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Clarence frowned. âPeony, youâre a doctor yourself. Itâs alright if you donât want to save him, but why are you making sarcastic remarks?â
Peony exploded with anger when she heard Clarence calling her by her first name. âYou loser, what did you just call me?
âHow dare you call me by my name? Iâm your elder.
âEven if you and Miranda are divorced, do you have to be so rude?â
Armstrong snapped, his hands clasped behind his back, âDidnât your family teach you to respect your elders?â
Peony sneered. âDear, he doesnât have any family. The little loser grew up in an orphanage.
âHe had no parents. A good upbringing was a luxury not afforded to him.â
An old woman could not stand Peonyâs behavior. âYouâre so old. Why canât you keep your mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say?
âWhy get his parents involved?â
âAm I wrong? How dare he help the man up? What if the manâs a fraud? He wouldnât have the money to pay up, not even if he went bankrupt! Heâs just a fool,â Peony retorted stubbornly.
âHeâs just being kind. Why call him a fool?â
The same old man who had just told Clarence off chimed in and chided Peony.
âYouâve lost your conscience, and you wonât even let the boy save someone?
âWeâre afraid to save him, but since the boy volunteered himself, we canât criticize him like what youâre doing.
âWhy are you two worse than children?â
Peonyâs face was bright red with anger when she heard what everyone had to say. âUnbelievable. This is unbelievable.
âHow dare you defend this little loser? What spell has he put you under?â
Just then, a young married couple broke through the crowd and rushed towards the old man lying on the ground.
âDad!â
âDad, whatâs come over you?â
It turned out that the old manâs son and daughter-in-law had just arrived.
Clarence shook his head. âItâs food poisoning and a partial stroke.
âBut itâs not too big of an issue. I can save him.â
Clarence spoke indifferently.
The married couple sighed in relief and hurriedly said, âLittle Brother, please save my father. Iâll give you one hundred thousand dollars!â
Peony scoffed. âYouâre asking him to save your dad? You might as well ask monks to teach you how to comb your hair.â
âWhat do you mean?â The couple glared at Peony.
Peony gloated. âDo you know who he is?
âHe used to be my son-in-law. Heâs lazy and always loafing around.
âHe learned his medical skills from TV.
âIâm a certified doctor in alternative medicine. I can tell with just a glance that this old man is suffering from a stroke.
âHaving a stroke at his age is practically a death sentence. If you let Clarence treat your dad, heâs dead meat!â
âHuh?â The couple sat down on the ground in fear. âWhat should we do, then?â
The manâs wife looked at Peony nervously. âAre you really a doctor, maâam?â
âOf course.â
Peony haughtily took her medical license out of her pocket and waved it around for everyone to see. âSee this?
âThis is my medical license, which has the stamp of the Alternative Medicine Association. Not to mention that Iâm their honorary associate professor!â
Everyone stood on their tiptoes to see, and they indeed saw several stamps on Peonyâs medical license.
âSheâs really an associate professor!â
âSo sheâs an associate professor!â
âI wonder if itâs just a nominal title? There are too many such professors and associate professors in this country. Theyâre all unworthy of their title.â
They spoke among themselves, some shaking their heads.
The young married couple grabbed Peony and pleaded, âDr. Wanda, please save my dad.â
âI can save him, but this boy irritates me. Ask him to f*ck off.â Peony pointed her finger at Clarence with an imperious look on her face.
The manâs wife rushed over to Clarence and gave him a shove. âGo away.
âDo you call what you have medical skills? How dare you treat people with what youâve learned off TV. F*ck off!â
âGo away!â The man also yelled at Clarence.
Peony had taken out her medical license to prove that she was a doctor.
Clarence had only learned alternative medicine from TV. How dare he save people in public?
Was it not nonsense?
They did not want to risk their own fatherâs life.
Clarence stepped back with a frosty expression.âPeony, heâs not just having a stroke, but he also has food poisoning. Youâre going to kill him if you treat him the old-fashioned way.
âYou can only...â
Before Clarence could finish, Peony interrupted him. She seemed amused. âShut up!â
âLittle loser, do I need you to tell me how to diagnose him?
âBesides, have you examined him yet? How do you know he had food poisoning?
âIs it just because of what youâve said? I think heâs only having a stroke.
âWith your medical skills, you think he has food poisoning?â
With that said, she looked at the married couple again. âI wonât save your dad unless he f*cks off.â
Then, she looked at Clarence with an amused expression.
The man rushed up to Clarence with red eyes, looking like he was ready to kill. âWhat are you still doing here?
âGo away!
âIâll kill you if my father dies.â
Clarence sighed quietly and silently withdrew from the crowd.
Peony laughed contemptuously, âLittle loser, how dare you challenge me?â
The manâs wife pleaded to Peony, âDr. Wanda, hurry up and save him.â
âOkay, okay. Iâll save him. Iâll save him.â
Peony nodded and slowly walked toward the old man lying on the ground. The onlookers around them dared not speak.
âThereâs no time, and a life is at stake, yet youâre walking over slowly?â
âDo you think this is a runway show?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
With everyone watching, Peony walked up to the old man and took a bag of silver needles out of her pocket. âWhat are you two doing standing there? Help me turn him over.â
âOkay.â
The married couple dared not waste time, and they quickly turned the old man over to let him lay flat on the ground.
âHow dirty. Why does he not value cleanliness?â
Frowning, Peony undressed the old man and began to insert needles into his stomach, cervical spine, and head.
âDr. Wanda, Iâm sorry. My dad has mild dementia, so...â The woman rubbed her hands together as she explained sheepishly.
âAlright, alright, got it. Stop talking.â Peony waved her hand impatiently.
After inserting two needles in succession, the old man suddenly trembled violently. His face turned red, and he spat out some foam.
He straightened out his body and stopped breathing.
Everyone present exploded in an uproar.
âShe killed him. The doctor killed him!â Several old women let out shrill cries.
âHeâs really dead!â
âWhat should we do? Letâs call the police!â
âYes, yes, yes. Hurry and call the police!â
The crowd of onlookers nodded, and the park was in turmoil.
âDad!â
The married couple turned pale with fright as they ceaselessly shook the old manâs body. âDad, donât frighten me.
âIâm your son. Whatâs come over you? Wake up!â
Peonyâs expression changed slightly, but she immediately disassociated herself from it. âItâs got nothing to do with me.
âI didnât kill your father!â