Chapter 112: Reputation Rising

  The whole morning, Song Jinhui spent in extreme annoyance, he felt that China was his unlucky place, and Yun City was even more evil.

  Last night I arrived in Yun City for the first time, and at first I didn't eat well. Later on, it unexpectedly led to impotence. As a man, this is undoubtedly a big problem, the greatest sorrow.

  Song Jinhui really wanted to just leave and return to New York, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of resentment in his heart. He imagined that his woman might have slept with another man last night, while he himself had become a useless person. Song Jinhui's lungs were about to burst from anger.

  "What's the whereabouts of that mainland guy now? Has the city leader pursued his responsibility?" Just as it was almost time for dinner, Song Jinhui had no appetite and walked back and forth restlessly. Seeing Chen Ping coming in, he hastily asked.

  "No, he and Miss Yang were at the First Affiliated Hospital of Yuncheng this morning, and now they've gone to the Municipal Party Committee Guest House. I heard that the city leaders are personally seeing them off." Chen Ping said cautiously, having seen Song Jinhui and Yang Han make such a scene, he had no choice but to stay by Yang Han's side and act as Song Jinhui's errand boy.

  "What?!" Song Jinhui bellowed, his face filled with incredulity. He strode to the tea table and swept everything off it: "That damned Laura is also playing me for a fool."

  "Song Shao, calm down, maybe Mr. Labor has already made a protest to the Chinese side." The blonde beauty who was bullied by Song Jinhui last night reminded him in a low voice.

  "Protest? I don't want protest, I want results. That damned Continental is still being arrogant." Song Jinhui bellowed, speaking as he took out his phone and dialed a number with a huff.

  "Mr. Milson, I'm beginning to question your ability and perhaps you're not suitable for the position of consul. I'll suggest this to the American side." Song Jinhui said as soon as the phone was connected.

  "Oh, dear Song, I protested to the Chinese Foreign Ministry last night, but they were evasive. I suspect that young man you mentioned might be a member of China's princeling party." Laura hastily accompanied with a smile, he believed that the Song Group had such capabilities.

  "Damn the princeling, he's just a piece of trash, don't you understand?" Song Jinhui roared.

  "I understand, dear Song, calm down, I'm thinking of a way, you have to give me time, time," Laura said.

  "Damn the time, I've been waiting for over a dozen hours already. My time is very precious. This place in China, I can't stay here even for a moment." Song Jinhui said, suffering from double torture, having not slept all night, and now Song Jinhui was clearly somewhat neurotic.

  "Dear Song..." Laura was still speaking, but Song Jinhui suddenly threw his phone away and cursed loudly: "The Americans are also unreliable white wolves."

  "Bang!" Inside the U.S. Consulate in Kyoto, in the consul's office, Laura heard the sound coming from her cell phone, followed by a string of curses: "Damn it, those yellow people are always so unreasonable."

  Although she was cursing in her mouth, Laura didn't dare to take Song Jinhui's matter lightly, and picked up the phone again to dial the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

  "Director Shi, I'm worried about the efficiency of your Chinese ways. It's been so long, you must give me an explanation." Laura said in a blunt and unpleasant tone over the phone.

  "Mr. Milson, I was just about to tell you, regarding what you mentioned, we have investigated clearly, Mr. Song attempted to storm our country's Yun City Municipal Committee Guest House." Shi Jinping said with a smile.

  "By the way, our city's municipal guesthouse belongs to a government agency. Storming the municipal guesthouse is equivalent to storming the municipal government, which is a very serious issue in China. I represent the Chinese Foreign Ministry and am lodging a protest with your consulate. We hope that your consulate will take measures; otherwise, we will forcibly deport Mr. Song back to the United States."

  "Oh, the cake seller." Laura sighed and said in surprise: "Director Shi, are you sure you're not mistaken? The one who was treated unfairly is Mr. Song Jinhui, the heir of the American Song Group. You'll pay a price for handling it this way."

  "Mr. Milson, the Chinese government's authority is sacred and inviolable. Whoever tries to assault China's government institutions must be punished, don't you think?" Shi Jinping said calmly.

  "Alright, Minister Ishi, I understand. Hopefully this isn't your final answer." Laura sighed.

  "This is our final reply, that's it. If your consulate does not give a reasonable explanation within 24 hours, we will take action." Shi Jinping repeated once more before directly hanging up the phone.

  "Damn it." Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Laura cursed again, and suddenly she was taken aback. She had already mentioned Song Jinhui's identity, but unexpectedly, the Chinese side still had this attitude.

  Having been in China for many years, Laura is very clear about the situation in China. The parties involved this time are absolutely not simple. Otherwise, following China's usual practice, they would have pushed out the parties involved and settled the matter long ago.

  Laura guessed on this side, and Shi Jinping was also puzzled, not knowing what Han Guanglin meant. This time, he actually went all out to defend the person who had a falling out with Song Jinhui.

  Han Guanglin was also a Kyoto department commissioner before he went to Jiangzhou.

  Shi Jinping, as the vice minister of foreign affairs, was also familiar with Han Guanglin. However, this time's matter made him puzzled. The other party was the heir of the Song Group, and if he could win them over and get an investment intention, it would be a considerable political achievement.

  A few people were guessing each other, and Wang Xu, as the person involved, was having dinner with Gao Changyun and others at this time. Because they had to return to Zhongjiang in the afternoon, they didn't drink much wine at the dinner table, just a little taste.

