Chen Mu rode his bike for a distance and suddenly saw Yi Zhonghai walking back with half a pound of meat in one hand. Yi Zhonghai had been waiting in line in front of Chaoyang Vegetable Market since early morning, and it was only then that he bought the meat he had been longing for.
Yi Zhonghai, who also saw Chen Mu, asked, "Why are you here?" His tone was full of confusion.
"Oh, isn't this Master Yi! He came out early in the morning to buy meat. You've been having a good life lately." Chen Mu smiled.
Yi Zhonghai did not respond to Chen Mu's words, but instead tried to probe: "I heard that you and your wife moved out?"
"There's no other way. My wife, He Yurun, is pregnant. Of course she needs a more comfortable environment. There are too many messy things in the yard, and it's not a good thing to be on guard against bad guys every day. Is there any problem with this?" Chen Mu explained with some pride on his face.
Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai was secretly unhappy: How long have they been married, and He Yurun is pregnant? He really wanted to do something while the couple was still in the yard. After all, he has always been childless, and the joy of others giving birth makes him particularly jealous.
Chen Mu continued, "Oh, by the way, Qin Huairu is pregnant again, which shows that Master Yi is still very skilled. As for you, you should thank me for the birth of your child. If I hadn't cured your illness, I'm afraid you would never have a child in your life."
Yi Zhonghai was filled with anger but he didn't say it out loud. He just said dryly, "Then I wish you good luck." However, he secretly swore in his heart that it was time to settle this old account. How could he let go of the 3,000 yuan medical expense?
Then Yi Zhonghai changed the subject: "Since you don't live in the yard anymore, it's a pity to leave so many empty rooms. I think we might as well discuss it and exchange it for the house in your yard? What do you think?"
"Haha, you are going back to your old ways, right, Yi Zhonghai?" Chen Mu sneered in response, "Would you be happy to have someone take your place as your wife?"
"You..." Yi Zhonghai was furious: This guy had stolen three thousand dollars from him, and now he dares to mention it?
Ignoring Yi Zhonghai's questioning, Chen Mu got on his bicycle and drove to Nanluoguxiang.
Facing Chen Mu's receding figure, Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, but he was unable to get any useful information out of him, nor did he know where this guy's new residence was.
But it is obviously impossible to take someone else's house by force.
Walking down the street, turning into the entrance of an alley, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt something was wrong, as if he was being stared at. Could it be that Chen Mu was causing trouble? However, he remembered that Chen Mu was still in front of him, riding his bike, which seemed a little inconsistent.
He saw the blue bricks placed at the entrance of the alley, and suddenly had an idea. He took a brick and hid it under the pork. He was alert and kept an eye on the movement behind him.
Suddenly, a dark figure rushed out from the street corner behind him, holding a sharp knife in his hand. Seeing this scene, Yi Zhonghai was instantly horrified and ran in the opposite direction.
Qin Xianglin, with disheveled hair, had not expected that his whereabouts would be discovered, but since this was the case, he had nothing to fear. He quickly approached Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai was old, so how could he match Qin Xianglin's speed and ferocity? At that moment, Yi Zhonghai threw the brick in his hand at the opponent, trying to create obstacles. Qin Xianglin hurriedly blocked it, and Yi Zhonghai took this opportunity to hit the opponent's forehead with a brick.
As a skilled old worker in the steel plant, he was still confident in his aim. The two sides were only two steps away from each other, and at this moment, the battle of fate broke out instantly.
The brick hit Qin Xianglin's forehead mercilessly, and he immediately became dizzy. Yi Zhonghai noticed this sudden situation, quickly grabbed the pork on the ground, and ran away from the scene.
Qin Xianglin fainted at the entrance of the alley, blood dripping from his forehead, looking particularly scary. A passing police officer happened to see this scene and found a knife next to him, and his brows furrowed.
"First, detain the suspect and send him to the hospital. This guy doesn't look very kind," the policeman ordered.
"Okay, got it." Another policeman immediately cooperated, put a handcuff on the unconscious Qin Xianglin, and then sent him to the hospital.
Yi Zhonghai ran to the gate of No. 95, gasping for breath, as if he was trying his best to breathe.
Qin Huairu, who was in the backyard, saw Yi Zhonghai coming back and suddenly became suspicious. She wondered if the murderer Qin Xianglin had messed up. She immediately came over and asked with concern: "Zhonghai, what happened? Why are you breathing so hard?"
"Oh, don't mention it. I met a robber on the road. Fortunately, I was quick-witted and snatched a brick from his hand and escaped." Yi Zhonghai said with a sigh of relief.
"Robber? Is the security outside so bad now?" Qin Huairu asked in surprise, "Where is the robber?"
"I don't know, I don't know how to deal with it..." Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt something strange and didn't understand why Qin Huairu cared about this.
"That's not what I meant." Qin Huairu explained quickly, "I said, you should report this kind of thing to the police so that they can handle it."
She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai did not seem to realize that the attacker was her lover Qin Xianglin. Their entanglement was a secret in her heart, and she would definitely not let Yi Zhonghai know.
