Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 71 - 71 71 Takeover
71: Chapter 71 Takeover 71: Chapter 71 Takeover Qin Han’s eyes narrowed subconsciously.
“Whoosh!”
A short sword appeared before him.
The sword was one foot and two inches long, with a handle of five inches and a blade of seven inches, narrow yet exceptionally sharp.
Qin Han said with some surprise, “The Fish Intestine Sword!”
What is the Fish Intestine Sword?
Many people would know.
The Fish Intestine Sword, one of the ancient Top Ten Famous Swords, was crafted by the master swordsmith Ou Yezi for King Yue.
Zhuan Zhu hid the dagger inside a fish’s belly to assassinate King Liao of Wu, hence the name Fish Intestine Sword, known as the sword of utmost bravery.
Qin Han thrust the sword into the ground, and with just a slight effort, the short sword sunk completely into the marble floor.
Pocketing the Fish Intestine Sword, Qin Han wondered if the scruffy man had intentionally given him the sword.
But he had no interactions with him at all, so why would he give him the sword?
Deciding not to ponder it further, he concealed the Fish Intestine Sword at his waist and stepped out of the inner chamber.
Zhang Henian was flipping through medical texts at the consultation desk; Zhang Yalin was dozing off at the medicine cabinet; Yaoyang was furiously copying the Compendium of Materia Medica; and Number 3 was sitting at the door, staring blankly into the distance.
Looking at the harmony within the medical hall, Qin Han felt indescribably at ease.
It would be nice to live like this for a lifetime, but the responsibilities he bore did not permit it.
Seeing Zhang Yalin bored, Qin Han walked over to the medicine cabinet and tapped on the counter.
“What’s up…” said Zhang Yalin languidly.
Qin Han smiled and said, “Go memorize the first thirty prescriptions from the Compendium of Materia Medica.”
“What…
Why should I memorize it?” Zhang Yalin asked, bewildered.
Before Qin Han could speak, Zhang Henian stood up, turned to Zhang Yalin, and said, “If you’re told to memorize, just memorize.
Why all the pointless talk?”
He then sent Qin Han a look of gratitude.
Qin Han nodded and said to Zhang Yalin, “Not just the prescriptions, but also their effects.
I’ll check in three days.
If you can’t recite them, there will be no salary for you this month.”
“What?
Three days?
Why can you deduct my salary?
You…” Zhang Yalin perked up at the mention of her salary being docked, ready to retort, but the stern look from her grandfather made her swallow her words back down.
Zhang Henian knew Qin Han was beginning to teach Zhang Yalin medical skills, and he was deeply grateful.
One day, he would leave this world, and if Zhang Yalin had a skill to rely on, he would rest easy.
Meanwhile, in the boardroom of Song Group.
Song Yuanqiao’s secretary, Zhang Feng, was holding a piece of paper and standing at the front of the conference table, flanked by family shareholders of Song Group.
Zhang Feng glanced at everyone and began, “Now, I will announce a notice from the chairman.”
“In light of Song Yuzhe’s recent performance within the company, his position as the manager of the business department is revoked.
Additionally, due to my personal health reasons requiring hospitalization and rest, the company will be temporarily managed by Song Yuwei, who shall exercise all the chairman’s rights.”
After reading, Zhang Feng placed the document on the table and then said to Song Yuwei, “President Song, please take a seat over here.”
Song Yuwei was somewhat surprised; she had planned to check on the construction progress today upon returning to Song Group, but Zhang Feng called her into the boardroom, saying there was an announcement.
She could understand Song Yuzhe being stripped of his position, but her taking over the company caught her off guard.
“Congratulations, President Song!”
“Congratulations, President Song!”
“Congratulations, President Song!”
The boardroom was filled with people flattering Song Yuwei.
She nodded and said, “I’m only helping my father manage the company for now, so everyone need not be so polite.
