My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 700: The Sister’s Grievances

"Good!"

Qin Yu nodded. Given the efficiency of Dragon Gate, forty minutes should be just about right.

"Hey, that's strange. Isn't Divine Doctor's apprentice busy prescribing medicine and treating patients? Why is he on the phone there? Looking for outside help?"

The onlookers at the door, perplexed, began to murmur.

"Shh, don't you get it? Didn't they just say that the old lady has heart trouble, and heart trouble needs heart medicine? Tell me, what is heart medicine?"

"Who knows about that ghost stuff? You have to figure out why the old lady has a heart condition before you can treat it effectively!"

"In my opinion, this time Divine Doctor's apprentice is in over his head. Even a clear-headed official can hardly resolve domestic issues. The old lady's heart trouble is definitely caused by family problems. Can he really unravel it?"

The onlookers continued their loud speculations.

Lingling....

At that moment, Qin Yu's phone also began to ring.

He picked it up and saw it was his sister, Qin Wei'er, calling. He answered the phone and asked softly, "Wei'er?"

"Bro, I'll arrive in Jinling in the evening, come pick me up!"

Qin Wei'er's voice sounded somewhat depressed.

"Hmm? You've only been at work for less than a week, how come you're coming back?"

Qin Yu looked puzzled.

"Don't mention it. Just one flight and a passenger accused me of stealing his diamond ring. Although it was cleared up afterward, and I was wronged, someone maliciously posted it online, causing some unfavorable impact to the company, and the management asked me to take a temporary leave. Also, it was that mysterious person who called me in East Sea the other day; he said if I didn't go to Capital City, he would continue to find ways to mess with me and make me lose my job!" Qin Wei'er explained in one breath, sounding wronged.

"Uh... in that case, I'll pick you up in the evening, and we'll talk more when we meet."

Qin Yu didn't say much on the phone. It was clear that whoever was targeting his sister was deliberately forcing her into the murky waters of Capital City.

Since he was heading to Capital City anyway, he might as well take his sister along and see if he could draw out this schemer to find out what they were really after.

"Okay, bro, I'll call you once I get to Jinling!"

"Good!"

After Qin Yu put down the phone, he gave his eyes a slight roll before he pocketed the device.

It looked like his warning last time hadn't been heeded. Did they really think he was an easy target, using such underhanded tactics against his sister?

A cold light flashed in Qin Yu's eyes, and in his heart, he had already sentenced this mysterious person to death.

In the blink of an eye.

Twenty minutes later.

Two young men in casual attire pushed in a middle-aged man whose hair was a mess, eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

They also handed a box to Lu Wenrou's hands.

"Mom, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea how Divine Doctor Du charges for consultations? Where do we even have the money? Come on, go back home with me!"

The middle-aged man, initially a bit dazed, had been hiding in a small hotel to avoid his debts. Suddenly, he was dragged out from under the covers and brought to the medical hall.

Seeing his elderly mother, he immediately realized she might have come for a consultation without money, and they had brought him to pay.

"Who are you... why are you calling me mom? My son is so well-behaved, good at his studies, and obedient. Teachers often praise him, you know!"

The elderly lady looked on bewilderingly at her son; perhaps due to prolonged insomnia, she was delirious and unable to accept the reality of her son turning into a gambling addict. The only image in her mind was of him when he was a child.

"Mom... why are you saying these things?"

The middle-aged man's voice choked up as he took his mother's hand. "Let's go home. I don't have a single dollar on me, so no treatment, okay? Be obedient."

"Wait..."

At this moment, Qin Yu spoke up.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man glared at Qin Yu and asked.

"Never mind who I am for now. I heard you like gambling, right? I'll bet with you, a hundred thousand for one go, doubling with each round. That means, if you dare to gamble three rounds with me, it's ten million. You don't have to doubt my capability, Divine Doctor Du can vouch for me!"

Qin Yu said calmly to the down-and-out middle-aged man.

"That's right, young man, as long as you're willing to bet, money isn't a problem!"

Although Divine Doctor Du didn't quite understand what Qin Yu was up to, he was bound to support him unconditionally under these circumstances.

"Really?"

The middle-aged man swallowed hard. Ten million for three rounds?

"Of course, so many witnesses here can attest to it."

After speaking, Qin Yu took the box from Lu Wenrou's hands and opened it to reveal a brand new revolver.

Click...

He spun the cylinder before inserting a single bullet and said indifferently, "Russian roulette. Perhaps you've never encountered it in real life, but you must have seen it on television. Each of us takes a shot. If you dare to take the third shot, you win ten million."

"Holy shit... a revolver can only hold six bullets, so if two people bet, it's three shots each. Perhaps with good luck, all three shots might be empty, right?"

The onlookers who were enjoying the drama felt some temptation toward the million-dollar bet.

"Right, statistically speaking, each shot is dangerous, but each could just as well be empty!"

"Isn't that what gambling is all about?"

"But wait, isn't Divine Doctor Du's apprentice supposed to be treating that elderly lady? Is he really gambling with her son's life instead?"

The onlookers started discussing among themselves once again.

"Hmm... just to remind you, there are only ten minutes left!"

Li Sihao also glanced at his watch and spoke languidly.

"You're already living a rotten life, why hesitate at a chance for ten million with just three shots?"

Qin Yu closed the revolver with a swing, spun the cylinder once more, and looked at the middle-aged man with a serious tone, "Do you bet or not?"

"Fine... I'll bet!"

The middle-aged man had nothing to lose.

He still owed hundreds of thousands in high-interest debts. If he was lucky and survived the three shots, winning ten million would solve all his problems.