Chapter 53: Revised - 53 Snake Strung Sores - My Silly, Sweet Wife - NovelsTime

My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 53: Revised - 53 Snake Strung Sores

Author: Bu Fei
updatedAt: 2025-09-16

CHAPTER 53: REVISED: CHAPTER 53 SNAKE STRUNG SORES

Ye Guichen pointed at Zhou Hongyi while speaking: "Especially you, it truly is like father, like daughter. Neither of you are good people. Anyone with eyes can see that you swindle money without doing any work. Heh, if we’re talking about swindlers, you are the real, genuine swindler!"

"You..." Zhou Hongyi was exposed by Ye Guichen in one sentence, so angry that his lungs were about to explode, his face turned red: "You little bastard, if you don’t have evidence, don’t spew nonsense here!"

"Also, if you don’t have the ability, don’t pretend to be something you’re not! It’s still not too late to admit you’re a swindler, otherwise, be careful I take you to court and make you rot in jail for life."

"Haha, haha, Vice Dean Zhou, what a grand display of power!" Ye Guichen laughed heartily, then narrowed his eyes, "Zhou Hongyi, I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes."

With that, he stood up: "Since there’s nothing here to do, I’ll take my leave first."

How could Zhou Hongyi let Ye Guichen leave?

This was a prime opportunity to strike at Ye Guichen. He swiftly blocked Ye Guichen: "Kid, are you scared?"

Ye Guichen glanced sideways at Zhou Hongyi: "What kind of thing are you, that would make me scared?"

"You..." Zhou Hongyi never expected Ye Guichen to be so brazen.

But for some reason, at the moment he locked eyes with Ye Guichen, Zhou Hongyi felt a strange sense of panic.

Gathering himself, he quickly averted his gaze and said through gritted teeth: "Kid, didn’t you say I take money from people? Fine, let’s make a bet. If you can cure the snake ulcer, I’ll admit I take money from people and voluntarily resign, never to set foot in the medical field again. Otherwise, you will admit publicly that you deceived Professor John and kneel before me and my daughter to apologize!"

Ye Guichen chuckled.

This Zhou Hongyi is really betting heavily.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Guichen said indifferently: "Are you sure you want to make this bet with me?"

Zhou Hongyi gritted his teeth: "I’m sure!"

Secretly cursing in his heart: Kid, you really think you’re some Divine Doctor. Even Professor John’s teacher was helpless against the snake ulcer, and you think you can cure it, you’re simply daydreaming.

Ye Guichen saw through Zhou Hongyi’s thoughts, laughed loudly: "Haha, alright, since our Vice Dean Zhou wants to play, I’ll play with you."

Then he glanced at the silent Li Ruoxuan: "Bring me the silver needles."

Li Ruoxuan’s eyes flickered.

Although she didn’t really believe Ye Guichen could cure the snake ulcer, seeing Ye Guichen’s calm demeanor, she felt a strange sense of anticipation.

She responded and quickly fetched the silver needles she’d prepared earlier.

Ever since she saw Ye Guichen use silver needles to cure Li Bao last night, Li Ruoxuan became interested in the silver needle therapy, and specially bought a set of high-quality silver needles.

The VIP lounge quickly made space.

Wu Caijun lay uneasily on the makeshift table.

"Uh, will, will it work?" Wu Caijun asked Ye Guichen nervously, trembling.

Ye Guichen smiled and reassured him: "Don’t worry, not only will I cure your disease, I’ll also recover the dirty money they took from you."

Since seeing Wu Caijun rush in, Ye Guichen pretty much figured out what happened.

No doubt, Zhou Hongyi had been avoiding Wu Caijun, and with nowhere else to turn, Wu Caijun had no choice but to burst in.

Seeing Ye Guichen’s confident smile and eyes, Wu Caijun felt strangely reassured, nodded heavily: "Thank you."

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, as if entrusting his life and death to Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen had people strip Wu Caijun’s clothes, leaving only his underwear.

When they saw that almost eighty percent of Wu Caijun’s body was covered in ulcers, someone finally couldn’t help but vomit.

Fortunately, most of those present were doctors, and were sufficiently accustomed to such nauseating scenes, preventing the VIP lounge from falling into complete chaos.

Ye Guichen took a deep breath, pinched a silver needle, and swiftly inserted it into Wu Caijun’s Juque Acupoint: "It might get a bit itchy soon, bear with it."

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