Chapter 108 The Rules of Miraculous Doctors in Saving People

Gee, this acting skill is so impressive in playing the infatuated husband. If Bo Xianchuan hadn't been Mu Huan's nephew, he would have almost believed it!

"Young Master Feng, your fever hasn't gone away yet, or did you have an erotic dream last night?" Bo Xianchuan reached out to touch Feng Tingbei's forehead, but he slapped him away.

"I didn't talk to you." The man's voice was unusually cold.

Bo Xianchuan shook his painful hand and continued without fear of death:

"Do you think I want to care about you? I treated you all night last night and saved your life from death. Sign this!"

He threw out a card with the three characters "contract" printed on the front and an explanation on the back. The main idea was that the miracle doctor saved Feng Tingbei's life, so he would do something for the miracle doctor in the future.

At the end is the place to sign and seal.

"What crappy thing?" Before Feng Tingbei could take a look, Gao Ke hurriedly threw it back to Bao Xianchuan.

Looking at Bo Xianchuan's proud face, he knew that this kid hadn't held in his fart well.

"Sign!" Bo Xianchuan picked up the "contract" that fell on the ground and handed it to Feng Tingbei again.

Gao Ke said angrily, "If you don't want to die, do it now-"

Before the word "get out" could be yelled out, Bo Xianchuan interrupted him, "If you don't want to die, just sign it! You know, Mr. Feng, you won the immortal grass, and now I am the only one in the world who can do it."

Find the antidote."

"You can go to the underworld to find out about my miracle doctor's rules for saving people. Select the patient, sign the contract, and then save the person."

"There was an emergency yesterday, and I saved people first for Komori's sake. What's the matter? You gave me the title of eldest son, but you don't admit it afterwards?"

"No problem." Bo Xianchuan curled his lips and revealed a sneer, "Since you broke the contract first, I won't treat Xiaomori either."

"How dare you!" Gao Ke was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed Bo Xianchuan by the collar.

At the same time, Bo Xianchuan inserted a silver needle that had been hidden in his sleeve into Gao Ke's acupuncture point.

Gao Ke felt paralyzed all over and couldn't muster any strength. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard Bo Xianchuan sternly yell, "Don't move! Otherwise, today will be your death anniversary next year."

The Bo family has always retaliated against those who disrespected them.

Gao Ke immediately heard that he was not joking and had no choice but to endure it.

Bo Xianchuan's eyes fell on Feng Tingbei, "Don't ever forget that I am a miracle doctor. I gained my reputation step by step by treating patients. It is far easier for me to kill people than to save people!"

"Be more polite to me and my assistants from now on. Otherwise——"

Bo Xianchuan withdrew the silver needle, and Gao Ke felt like a drowning man who had just swam ashore. He was so angry that he wanted to hit Bo Xianchuan, but he didn't expect that even a simple movement of raising his arm would be very difficult.

Not to mention shaking his fist.

It was weak and weak. Before it could be swung out, it was called back by Bo Xianchuan.

"I said, I want to be a good, polite boy." Bo Xianchuan's eyes suddenly froze.

No matter how much he usually plays hip-hop without formality, he is still a member of the Bo family with pure blood. When he needs to be ruthless, he will not be merciful at all.

"Signed." Feng Tingbei took the pen and ink pad handed over by the old butler, signed his name neatly, and pressed his fingerprints.

He is a businessman and likes to negotiate business with clearly marked prices.

But when Bo Xianchuan wanted to take back the "contract", Feng Tingbei refused to give it to him.

"The person who was guarding me last night was really you?" The man's cold voice contained frightening pressure.

That kind of high pressure that can shock people with a radius of hundreds of miles is not something that a twenty-year-old boy like Bo Xianchuan can easily withstand.

Bo Xianchuan's fingertips trembled inadvertently. Feng Tingbei had already handed the evidence in his hand to him, "How do you explain this?"

That's the end of Mu Huan's hair.

Bo Xianchuan's short hair is full of thorns, no matter how hard he plucks it out, he can't get such long and soft hair!


Chapter completed!