Perspective Medical Genius Young Master
Chapter 870 - 872: Persistent Ghost
CHAPTER 870: CHAPTER 872: PERSISTENT GHOST
"Aren’t you a doctor? Doctors are supposed to treat patients. Now I’m sick, and you’re begrudging me because of past matters and refusing to treat me. Can you live with your conscience?" Zheng Peng started to shout loudly in the office. His voice was so loud that the patients outside could hear him.
"No, what are you shouting for? Can’t you see I have so many patients here? Everything has to be done in order. How do you think others will see you if you cut in line just like that?" Xiao Yifei retorted unceremoniously.
"Exactly, how could someone be so uncivilized? We all queued up after registering with great effort. Why do you think you’re special, even yelling like this?" The other patients in line heard the argument and began to attack Zheng Peng verbally.
They were furious about this queue jumping because they’d rushed over early in the morning to secure their places, and they couldn’t allow anyone to simply cut in line.
Despite the situation, Zheng Peng had no intention of leaving the office. From his expression, it seemed he was determined to stay. Xiao Yifei closed the office door, knowing that it wouldn’t be good for either him or the hospital if word of this incident spread.
Xiao Yifei was already in a bad mood because there were so many patients today, and with Zheng Peng’s antics, he was barely holding back his anger. He thought Zheng Peng would leave before he exploded, not expecting him to still stand there.
"How shameless can you be? Just look at yourself, dreaming that I’d treat you? Don’t you think you’re acting like a clown? You tried multiple times to harm me, and here I am, perfectly fine, but you’re the one who lost his job and ended up like this." Xiao Yifei couldn’t remember the last time he was this angry.
Sun Xingyao was sitting idly in the office and heard the commotion outside. He went to take a look and realized all the noise was coming from Xiao Yifei’s office. He couldn’t believe Xiao Yifei could get this angry. Who had provoked him?
He gently pushed the door, found it unlocked, and walked in, seeing Zheng Peng there. He recalled that he hadn’t seen Zheng Peng since he was last treated by Xiao Yifei.
"Zheng Peng, why are you back? Do you really think the hospital is your home?" Sun Xingyao’s tone was sarcastic. He thought Zheng Peng was utterly foolish; these schemes were clearly not his forte, yet he insisted on meddling every time.
"Director Sun, I’m here for treatment. My previous condition relapsed, but Dr. Xiao won’t see me. Did I do something wrong?" Zheng Peng, though aware of Sun Xingyao’s mocking tone, still said this.
"I don’t think Dr. Xiao is such a person. Is there some misunderstanding between you two?" Sun Xingyao asked, pretending to know nothing.
Since Sun Xingyao had come in, Xiao Yifei hadn’t spoken a word. He wanted to see what kind of play these two would put on together.
Although his relationship with Sun Xingyao had improved and appeared harmonious to others, only the two of them knew that this harmony was merely on the surface. As adults, they were both acutely aware of this reality.
"Dr. Xiao, since Zheng Peng wants to see a doctor, why don’t you treat him?" Sun Xingyao said again.
"He just barges in out of nowhere and thinks the hospital is his home? Can’t he see all the patients I have here? Yet he insists on making a scene." Xiao Yifei finally spoke up.
"Well, Zheng Peng, why don’t we step outside and get in line for treatment? You see, Dr. Xiao is really busy right now, and all the patients outside are here to see him." Sun Xingyao said to calm the situation, placing a hand on Zheng Peng’s shoulder and leading him out of the office.
Zheng Peng reluctantly left the office, feeling wronged. It was originally Sun Xingyao who wanted to oust Xiao Yifei, yet now he himself was kicked out of the hospital, while Xiao Yifei and Sun Xingyao seemed to be as close as brothers.
"Director Sun, I didn’t expect you to be like this. Are you really content to live in Xiao Yifei’s shadow for the rest of your life? You weren’t thinking that way before." Zheng Peng said angrily.
"Zheng Peng, it’s not like I have a choice. Xiao Yifei is in the spotlight, so even if I dislike him, what can I do? Moreover, you’ve already left; I’m alone and powerless to do anything!" Sun Xingyao, upon seeing Zheng Peng, formed a meticulous and sinister plan in his mind.
"What if I’m willing to help you? Together, we can drive Xiao Yifei out of the hospital. I lost my job here because of him, and my brother turned against me because of him. I have to get my revenge." Hearing Sun Xingyao’s words, a flicker of hope reignited in Zheng Peng’s heart.
Sun Xingyao calculated that while Zheng Peng was foolish, his involvement was all that was needed for this plan to work. The rest could be handled by himself, and hopefully, no significant issues would arise.
So Sun Xingyao said to Zheng Peng, "If you’re willing to trust me, I’ll help you with this revenge."
"Director Sun, stop pretending you’re helping me. You’re worried that Xiao Yifei might take your position, that’s why you’re doing this, right? Well, since you’re willing to help, I’ll work with you." Zheng Peng and Sun Xingyao reached an agreement in his office.
However, Sun Xingyao didn’t tell Zheng Peng the specifics of how they’d proceed, still thinking Zheng Peng wasn’t trustworthy. He only told Zheng Peng that as long as he was there, everything else would be handled by him.
But later, after thinking it over, he decided there might be a better way. So he called Zheng Peng. Zheng Peng was at a roadside stall, eating skewers and drinking beer, still fuming over the day’s events. His trust in Sun Xingyao was even lower now.
Seeing it was a call from Sun Xingyao, he didn’t answer until the call disconnected automatically. He continued to drink his beer, but then the phone rang again: "Hello, what’s the matter?"
"Zheng Peng, where are you? I have important things to discuss with you." Sun Xingyao sounded anxious.
"I’m eating at West Street. Why don’t you come over?" Zheng Peng seemed a bit drunk already.
"At this hour? Is it lunch or dinner you’re having? Alright, I’ll come find you." Sun Xingyao thought for a moment and decided to go to Zheng Peng.
West Street was a place Sun Xingyao had visited several times. It was full of small vendors. The restaurants might not be the cleanest, but the food was undoubtedly first-rate, and many young people loved eating there.
Following Zheng Peng’s directions, Sun Xingyao found him at a small stall. Zheng Peng had already had quite a bit to drink.
"What are you doing? Why did you get so drunk?" Sun Xingyao asked. They had parted ways in the morning, and he was fine then, but now he was visibly intoxicated.