We all know that Song Group is in a tough spot right now, but I believe that if we each do our part and work hard at what we’re responsible for, we will surely overcome these difficulties.”
“I don’t agree!” No sooner had Song Yuwei’s voice faded than a voice came from outside the conference room.
Pushing a wheelchair in her hand, Lu Huixi entered the room, and on the wheelchair sat an elderly woman with white hair, none other than the old matriarch of the Song family, the mother of Song Yuanqiao, and the grandmother of Song Yuzhe—Hu Xiangqin.
“Grandma!” Song Yuwei stepped forward to greet her.
Hu Xiangqin didn’t even glance at Song Yuwei, but looked around the room and said, “Don’t call me grandma, I only have one grandson named Yu Zhe.”
Song Yuwei bit her lip and said nothing, silently stepping aside.
Lu Huixi, feeling smug, pushed Hu Xiangqin to the seat previously occupied by Song Yuanqiao, and as she passed by Song Yuwei, she snorted, “Hmph, you’re still too green to try and take over the family assets.”
Upon seeing Hu Xiangqin’s arrival, Zhang Feng hurriedly said, “Ancestor, why have you come?”
“Hmph, if I hadn’t come, the company would have become someone else’s by now,” Hu Xiangqin snorted coldly.
Zhang Feng could only force a smile and said, “Ancestor, this is the decision of the chairman.”
“Using the chairman to pressure me?
Don’t forget he is my son!
If I say no, then it’s no!” Hu Xiangqin cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Feng and continued, “Yu Zhe will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow; let him take over the company.
That’s final.”
After finishing, she gestured for Lu Huixi to push her back.
Zhang Feng smiled, took out a document from his bag, and said:
“Ancestor, before I came here, the chairman had anticipated your arrival, so there’s another document.
It’s about the transfer of 45% of the Song Group’s shares, which were under his name now conditionally transferred to Miss Song Yuwei.
Together with the 10% of shares Miss Song Yuwei already holds, she is now the person with the largest number of shares in the Song Group.”
“So, what you say cannot interfere with the chairman’s decision!”
“What?
Impossible!” Lu Huixi snatched the share transfer contract, looked it over carefully, then tore it to pieces.
“No, how could he do this, I don’t agree!”
Zhang Feng gave Lu Huixi a sidelong glance and calmly said, “Madam, that was a copy.
Tearing it up is pointless.”
“You… you’re just a dog of the Song family, how dare you speak to me like that, get out!
You’re fired!” Lu Huixi pointed at Zhang Feng’s nose and cursed furiously.
Knowing the formidable nature of Mrs.
Song, Zhang Feng simply stopped talking.
He was Song Yuanqiao’s secretary, not Lu Huixi’s secretary, and saw no need to argue with her.
Ding-a-ling!
The ringing of a telephone sounded, and Zhang Feng took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button.
“Chairman, yes, okay, please hold on a moment!” After speaking, Zhang Feng set the call to speakerphone and placed it on the table.
“Mom, please don’t cause a scene at the company.
I’ve already made my decision.
Moreover, from now on, Song Yu will be in charge of the Song Group.
You actually knew about the incident back then but pretended not to know.
I’ve always listened to you for the sake of the Song family, but now I want to be myself.”
“Lu Huixi, if you want this family to stay together, then come back home immediately.
Stop causing trouble in the company.”
Then, a beep sounded through the phone— it had been hung up.
Everyone in the meeting room looked at the old matriarch of the Song family, as if waiting for her to speak.
Even though Song Yuanqiao was the chairman of the company, Hu Xiangqin’s position in the Song family was still important.
“Huixi, take me back,” Hu Xiangqin said, her face suddenly losing its vitality, as if all her years of energy had drained away in an instant.
Hearing Hu Xiangqin’s words, Lu Huixi unwillingly said, “But, mom…”
“No more words, let’s go!”
With a resentful glance at Song Yuwei, Lu Huixi pushed the old matriarch of the Song family out of the meeting room.