Chapter 117: A Bloody Incident!

He Qingfeng fell from the second floor with tremendous force, directly crushing the small vehicle beneath him.

Reporters nearby, who had just been preparing to leave, instantly gathered around, their curiosity piqued.

Before them lay He Qingfeng, his chest slashed as if by a blade—an injury several centimeters wide and over ten centimeters long, cutting across his entire chest. The wound was deep enough to expose bone.

Ordinarily, such a grievous injury would have meant instant death.

Yet, astonishingly, He Qingfeng still clung to a shred of life, refusing to succumb.

With great effort, he opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and fixed his gaze on the shadowy figure silhouetted at the second-floor windowsill.

"You despicable wretch! How dare you lay a hand on me! Do you think you can touch the He family and its young master?!" he roared, voice hoarse and fierce.

“I will make you and White Emperor City suffer a fate worse than death! Ruined in reputation and existence! You will be wiped clean from Jiang City!”

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Qin Mu paid no heed to He Qingfeng’s ravings.

After hurling He Qingfeng from the balcony, Qin Mu ordered the immediate evacuation of all the children from Chengmin Hospital, placing them under strict supervision.

No matter how far-reaching the He family’s influence, it would not extend here anytime soon.

“The He family’s actions have truly sunk beneath all moral bounds!” Wu Mu growled from the car, unable to restrain his disgust.

To dissect dozens of innocent children one by one, extracting their organs, then matching them meticulously to find the best candidate—

All for the sake of giving He Fan a transplant?

And yet they prided themselves on nobility and purity, refusing to use organs donated by the deceased, insisting only on fresh, living donors?

“Ugh!” Wu Mu slammed his palm against the steering wheel, growing ever angrier the more he thought about it.

Had Qin Mu not arrived just in time, who knew what horrific tragedy would have unfolded?

“I remember you said the He family has ties to hospitals in Jiang City?” Qin Mu inquired.

“Yes. All hospitals in Jiang City are connected to the He family. In some of the major city hospitals, the He family holds substantial shares,” Wu Mu nodded.

This revelation clarified everything.

Qin Mu had initially assumed Shen Qingliu’s interference in White Emperor City was directed by Xie Donglin.

But now it seemed far from coincidental.

Qin Mu’s initial ventures in White Emperor City—the pharmacy and subsequent medical clinic—all encroached upon the He family’s interests.

Even without this latest incident, the He family would soon come knocking.

“Return to White Emperor City and convene a meeting. I want every senior executive from the Lin Group present,” Qin Mu instructed, waving a hand as he mapped out his plan.

Upon arriving in White Emperor City, thanks to Wu Mu’s advance notice, the executive conference room was already filled.

The Lin Group was, after all, a relatively new enterprise. After several previous upheavals, it comprised only a few dozen members at most.

When Qin Mu entered, everyone rose, showing him respect.

As the largest shareholder holding full control in White Emperor City, Qin Mu naturally took the seat at the head of the table.

Close behind were Lin Qingxue and Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng had shown exceptional talent since childhood, her learning ability matching that of Lin Peipei.

Graduating from the economics and management department, and after some time learning under Lin Qingxue, she was now capable of handling executive responsibilities within the group.

“Director Qin, is there something urgent that prompted this meeting?” Jiang Zheng tilted her head politely, well-versed in etiquette.

“Have the permits been approved?” Qin Mu asked.

At this, Jiang Zheng promptly produced several documents from her briefcase and laid them before Qin Mu.

“After evaluation by the Health Bureau and related agencies, our pharmacy has fully passed all inspections. The clinic’s evaluation is more than halfway complete; we expect approval soon,” she reported with maturity.

Qin Mu’s standards were exacting. Even before opening, he had made thorough arrangements, causing the team considerable hustle and bustle.

Yet with a responsible director like Qin Mu, the White Emperor City launch had proceeded smoothly, receiving a green light from all regulatory bodies.

Had it been a negligent manager, the entire project might have collapsed without anyone noticing.

“How has the opening day gone?” Qin Mu pressed on.

“Extremely well. Foot traffic has already surpassed all pharmacies opened during the same period, and word of mouth is spreading tenfold,” Lin Peipei proudly raised her hand from the side.

“This success is all thanks to Director Qin’s miraculous prescriptions!” said a deputy manager from the pharmaceutical department.

His name was Li Jie. Having worked under Lin Qingxue for several years, he was considered a veteran staff member.

Everyone nodded in agreement. The prescriptions Qin Mu provided were truly rare in the mundane world, including the secret formula for the Rejuvenation Pill. They seemed to be the work of a master of traditional medicine.

One particular herbal remedy for treating stubborn ailments was so popular it nearly sold out within a day.

“The ones I shared previously were merely emergency formulas, not meant for public display,” Qin Mu smiled lightly.

His words stunned the room.

Emergency formulas? Not meant for official use?

The veteran doctors, led by Elder Hua, were so astonished they rose to their feet.

“This meeting today is mainly about this matter,” Qin Mu said as he took several blank sheets from Wu Mu and began to write with a pen.

Elder Hua and the others, eager to know the contents, craned their necks despite knowing it was impolite.

“The first prescription is for treating internal injuries,” Qin Mu said, pushing the paper to the center of the table.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard that Master Fu Yuantou, bedridden for over a decade, suddenly recovered a few days ago, radiating vitality and vigor.”

“Director Qin, don’t tell me you cured him!” Lin Qinghan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Qin Mu smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying.

Yet everyone could tell his meaning.

“This prescription heals internal injuries and nourishes the organs. Even decades-old chronic illnesses can be completely cured with consistent use.”

This was like a bombshell!

It left Elder Hua and the others somewhat dazed.

Meanwhile, Li Jie quietly took the prescription, his eyes scanning back and forth.

Due to the extensive list of herbs, he couldn’t memorize it all at once.

“The second prescription treats external injuries,” Qin Mu continued.

“For fractures, swelling, muscle and bone damage—it’s effective immediately upon application.”

Qin Mu wrote swiftly, then moved on to the next sheet.

“This one treats nerve damage, suitable for people who frequently stay up late or suffer from work fatigue.”