Chapter 573: A Medical Emergency
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As expected, two minutes later, Shangguan Ze fell silent after looking at the bill. He said, “Give me your signature coffee, and… a cup of hot water, please. Thank you.”
Shangguan Ze handed back the menu to the server.
“And for you, miss?” the server asked.
Rong Qi rested her chin on her hand and gazed at Shangguan Ze.
Shangguan Ze frowned and said, “Just hot water for her. Too much coffee is not good for girls.”
“We also have yogurt.” the server suggested.
“No need, she doesn’t like that,” Shangguan Ze urged the server to leave.
After the server left, Shangguan Ze complained about the server, “Did you see his expression just now?”
Rong Qi replied, “If I were him, I’d chase you out with a stick. You say you’re treating me to coffee, but you order yourself one and give me free tap water?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Shangguan Ze explained, “This coffee is just a tiny bit for five hundred. It’s clearly a rip-off. If you want to drink, I’ll make you some at home. With that amount, I can brew many cups.”
Rong Qi snorted lightly and turned to look at the scenery downstairs.
From their fifth-floor vantage point, the circular mall below was quite a sight.
Suddenly, as Rong Qi was about to smile, a man on the first floor fell off his chair, causing people nearby to quickly gather around.
“Is there a doctor here? We need a doctor, help!”
The crowd below shouted.
Many in the mall who knew a bit of medical skills went to take a look, but it seemed to be of no use. The man remained on the ground, convulsing.
Rong Qi’s eyes narrowed, and she put on a baseball cap. Shangguan Ze, who was drinking coffee, was baffled. By the time he reacted, Rong Qi had already put on her mask and was heading downstairs. He quickly finished his coffee and followed her with his things.
In the center of the mall, a crowd formed a circle around the man on the ground.
Three passing doctors tried to help, but they couldn’t control his convulsions, sweating profusely.
A well-dressed middle-aged woman nearby was crying, almost fainting, supported and consoled by onlookers.
Rong Qi looked down, letting Shangguan Ze clear a path for her.
“Make way, the doctor’s here, the doctor’s here!” Shangguan Ze shouted.
Rong Qi squatted down beside the man and checked his pulse. After taking his pulse, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, poured out a pill, and prepared to put it in the man’s mouth.
However, just then, someone stopped Rong Qi. A nearby doctor asked, “What is that pill? Can you just feed it to the patient like that?”
As soon as Rong Qi took out the pill, they smelled the scent of traditional herbs, raising questions.
Shangguan Ze stepped forward and said, “Of course, it’s life-saving medicine! Let him take it quickly, or it will be too late!”
“A life-saving medicine should have a name, right? Looking at how young this lady is, could this be fake medicine bought from some quack? Are you kidding with someone’s life?”
The skepticism quickly gained support from the surrounding crowd.
Rong Qi said coldly, “It’s not a quack’s medicine; I made it myself.”
“What? You made it yourself? That’s even less credible!” the three doctors exclaimed, “Who makes their own medicine nowadays? Miss, this is a matter of life and death. Please don’t joke about it..”