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Tiantian quickly ran to fetch the emergency kit on the flight and handed it to Xia Rou.
But such a severe acute condition like a brain hemorrhage is not something a small emergency kit can alleviate.
Xia Rou wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling a bit helpless. "I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, not a specialist in cardiovascular or cerebrovascular diseases. Plus, there's no proper treatment setup on the plane. I think it's better to contact the nearest airport and arrange for an emergency landing to seek medical assistance."
"Alright!" Tiantian nodded and prepared to report to the captain.
"No need." Yan Xiaobao suddenly spoke. "In no more than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he'll be dead."
"What did you just say?!" The middle-aged man with glasses was enraged, yelling at Yan Xiaobao, "What do you mean by that?"
"Are you stupid?" Yan Xiaobao looked at the bespectacled middle-aged man as if he were an idiot. "I said he's about to die. Isn't that simple enough to understand?"
"You… You're talking nonsense!" The glasses-wearing man was livid. "I don't know you, we have no conflict, so why are you cursing my father to die?"
If Yan Xiaobao hadn't just subdued four armed hijackers minutes earlier, clearly proving himself a formidable character, the middle-aged man would have probably tried to hit him.
"You're out of your mind." Yan Xiaobao said with clear displeasure. "I'm just stating he's about to die. I'm not hoping for it to happen faster. How is that cursing him?"
"Sir, please calm down. Now's not the time to argue." Tiantian tried to pacify the middle-aged man. She herself hadn't noticed that, unknowingly, she had already started leaning toward Yan Xiaobao's side in this matter.
"How do you know he's about to die?" Xia Rou asked, puzzled while looking at Yan Xiaobao. "Are you a doctor?"
"Me?" Yan Xiaobao pointed proudly to his nose and grinned widely. "To be precise, I'm a Divine Doctor."
"Divine Doctor?" Xia Rou frowned slightly.
What kind of era is this? Even traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes scientific methods now. Who can possibly call themselves a Divine Doctor?
Except for the legend from eighteen years ago—the Medical God Hua Mingyuan, who once single-handedly resolved the global Arthas virus crisis—a figure globally recognized as the sole individual worthy of the title "Divine."
"You don't believe me?" Yan Xiaobao gestured toward the unconscious elderly man. "I can cure him in no time at all and show you what I mean."
"Really?" The bespectacled middle-aged man disregarded his earlier frustrations and urgently pleaded, "L-little Divine Doctor, I'm begging you, please save my father…"
"Why should I save your father?" Yan Xiaobao replied irritably, looking at the middle-aged man. "Your father isn't a beauty, and neither are you. Why should I bother saving him?"
"Uh…" Everyone around froze in bewilderment.
Saving someone… What does that have to do with beauty?
"I… I…" The bespectacled man stammered for a long time, unable to come up with a retort to Yan Xiaobao's bizarre reasoning.
Who in the world has ever seen someone operate like this…
"I can give you enough compensation—no matter how much money you want, I'll find a way to gather it!" The middle-aged man, clearly devoted to his father, was willing to give everything for his treatment.
Everyone initially assumed this must be the cue Yan Xiaobao was waiting for, but even Tiantian started feeling uncomfortable about this turn of events.
Earlier, Yan Xiaobao had dealt with the hijackers and saved everyone, vaguely earning the image of a heroic figure in her heart. But if he was using the man's father's life to extort money for profit, then his character would truly be questionable...
"Money? What would I even do with money?" Yan Xiaobao seemed completely baffled by the suggestion of compensation from the bespectacled man.
His reaction caught everyone off guard.
Money? What's the use of it?
Is there really anyone in this world who thinks money is useless…?
If he wasn't after money, then why was he refusing to help the dying old man?
Xia Rou contemplated for a moment, then gently persuaded, "An emulating doctor's compassion is like that of a parent. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-layered pagoda. Since you don't care about compensation, why not do a good deed and save the elderly man?"
"Compassion like a parent?" Yan Xiaobao replied with evident disdain. "I don't want to become other people's parents. Kids are way too much trouble."
"Then what exactly do you want?" The middle-aged man became desperate.
"I want a beautiful wife." Yan Xiaobao's gaze became "mischievous" as he looked at Xia Rou. "Doctor sister, you're quite pretty. If I cure this old man for you, will you marry me?"
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Everyone was now completely flabbergasted.
This guy… speechless doesn't even begin to describe him.
He had just moments ago desperately pursued the pretty flight attendant Tiantian, even stealing a passionate kiss. And now, within a mere few minutes, he… was already shifting targets to the beautiful doctor Xia Rou, proposing marriage again...
What does this mean?
What kind of behavior is this?
Does he think wives can be acquired wholesale?
Tiantian blushed furiously out of a mix of embarrassment and anger, her face alternating between shades of red and white.
This detestable rascal was simply too much. She had seen heartless flirts before, but this was beyond anything imaginable. Not only had he shamelessly stolen her first kiss earlier, but now he was openly pursuing another woman right in front of her and all the other passengers!
Utterly unbearable!
Xia Rou examined Yan Xiaobao thoroughly, noting that even after spewing such "outrageous and shameless" remarks, his expression remained relaxed and natural. His eyes gleamed with an unexpectedly clear and transparent look, as if what he had just said was the most justifiable thing in the world, and he didn't find anything wrong with it.
This man's way of thinking was completely different from ordinary people—oddly peculiar, as though disconnected from modern society...
There wasn't time to dwell on this strangeness. The priority was saving this dying patient.
After briefly pondering, Xia Rou decided to placate Yan Xiaobao first—to save the man and then deal with everything else later. "Treat him first. We can discuss other matters later."
"No way." Yan Xiaobao shook his head vigorously and refused outright. "Heavenly Sister said the prettier a girl is, the more likely she is to trick people. So, you'll have to promise to be my wife first."
This man sometimes lacked sense, but when he dug in, he was truly unyielding—a tough nut to crack. Xia Rou resigned herself to negotiating with him. "If you can save him first, and then also treat my household's patient, I'll agree to it."
Xia Rou had a younger sister, Xia Yan, who at age eight suffered a sudden illness that turned her into a vegetative state. For ten years, she had been confined to a bed without any consciousness. Despite trying all major hospitals and fervently studying acupuncture herself, Xia Rou had failed to find any remedy.
"Alright, deal! If I cure this old man and your family's patient, then you and Sister Tiantian will both have to marry me." Yan Xiaobao grinned with great delight.
"Deal." Xia Rou nodded.
She proposed this condition with no actual belief that Yan Xiaobao could cure her sister. It was simply a "legitimate excuse" to politely reject his inappropriate demands.
Nearby, Tiantian furrowed her brows in frustration, growing increasingly enraged.
What did he mean, "marry me like Sister Tiantian"? How could anyone marry two wives at the same time?
This was absurd!
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