Chapter 132: Can I Not Come? If I Don’t, Our Ghost Valley Sect Will Lose All Face!

Not long after, Angkor carried a few potted plants into Xiao Chen's ward.

By now, Xiao Chen had already become highly wary of Angkor.

As soon as Angkor left, he immediately sensed something off about his body.

Before, his chest pain was still bearable, but now it had worsened significantly.

Previously, he had a poor appetite due to his injuries, but he could still force himself to eat something. Now, however, just the thought of food made him nauseous.

When he had first woken up, he had felt fairly energetic. But now, an overwhelming drowsiness was creeping in.

There were also other minor symptoms, all of which he, as a genius doctor, quickly noticed.

"Angkor, you b*****d! You're really trying to sabotage me!" Xiao Chen clenched his teeth in rage.

He was now 100% certain—this tomb-robbing scoundrel was targeting him!

From yesterday to today, Angkor had been using all sorts of shady tricks, worsening his injuries and making him lose all dignity.

And now, while he lay helpless in bed, Angkor was still scheming!

He pressed the call button beside him.

Soon, a nurse entered. "Mr. Xiao, is something wrong?"

"Nurse Li, please take these potted plants away. The farther, the better!" Xiao Chen instructed firmly.

After careful analysis, he suspected that Angkor was using some underhanded trick involving the plants.

As a medical expert, he knew that certain plants released unique scents—some undetectable, yet capable of affecting the human body. Some were even toxic.

These potted plants likely contained such properties.

The nurse looked surprised. "But these plants are quite pretty, and your friend just sent them. Are you sure you want to throw them away?"

"Yes! Get rid of them!" Xiao Chen insisted.

"What a waste… if you don't want them, can I take them home?"

"Do whatever you want!"

As soon as the plants were removed, Xiao Chen immediately felt much better.

This confirmed his suspicion—Angkor was indeed behind it all!

But why?

He had barely interacted with Angkor before. They had no prior grievances, no deep-seated hatred.

Why was Angkor going out of his way to target him?

After some thought, he finally understood.

It was all because of Lin Beifan.

Angkor had grown jealous upon seeing how well Lin Beifan treated him, so he had resorted to these underhanded tricks.

"A loyal old dog indeed!"

Xiao Chen felt immensely aggrieved.

He and Lin Beifan were supposed to be enemies, yet Lin Beifan had been treating him so well that it ended up making others jealous.

And now, he was the one paying the price for it!

He had suffered countless injuries!

He had lost face in front of his beloved Song Yuqing and the entire medical community of Mohai City!

The thought of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

This grudge must be avenged!

Closing his eyes, Xiao Chen forced himself to rest.

At this moment, all he wanted was to recover as soon as possible.

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The Next Day

As Xiao Chen lay in bed, recovering, an unexpected yet familiar figure walked in.

His eyes widened in shock. "Master Uncle, why are you here?"

The visitor was none other than Mo Wuhui, his senior uncle who had watched him grow up.

Despite looking like a middle-aged man, Mo Wuhui was already in his fifties but had maintained himself well.

Mo Wuhui gazed at his injured junior with a complicated expression and sighed.

"Can I not come? If I didn't, our Ghost Valley Sect would have lost all face!"

Xiao Chen's face burned with shame. "Master Uncle, I..."

"Two days ago, at the Mohai City Medical Exchange Conference, you knelt before the descendant of Medicine King Valley on behalf of our Ghost Valley Sect!" Mo Wuhui's voice was filled with disappointment. "When I heard the news, I was utterly stunned! Xiao Chen, how could you do such a thing?"

Xiao Chen felt utterly humiliated. "I…"

"Do you have any idea how furious your master was?!" Mo Wuhui continued angrily. "He locked himself in his room and refused to eat for two days straight! His health isn't good, and now it's even worse because of you!"

Xiao Chen lowered his head in shame.

"Originally, our Ghost Valley Sect had pinned our hopes on you!" Mo Wuhui sighed. "And you did become famous… but for all the wrong reasons! Now, we are the laughingstock of the entire medical world! I can't even bring myself to say I'm from the Ghost Valley Sect anymore!"

Xiao Chen quickly tried to explain. "Master Uncle, listen to me! It wasn't voluntary! My legs wouldn't listen to me at that moment—"

Mo Wuhui waved his hand dismissively. "I know what kind of person you are. You're arrogant and prideful. You would never kneel to anyone, let alone to someone from Medicine King Valley."

"But kneeling is kneeling! No matter what your reasons were, the world only sees what happened."

"You knelt, and because of you, our Ghost Valley Sect has become a joke!"

Xiao Chen clenched his fists in shame.

Mo Wuhui sighed deeply. "I originally wanted to scold you and even give you a few lashes, but seeing you in this state… I don't have the heart to."

"Tell me, how did you end up like this?"

"Didn't you go down the mountain to pursue your fiancée? What happened?"

"And where's Zhao Shiming? You're so severely injured—why hasn't he come to visit you?"

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and explained everything that had happened since he left the mountain.

Mo Wuhui was stunned.

This experience… was truly bizarre.

He had gone down the mountain to find his fiancée—only to be crushed under a large woman and sent to the hospital with broken ribs.

After a month in recovery, he had gone out for fresh air—only to be crushed by the same woman again and sent right back to the hospital.

Then, at the medical exchange conference, he had tried to prove himself—only for an accident to occur, breaking his ribs once more and landing him in the hospital yet again.

Mo Wuhui couldn't help but curse.

"Dammit! You're the modern-day version of 'Three In, Three Out'! Even Zhao Zilong wasn't as impressive as you!"

Xiao Chen covered his face in shame.

"So… in the two months since you left the mountain, you've accomplished absolutely nothing except lying in a hospital bed?"

"…Yes." Xiao Chen nodded, utterly humiliated.

"And your fiancée still doesn't even know you exist?"

"…Yes."

"And Zhao Shiming was misunderstood because he saved you?"

"…Yes."

"And our Ghost Valley Sect has become the laughingstock of the entire medical community because of you?"

"…Yes."

Mo Wuhui let out a deep sigh before cursing again.

"Damn it! You're a walking disaster! Not only do you bring misfortune upon yourself, but you drag others down with you too!"

Xiao Chen was so ashamed he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.