Chapter 5: So You Are Jiang Hao!

Wang Jun’an’s blustering entrance and loud accusations made everyone in the room frown in displeasure. Even Old Master Bai, who rarely lost his composure, could not bear it any longer and shouted coldly, “Where did this petty scoundrel come from? How dare you call Brother Jiang’s medical skills heresy!”

It was only now that Wang Jun’an noticed Old Master Bai’s clearly improved condition. His face turned deathly pale with fright. He was no fool—he understood the Old Master’s words. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the man he once deemed a useless nobody, Jiang Hao, truly possessed medical knowledge, and had, by sheer fortune, cured Old Master Bai. Jealousy and envy twisted inside him, but more than anything, panic seized him. He forced out a stiff, awkward smile. “Old Master Bai, esteemed experts… I’m sorry! Truly, I apologize! My head’s not clear—I must have wandered into the wrong room. Sorry to have disturbed you! I’ll take my leave at once!”

With that, he tried to slip away. Jiang Hao, seeing him for the insignificant nuisance he was, had no intention of making the matter worse and simply ignored him. However, Old Master Bai, having learned the full story and eager to show favor to Jiang Hao, sneered coldly. “This is the Bai family’s domain. Do you think you can come and go as you please? Moreover, you insulted the man who saved my life and even tried to harm him. Even if Brother Jiang is broad-minded enough to let it go, I will not!”

He called in several bodyguards, who seized Wang Jun’an at once. Old Master Bai ordered indifferently, “I never want to see this man again. Take him out and deal with him.” At these words, Wang Jun’an’s face drained of all color. He cried out in terror, “Old Master Bai, have mercy! I was wrong! I’ll apologize to Jiang Hao, please, spare me—” But before he could finish, the bodyguards clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him out.

A moment later, the sound of desperate, ragged screams echoed from outside the door, then faded into silence, leaving only the faint, chilling noise of something being dragged away.

Nothing further was said, yet everyone present understood perfectly well what had just occurred outside. Wang Jun’an would not walk this earth again.

Jiang Hao’s brow twitched, but he said nothing. He merely cast a long, searching glance at Old Master Bai, then announced his intention to take his leave once more. The Bai family tried to persuade him to stay, but Jiang Hao insisted and strode out of the hospital.

As his figure disappeared, Old Master Bai pondered for a moment, then turned to Bai Qiming with grave instructions. “This benefactor of ours has little affection for the Bai family. Go and investigate his background at once. Do everything you can to ease the tension between us and him. Remember, you must handle this well!”

Setting aside the debt of saving his life, the value of a miracle doctor was beyond price—it meant life itself, something no amount of money could measure. Bai Qiming understood his father’s meaning and set about the task without hesitation.

After leaving the hospital, Jiang Hao’s spirits sank. Four years of university, followed by two years of marriage—six years of emotion and devotion, all reduced to nothing overnight. The woman he had once believed would share his life had used and betrayed him, leaving his heart torn and battered.

Fortunately, for all his devotion, Jiang Hao was neither indecisive nor weak. Having resolved to end this marriage founded on nothing but exploitation, he saw no reason to drag things out. He quickly printed two copies of the divorce agreement and returned to the Su family home, ready to put an end to it.

But as soon as he entered the living room, he saw a middle-aged woman, well-maintained and elegantly made-up, sitting on the sofa beside a young man with slicked-back hair and a sharp suit. The two were conversing with easy smiles, the atmosphere warm and congenial.

Jiang Hao knew the woman well—she was his mother-in-law, Zhang Liping. A woman who worshipped wealth and despised poverty, selfish and malicious to the core. From the day Jiang Hao married into the Su family, Zhang Liping had regarded him as nothing more than a thorn in her side. For two years, she had subjected him to endless humiliation and torment, never treating him as a person—only as a dog kept by the Su family.

When Zhang Liping caught sight of Jiang Hao, her pupils contracted and she blurted out in shock, “You… how are you still alive?”

Jiang Hao’s expression darkened at her words, and a cold, knowing smile appeared on his lips. “So there are so many people wishing for my death. It seems you were involved in the plot to harvest my organs as well.”

At this, Zhang Liping’s gaze flickered evasively—clear guilt in her eyes. But her shame soon turned to rage. She scowled and spat, “What do you mean, involved or not? To tell you the truth, I wish you were dead. A useless wretch like you does nothing but waste food and ruin my daughter’s youth. My daughter was born to be a noblewoman, yet you’ve squandered so many years of her life. Tell me, don’t you deserve to die?”

“So, you’re Jiang Hao,” the young man interjected at this point, standing up and looking down at Jiang Hao as if he were an ant. “I’m Pan Yixuan. I just returned from studying in Europe, and I’m currently the executive president of my family’s company. I’ve known Qingli since we were children—we were classmates up until high school, childhood sweethearts, you could say. If I hadn’t gone abroad, she would be my wife now—the young mistress of the Pan family.”

With his introduction complete and his old connection to Su Qingli made clear, Pan Yixuan stepped closer, menace and mockery in his eyes as he lowered his voice. “Jiang Hao, you should be grateful you had the sense not to touch Su Qingli in the two years of your marriage. Otherwise, you’d be a corpse by now. Since I’m back, do the smart thing: get a divorce and step aside. If not, I promise—you’ll regret ever being born.”