Zhang Tiande was somewhat anxious, as Han Zhongren’s attitude made him worry that Han might refuse to treat him in the end.
But at this point, he could only clutch at this last straw of salvation.
"Doctor Han, may I speak with you in private? After all, you know that my condition is somewhat embarrassing to discuss, and there are ladies present here."
At this moment, Pei Yuyan also spoke up, "There’s no need to be so formal, I am a doctor too."
Pei Yuyan didn’t want to miss this spectacle, and Han Zhongren, perhaps deliberately, said to Zhang Tiande, "Let’s just talk here, there’s no one else around, only patients and doctors."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tiande got really irritated.
Yet he could only grit his teeth and say, "Well... all right then."
"Doctor Han, I’ve had this illness for many years, it’s that thing... just can’t get it up."
"It’s not hard enough, I can’t even get it in when I’m with my wife."
Pei Yuyan burst out laughing.
Zhang Tiande’s face darkened, "What are you laughing at? Is this funny to you? If you were really a competent doctor, you wouldn’t mock a patient’s suffering."
Pei Yuyan lifted her head and then shook the screen of her phone in front of Zhang Tiande’s eyes.
"I’m laughing at my game, why are you being so fierce?"
"What’s so funny about playing Fight the Landlord?" Zhang Tiande retorted again.
"Because I won at Fight the Landlord, the other player was stuck with both jokers and four twos, you tell me if that’s funny?"
Zhang Tiande’s mouth twitched, he felt that Pei Yuyan was clearly not laughing at any damn card game, she was obviously laughing at him.
Indeed, that was the case; by daring to bully Zhang Yang in public, Pei Yuyan wanted to give Zhang Tiande a hard time too.
She wasn’t there just for the gossip, she intended to make Zhang Tiande uncomfortable.
Zhang Yang didn’t stop her, instead, he joined Pei Yuyan and started playing Fight the Landlord.
"Senior sister, your cards aren’t that good," Zhang Yang said with a laugh.
"How are they not good? Look how splendid they are, the big joker and both twos are mine," Pei Yuyan replied.
"But you’re still stuck with a bunch of threes you can’t play, they’re useless even though they look good," Zhang Yang said.
"Haha, yes, you’re right, they really are all show and no substance."
The two of them sang in harmony, repeating the phrase "all show and no substance" several times.
Zhang Tiande was so angry his face turned ashen, and even Han Zhongren was nearly amused by the shenanigans of Zhang Yang and Pei Yuyan; they were quite damaging.
Fortunately for him, Han Zhongren was composed and didn’t forget to urge Zhang Tiande, "Show me your previous medical records and diagnoses."
After hearing this, Zhang Tiande had no choice but to ignore Zhang Yang and Pei Yuyan and took out all his past medical reports and various diagnoses.
"Doctor Han, please take a good look at this. As long as you can cure my illness, I am willing to pay you a reward of one million," Zhang Tiande said, laying it all on the line.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhongren replied, "No need to be so polite, just paying the normal medical fees will suffice. If you really have money, you might as well take better care of your own daughter."
Zhang Tiande was left speechless by Han Zhongren’s retort, managing only to force a chuckle without daring to respond, but glared furiously at Zhang Yang.
He regretted it even more; Han’s overt support for Zhang Yang indicated that their relationship was indeed close.
He had previously been oblivious to the fact that Zhang Yang, this youngster, could be acquainted with a doctor of Han’s caliber.
It baffled him, leaving Zhang Tiande’s feelings incredibly complicated.
At the same time, he felt somewhat uneasy; given Han Zhongren’s strong relationship with Zhang Yang, would Han still treat him?
Or did one million seem too little?
Thinking this, Zhang Tiande quickly said, "Doctor Han, no matter what, you are my last hope. As long as you can treat my ailment, I will do whatever you ask."
For a man, a wealthy man, to be impotent is like directly losing half the pleasures of life.
Han Zhongren did not respond, just seriously looked at the medical reports.
After a long while, Han Zhongren finally spoke, "Mr. Zhang, your condition..."
Zhang Tiande hastily asked, "Doctor Han, do you have a way to treat my condition?"
Han Zhongren shook his head, "Your damage is irreversible, we can only try to treat it, but the probability of a cure is very small."
Han Zhongren was also very frank in saying this.
Zhang Tiande’s heart sank to the bottom. If even Han Zhongren said so, it was practically a death sentence.
But then he thought, could it be because of Zhang Yang?
So Zhang Tiande’s face grew ugly, "Doctor Han, are you unwilling to treat me because of Zhang Yang? If that’s the case, just state your terms. Anything within my power, I can do, even apologizing to Zhang Yang is possible."
Han Zhongren looked at Zhang Tiande somewhat angrily, "If I wanted to stand up for Zhang Yang, I wouldn’t have met with you."
Zhang Tiande tensed up, but remembering that Doctor Han was indeed reputed to be fair-minded, he knew Han Zhongren was likely not lying.
But this was exactly what Zhang Tiande couldn’t accept.
"Doctor Han, I’m truly sorry, I was a bit agitated. How large is the probability of a cure?"
Han Zhongren thought carefully, then again shook his head, "The probability is very low, barely 1%!"
"This would only be called a miracle. In medical terms, a 1% probability already means there’s no need for treatment."
Han Zhongren was being honest.
Hearing this, Zhang Tiande’s face turned ashen.
However, at that moment, Han Zhongren suddenly thought of something, "Wait, have you let Zhang Yang examine you?"
Zhang Tiande was stunned, "What should he examine? He’s a gynecologist, and just an intern at that."
Zhang Tiande also said this with great annoyance.
Han Zhongren could tell that Zhang Tiande looked down on Zhang Yang deep down.
This left Han Zhongren speechless; having a doctor capable of miracles at hand, yet still daring to look down on him.
Han Zhongren was straightforward, "If there’s anyone in this world who can cure your disease, that person would definitely be Zhang Yang."
Zhang Tiande looked at Han Zhongren in shock.
But then he said with an unpleasant expression, "Doctor Han, I respect you as a person, but there’s no need for you to insult me ."
"You’re purposely deceiving me, just to make me beg Zhang Yang, aren’t you?"
What’s called judging others by one’s own measure, Han Zhongren had experienced today.
"Mr. Zhang, believe it or not, that’s up to you, but you must have seen the live surgery earlier. I can tell you very responsibly that the key to the success of that surgery was Zhang Yang."
"If I were not of advanced age, I would even want to become Zhang Yang’s student."
"I’ve said all there is to say. I can’t treat your disease—you don’t need to come to me anymore."
Having said this, Han Zhongren left, seemingly no longer wanting to deal with Zhang Tiande.
Zhang Yang was about to leave, but Zhang Tiande stopped him.