Under Mu Jinyu's constant urging, the taxi driver sped up quite a bit, and in no more than an estimated fifteen minutes, they arrived at a small clinic where Mei Yinxue and the others were currently located.
Yes, it was a small clinic, not some big hospital.
Mu Jinyu guessed that it must have been because they had gunshot wounds or something similar which prevented them from going to a large hospital for treatment, forcing them to stay at a small clinic instead.
After paying the fare, Mu Jinyu got out of the car, not even minding the money he had unexpectedly had to shell out, and hurried into the clinic.
"Stop there!"
"What are you doing, halt!"
Mu Jinyu had just reached the entrance when several large men in suits, seeing him charging over like a headless fly, changed their expressions, raised the swing sticks and rebar in their hands, and began threatening him to stop his approach.
Wearing a plain white long dress, without makeup or jewelry, Mei Yinxue still appeared absolutely stunning. She anxiously awaited Mu Jinyu's arrival at the door and, upon seeing him, joy immediately spread across her face.
When she heard her subordinates shouting, her expression changed slightly, fearing their actions would irritate Mu Jinyu and cause him to leave in disgust. She kicked them one by one, sending them sprawling, and scolded, "What are you all yelling about? This is Doctor Mu. Next time, keep your eyes peeled and treat him as you would me!"
"Yes!" The men who had fallen didn't show any displeasure and respectfully agreed.
Afterward, they looked up at the approaching Mu Jinyu and apologized continuously, "Divine Doctor Mu, sorry, we did not recognize you and shouted rudely at you. Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart; even if you want to punish us, please save Brother Biao first. We won't run away; we will stay right here waiting for your decision!"
Mu Jinyu didn't bother with their nonsensical talk and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's fine, you were just worried about an enemy attack, weren't you? I won't blame you. Just be more careful next time."
Having said that, he turned to Mei Yinxue and said, "Come on, let's go see Ah-Biao."
Upon seeing Mu Jinyu, the anxiety and panic in Mei Yinxue's eyes had dissipated considerably, clearly trusting Mu Jinyu's medical skills immensely. She then raised her hand to invite him, saying, "Okay, thank you for your righteous intervention. I will remember this great kindness forever."
Mu Jinyu followed Mei Yinxue into the clinic.
The clinic was not large; at the moment, the hallway and rooms were filled with dozens of people, each severely injured. The more critically wounded were lying on hospital beds, emitting faint moans.
As Mu Jinyu walked by, he noticed the look in Mei Yinxue's eyes when she saw them—filled with guilt, frustration, and struggle. Her lips moved slightly a few times, but ultimately, she remained silent.
Mu Jinyu guessed that she probably wanted him to help them too, but perhaps fearing his temperamental nature, she dared not speak up and had to suppress her guilt, focusing instead on getting him to treat someone more important to her, Ah-Biao.
Seeing this, Mu Jinyu sighed to himself slightly. Was his temper really that strange? Why did everyone seem so afraid of him?
"After seeing Ah-Biao, I'll have a look at the others," Mu Jinyu said, not really wanting to see them suffer continuously from their ailments.
Upon hearing this, Mei Yinxue was initially stunned but soon realized what he meant and immediately her cool, helpless eyes lit up. She turned to look at the calm-faced Mu Jinyu and smiled, "Thank you for your noble act, Divine Doctor Mu. Rest assured, I will not shortchange you for your services."
Mu Jinyu nodded slightly, not dwelling on the matter of payment, as saving lives was more important at the moment.
Following Mei Yinxue, they turned left and right, and finally, she stopped in front of a tightly closed door and gently knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in."
A calm male voice came from inside.
Hearing the response, Mei Yinxue dared to reach out and twist the doorknob, opened the door, and then gestured with a hand, saying to Mu Jinyu, "Doctor Mu, please go ahead."
Mu Jinyu didn't mind who went first and directly stepped into the hospital room.
The hospital room, typical of those found in hospitals, was filled with the unpleasant smell of disinfectant.
In the room, there were five people: two in white lab coats and masks, likely doctors of this small clinic, and two other men standing, whom Mu Jinyu had some recollection of; he had seen them at the scene of the car accident yesterday—they must be Mei Yinxue's trusted subordinates, on par with Wang Zhengbiao.
As for the last person, naturally, it was Wang Zhengbiao lying on the hospital bed, covered with a white sheet, his face pale as paper, and his breathing extremely weak.
As Mu Jinyu entered, everyone in the room immediately directed their gazes at him.
The two trusted subordinates of Mei Yinxue, having witnessed Mu Jinyu's miraculous medical skills yesterday, showed a hint of joy and quietly sighed in relief, sensing that with the Divine Doctor here, there might be hope for Wang Zhengbiao.
The other two, the doctors who had made Mei Yinxue knock as a sign of respect, scrutinized Mu Jinyu as soon as he appeared, but when they realized he was only in his early twenties, maybe even younger, their brows instantly furrowed.
Before Mu Jinyu and Mei Yinxue could speak, the elderly doctor with graying hair pulled off his mask, revealing a face full of deep wrinkles, and spoke, "Ms. Mei, is this the so-called Divine Doctor you risked stopping the patient from being transferred to River City First Hospital for treatment to invite here?!"
The tone of the elderly doctor was full of skepticism, disappointment, sadness, and sorrow.
Upon hearing this, Mei Yinxue's face suddenly changed, and she was about to explain how skillful Mu Jinyu's medical skills were...
But Mu Jinyu, dissatisfied, turned to him and said, "Oh? You talk so confidently, yet the patient is still gasping for breath on the bed. It seems your medical skills are not as great as your mouth?"
"You?!" The elderly doctor instantly became furious, glaring at Mu Jinyu, and said, "Young man, show some respect. I was saving lives when you weren't even born!"
"Don't try to play the senior card with me; I never fall for that," Mu Jinyu said without any desire to waste more words with the old doctor. Saving the patient was the priority. He retorted and then stepped towards Wang Zhengbiao, who was lying on the hospital bed.
"You?!!"
The elderly doctor was beside himself with anger, his body trembling. He glanced at Mei Yinxue, who had opened her mouth but didn't speak up for him, and he immediately understood her stance; she was letting this arrogant young man try to save Wang Zhengbiao.
He snorted coldly and said to another doctor, "Shuyao, let's go!"
"Okay." Shen Shuyao responded, sharing no good feelings towards Mu Jinyu, and was about to leave the room with her grandfather when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Jinyu reaching to pull off Wang Zhengbiao's oxygen mask. She was taken aback, turned her head back sharply, and yelled:
"Hey, what are you doing?"