Chapter 62 Unexplained Hostility (1/2)

A man over fifty years old, dressed in a faded Zhongshan suit, was standing with his back to the door, picking up herbs from a basket.

From behind, the man exuded an air of pretentious arrogance.

Chen Fengshan, with a smile on his face, stepped across the threshold.

"Dr. Han, I'm busy."

The man called Dr. Han slowly turned around, without even lifting his droopy eyelids.

Han Zhishan's cloudy eyes first swept over Chen Fengshan, then glanced casually at the tall Yan Yu, and finally landed on Ruan Tang's overly delicate face.

He paused for a moment.

Then, he curled his lips down in disdain, and his dry, smoky voice trailed off in a long, impatient tone.

"Is there something you need, Captain?"

"It's like this, last time your family's Jiancheng came to me saying he wanted to find a sanitation worker to replace him, so I just..."

Chen Fengshan, all smiles, warmly stepped aside for Ruan Tang behind him, intending to introduce the two of them to each other. But he was interrupted as soon as he started.

"No!"

Han Zhishan turned around, his voice revealing a hint of arrogance.

He slapped the grass clippings off his hands hard, as if he were chasing away something dirty.

He slightly raised his chin, his cloudy old eyes scanning Ruan Tang from head to toe as if he were inspecting livestock.

The disdain in his eyes was almost tangible.

"My clinic isn't a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can walk in!"

"A pampered young lady from the city, unable to lift a finger, how could she possibly recognize any medicinal herbs?"

He let out a sneer from his throat, "I bet you can't even tell the difference between herbs and weeds!"

"Let her come? Is she there to treat the patient, or to cause trouble?"

"Don't end up harming the person and ruining the reputation that my Han family has built up over generations!"

His voice suddenly rose, sharp and shrill, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Chen Fengshan's face.

"And you, Chen Fengshan! What do you mean by this?!"

"You've found this young girl to replace my son? Are you trying to fool this old man, or do you think just anyone can learn the skills of the Han family? Huh?!"

This sudden, baseless, and vicious humiliation was like a bucket of icy, dirty water poured over my head!

Ruan Tang's sweet face instantly turned cold. Her fingers twitched slightly, and a wisp of water-based spiritual energy quietly entered Han Zhishan's mouth and slid down his throat.

Han Zhishan, who was in the middle of a heated argument, suddenly felt a chill in his lungs, couldn't catch his breath, and immediately started coughing violently.

He coughed for a long time, and his old face turned a liverish color from coughing.

Yan Yu stared blankly at Han Zhishan, his little finger gently tickling Ruan Tang's soft palm as if to encourage her, while he held Ruan Tang's large hand with his own.

The little girl was too soft-hearted; just letting him cough wasn't enough.

Chen Fengshan's smile vanished completely, his square face darkening. He stared at Han Zhishan, "Dr. Han, your words are too harsh! Ruan Zhiqing is a proper high school graduate. Besides, if it weren't for your Han Jiancheng coming to the brigade headquarters asking us to find him a replacement, who would want to come here?!" If it weren't for Old Master Han, the village would never have allowed Han Zhishan to be a barefoot doctor. Not only was his treatment incredibly expensive, but he also couldn't cure diseases!

"Cough cough... Gao, what good is a high school student! My Jiancheng was just saying that out of anger, we have no intention of changing the sanitation worker!"

Han Zhishan grew angrier the more he thought about it, pointing his withered finger at Ruan Tang: "Let me tell you, this is a proper place for medical treatment, not a place for you educated youth to cheat and shirk your duties! Go back to where you came from! Don't get in my way..."

Before he could finish speaking, another violent coughing fit erupted, as if he wanted to cough up his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

Han Zhishan, who was coughing so badly he was questioning his existence, finally managed to stop, but the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.

His murky gaze lingered once more on Ruan Tang's beautiful face and exquisite figure, his eyes growing increasingly murky and lewd.