  At the dinner table, Gao Changyun saw Wang Xu and Yang Han together, but wasn't too surprised. However, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart. Last time, Yang Han had ruined Ming Hua Entertainment in Yun City for Wang Xu's sake. This time, Wang Xu had gotten into a conflict with the successor of the Song family for Yang Han's sake, even startling the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It has to be said that this young couple wasn't simple at all.

  However, Gao Changyun was also puzzled. The last time Yang Huan was angry with Wang Xu for the sake of Wang Xu, he had investigated Wang Xu's situation and knew that Wang Xu was just an ordinary person from a small county town in the north. He couldn't have imagined that in such a short period of time, Wang Xu would actually get mixed up with Han Guanglin, and seemingly also had connections to the Luo family.

  Of course, it's not the time to consider these things on the dinner table. Gao Changyun also had some regrets and didn't expect that he would also make a mistake at that time. If not, leaving Wang Xu in Yun City would also be a good thing.

  "With this idea, Gao Changyun said it out loud: 'Dr. Wang, the First Affiliated Hospital of Yuncheng is now in a bad situation, and there's also a shortage of doctors. I don't know if you have any thoughts on coming back?'"

  "Never mind, I just opened a clinic in Zhongjiang and it's very free, but I don't want to be restricted." Wang Xu smiled and waved his hand.

  Yang Han didn't say much, and Gao Changyun didn't ask her anything. She just sat beside Wang Xu, quietly watching Wang Xu and Gao Changyun chat. As the number one person in Yun City, Gao Changyun had never been so polite to anyone before, but now he was being extremely courteous to Wang Xu, making her feel sweet and happy inside.

  After dinner and a short rest, Wang Xu and his party took the bus back to Zhongjiang, but this time there was one more person, naturally Yang Han.

  After arriving at Zhongjiang, Xie Xiaoyu invited Wang Xu to go to the Provincial Committee together to report on their work to Han Guanglin, but was resolutely rejected by Wang Xu. The whole process of this matter was clear to Xie Xiaoyu, and he did not want to steal Xie Xiaoyu's thunder.

  They got off the car right at the entrance of the clinic, Wang Xu opened the door and together with Yang Han and Zhao Kai they went inside. As soon as they entered, Yang Han curiously looked around, saying that she had never seen a clinic like this before, so she couldn't help but be curious.

  The clinic of Wang Xu is basically decorated with wooden structure, some of which are like the style of the Qing Dynasty, except for the glass door at the entrance, and the others are all ancient wood carvings.

  Inside the door, on one side are several wooden stools and a high wooden tea table. On the wall above it hangs four characters written by Han Guanglin. On the other side, facing the door, is the consultation desk, next to which is a row of medicine cabinets against the wall.

  Behind the consultation desk was a wall with a sign that read "Three No Treatments", and on the other side of the medicine cabinet were two beds for acupuncture, which Yang Han naturally saw at a glance.

  "Wealth without benevolence is not governance, the ten evils are unpardonable and not governance, Japanese people are ungoverned." Yang Han murmured to himself, turned around and looked at Wang Xu: "Did you write these?"

  "Yeah, how's that, pretty cool, right?" Wang Xu asked with a smile. In front of Yang Han, he wasn't as serious and was joking around, which made Zhao Kai on the side cover his mouth and laugh nonstop.

  After wandering around outside the clinic for a while, Yang Han went to the space between the rooms and saw that there was a bed inside. Curiously, he asked: "Do you sleep here at night?"

  "Yes, the clinic has to be open for 20 hours, so you'll have to squeeze in with me tonight." Wang Xu said with a smile as he started wiping down the tables and chairs with a basin, "It's been two days since we last opened, and there's quite a bit of dust inside."

  "It's a beautiful thought, I'll be staying in the hotel alone tonight." Yang Han said with a smile, while helping out at the same time. Zhao Kai was holding a mop and mopping the floor. The three of them were busy for over thirty minutes before they finally finished cleaning up the clinic.

  Just after finishing the cleaning, Wang Xu and three others sat down without even having time to drink water when someone arrived at the clinic. Two men supported a woman of about fifty years old as they walked in. As soon as they entered, the older man opened his mouth and shouted: "Doctor Wang, you're finally back! We were worried to death!"

  "What's wrong, come and help her sit down." Wang Xu hurriedly went forward and asked aloud. This man he recognized was the owner of a hardware store not far from the clinic, named Dong Qin.

  "This is my wife Gao Juan, she returned to her hometown a week ago and has been running a high fever ever since. Today is the third day already. I was going to bring her here but the clinic was closed, so I sent her to the nearby hospital instead. But after two days in the hospital, they still couldn't cure her. Just now my little brat happened to pass by and saw that the clinic was open, so he quickly called me. I immediately arranged for her discharge and rushed over." Winter Qin explained.

  After hearing Dong Qin's explanation, Zhao Kai was no longer surprised, while Yang Han was shocked with wide eyes. The hospital was doing well, and when the clinic opened its doors, it came out... Wang Xu had such a big reputation in the nearby area...

  PS: I originally planned to update another chapter yesterday, but I really couldn't hold on anymore. Today's first update is here, and at the same time, I recommend a book "The Gate of Power" which is very interesting and all about literature.