Chapter 151: Killed Someone
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Clarence frowned. “Peony, you’re a doctor yourself. It’s alright if you don’t want to save him, but why are you making sarcastic remarks?”
Peony exploded with anger when she heard Clarence calling her by her first name. “You loser, what did you just call me?
“How dare you call me by my name? I’m your elder.
“Even if you and Miranda are divorced, do you have to be so rude?”
Armstrong snapped, his hands clasped behind his back, “Didn’t your family teach you to respect your elders?”
Peony sneered. “Dear, he doesn’t have any family. The little loser grew up in an orphanage.
“He had no parents. A good upbringing was a luxury not afforded to him.”
An old woman could not stand Peony’s behavior. “You’re so old. Why can’t you keep your mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say?
“Why get his parents involved?”
“Am I wrong? How dare he help the man up? What if the man’s a fraud? He wouldn’t have the money to pay up, not even if he went bankrupt! He’s just a fool,” Peony retorted stubbornly.
“He’s just being kind. Why call him a fool?”
The same old man who had just told Clarence off chimed in and chided Peony.
“You’ve lost your conscience, and you won’t even let the boy save someone?
“We’re afraid to save him, but since the boy volunteered himself, we can’t criticize him like what you’re doing.
“Why are you two worse than children?”
Peony’s face was bright red with anger when she heard what everyone had to say. “Unbelievable. This is unbelievable.
“How dare you defend this little loser? What spell has he put you under?”
Just then, a young married couple broke through the crowd and rushed towards the old man lying on the ground.
“Dad!”
“Dad, what’s come over you?”
It turned out that the old man’s son and daughter-in-law had just arrived.
Clarence shook his head. “It’s food poisoning and a partial stroke.
“But it’s not too big of an issue. I can save him.”
Clarence spoke indifferently.
The married couple sighed in relief and hurriedly said, “Little Brother, please save my father. I’ll give you one hundred thousand dollars!”
Peony scoffed. “You’re asking him to save your dad? You might as well ask monks to teach you how to comb your hair.”
“What do you mean?” The couple glared at Peony.
Peony gloated. “Do you know who he is?
“He used to be my son-in-law. He’s lazy and always loafing around.
“He learned his medical skills from TV.
“I’m a certified doctor in alternative medicine. I can tell with just a glance that this old man is suffering from a stroke.
“Having a stroke at his age is practically a death sentence. If you let Clarence treat your dad, he’s dead meat!”
“Huh?” The couple sat down on the ground in fear. “What should we do, then?”
The man’s wife looked at Peony nervously. “Are you really a doctor, ma’am?”
“Of course.”
Peony haughtily took her medical license out of her pocket and waved it around for everyone to see. “See this?
“This is my medical license, which has the stamp of the Alternative Medicine Association. Not to mention that I’m their honorary associate professor!”
Everyone stood on their tiptoes to see, and they indeed saw several stamps on Peony’s medical license.
“She’s really an associate professor!”
“So she’s an associate professor!”
“I wonder if it’s just a nominal title? There are too many such professors and associate professors in this country. They’re all unworthy of their title.”
They spoke among themselves, some shaking their heads.
The young married couple grabbed Peony and pleaded, “Dr. Wanda, please save my dad.”
“I can save him, but this boy irritates me. Ask him to f*ck off.” Peony pointed her finger at Clarence with an imperious look on her face.
The man’s wife rushed over to Clarence and gave him a shove. “Go away.
“Do you call what you have medical skills? How dare you treat people with what you’ve learned off TV. F*ck off!”
“Go away!” The man also yelled at Clarence.
Peony had taken out her medical license to prove that she was a doctor.
Clarence had only learned alternative medicine from TV. How dare he save people in public?
Was it not nonsense?
They did not want to risk their own father’s life.
Clarence stepped back with a frosty expression.”Peony, he’s not just having a stroke, but he also has food poisoning. You’re going to kill him if you treat him the old-fashioned way.
“You can only...”
Before Clarence could finish, Peony interrupted him. She seemed amused. “Shut up!”
“Little loser, do I need you to tell me how to diagnose him?
“Besides, have you examined him yet? How do you know he had food poisoning?
“Is it just because of what you’ve said? I think he’s only having a stroke.
“With your medical skills, you think he has food poisoning?”
With that said, she looked at the married couple again. “I won’t save your dad unless he f*cks off.”
Then, she looked at Clarence with an amused expression.
The man rushed up to Clarence with red eyes, looking like he was ready to kill. “What are you still doing here?
“Go away!
“I’ll kill you if my father dies.”
Clarence sighed quietly and silently withdrew from the crowd.
Peony laughed contemptuously, “Little loser, how dare you challenge me?”
The man’s wife pleaded to Peony, “Dr. Wanda, hurry up and save him.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll save him. I’ll save him.”
Peony nodded and slowly walked toward the old man lying on the ground. The onlookers around them dared not speak.
‘There’s no time, and a life is at stake, yet you’re walking over slowly?’
‘Do you think this is a runway show?’
With everyone watching, Peony walked up to the old man and took a bag of silver needles out of her pocket. “What are you two doing standing there? Help me turn him over.”
“Okay.”
The married couple dared not waste time, and they quickly turned the old man over to let him lay flat on the ground.
“How dirty. Why does he not value cleanliness?”
Frowning, Peony undressed the old man and began to insert needles into his stomach, cervical spine, and head.
“Dr. Wanda, I’m sorry. My dad has mild dementia, so...” The woman rubbed her hands together as she explained sheepishly.
“Alright, alright, got it. Stop talking.” Peony waved her hand impatiently.
After inserting two needles in succession, the old man suddenly trembled violently. His face turned red, and he spat out some foam.
He straightened out his body and stopped breathing.
Everyone present exploded in an uproar.
“She killed him. The doctor killed him!” Several old women let out shrill cries.
“He’s really dead!”
“What should we do? Let’s call the police!”
“Yes, yes, yes. Hurry and call the police!”
The crowd of onlookers nodded, and the park was in turmoil.
“Dad!”
The married couple turned pale with fright as they ceaselessly shook the old man’s body. “Dad, don’t frighten me.
“I’m your son. What’s come over you? Wake up!”
Peony’s expression changed slightly, but she immediately disassociated herself from it. “It’s got nothing to do with me.
“I didn’t kill your father!”
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