"I was just protecting myself and didn't think much about it." Yi Zhonghai said this in a rather aggressive tone and walked towards the house, leaving Qin Huairu alone to think and secretly feel angry. This guy is so lucky, and Qin Xianglin, that beast, is also incapable of getting rid of Yi Zhonghai.
When Chen Mu walked into the clinic, he found He Hongling alone reading a book. He walked up to her and asked, "Hongling, what are you doing here?"
"Brother, you're here! I'm reading the music score I brought from home." He Hongling responded happily.
"Are you still practicing the violin?" Chen Mu asked.
"Well, secretly, because few people come here recently." He Hongling shook her head. She really liked "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" that Chen Mu taught her last time.
He Hongling was delighted to hear that a new piece of music was going to be taught. The piece of music was so beautiful that she could never forget it.
"Wait a moment." Chen Mu entered the room and appeared a little later with a violin. This was made in his spare time, with superb skills, even surpassing the works of many masters.
Chen Mu has a variety of musical instruments, and he is very skilled in each of them. His superb skills make He Hongling's heart flutter when she sees the exquisite violin in front of her. It is indeed more beautiful than the collection at home.
As the elegant piano music echoed in the clinic and then dissipated silently, the sad yet beautiful melody made everyone who heard it deeply intoxicated with emotion.
A car drove to the door and stopped. The people who got out of the car were also attracted by the music and walked into the clinic quietly so as not to disturb the rare beauty of the quiet music. When the song ended, the applause echoed enthusiastically.
Chen Mu then looked at the two newcomers. They were both middle-aged men and looked like followers. The older man looked a little tired and his hair had become much thinner.
"Young man, your performance is amazing. I have never heard of this piece of music before. What is its name?" asked the older middle-aged man.
"This is an original piece of work and has not been named yet. Well... let's call it 'Streets in the Wind'." Chen Mu replied.
He Hongling silently read, Chen Muge's work is really beautiful and moving, I really hope to learn it soon. However, the patient suddenly came to visit, so she decided to talk about it later.
"The name 'Street in the Wind' is indeed appropriate. It gives people a sense of tranquility and loneliness, as if the feeling is disappearing in the wind. Young man, are you a musician?" asked the middle-aged man.
Chen Mu smiled and said, "Music is just my hobby. Actually, I am a doctor. Sir, your visit should be for medical treatment."
“Hey, I just came to try my luck, I didn’t expect the young doctor to be so outstanding.” The older man said with a smile.
"Please put your hand on the pulse pillow." Chen Mu said.
The old man sat down and placed his hand on the pulse pillow, and Chen Mu made a light diagnosis.
After a long while, he released his hand and said, "This is a patient with acute leukemia. He has already developed an immune rejection reaction after the third chemotherapy. If we follow the conventional method, his life span will not exceed one month."
Everyone was stunned and shocked.
The middle-aged man asked hurriedly: "Is it so clear just by listening to the palm diagnosis?"
"Of course, this is basic medical skills." Chen Mu replied.
"So, is there any hope that my disease can be cured?" the man asked.
"There is hope, but the cost is three thousand yuan." Chen Mu replied.
“Is it so expensive? Young man, please don’t ask for an exorbitant price.” The younger middle-aged man interrupted.
"This is a fair price, no cheating. How can life not be worth this amount of money? Logically speaking, your three rounds of chemotherapy, the imported drugs alone have cost nearly 5,000 yuan. Of course, this does not include other hospitalization expenses." Chen Mu explained patiently.
After listening to them, they all admitted that the medical expenses were indeed very expensive. Although the treatment costs were mainly supported by the government, it did cost a lot. And now the hospital can't provide more effective treatment options. He once mentioned that he only had one month left to live, and even more treatments would be useless.
"Can my disease really be cured?" The middle-aged patient looked at Chen Mu and asked.
"It can't be cured, but this store and its reputation are here. If you can't trust it, just destroy it. Is the trust between people so thin in today's society?" Chen Mu said.
“I choose to trust you.” The man said, “Xiao Zhang, give the doctor money.”
The subordinate named Xiao Zhang quickly took out 3,000 yuan from his wallet and put it on the table. Chen Mu gave it to He Hongling and asked her to keep the account.
He Hongling was surprised again: another three thousand yuan!
Brother Chen Mu's speed of making money...is really amazing.
"Please come in and I'll give you acupuncture treatment first." Chen Mu suggested.
The elderly patient stood up immediately, and others hurriedly assisted him to walk to the cubicle and let him lie down on the bed.
Chen Mu took out the silver needles, disinfected them, and then inserted nineteen needles into his body in succession.
The moment the needle went in, the patient felt so refreshed that he could hardly hold back a sound. Then, he felt as if his bones were being reborn in the heat, like dead grass suddenly coming to life.
About ten minutes later, Chen Mu pulled out the silver needle and asked, "How do you feel now?"
"It's great. I've never felt so good before. What's going on with me now?" the patient asked.
"Leukemia is essentially a damage to the hematopoietic function of the bone marrow. I just used silver needles to activate some of the stem cells, which is like rekindling a fire. All you need to do next is take the medicine I prescribed for a month, and your body will gradually recover. Remember to come back in a month, preferably on weekends, because I may not be here every day."