Chapter 106: Seeking Trouble

At that moment, Lu Hao hesitated. He wasn’t sure whether he should help Sun Linhai treat his daughter.

After all, the relationship between the Sun family and himself was currently very strained. Would offering treatment only bring more troubles? What if, after curing her, they turned around and caused problems for him instead?

Just then, Zhang Qingfan stepped forward and said, “Doctor Lu, why don’t we go take a look first? It probably won’t be a big issue.”

“As for whether it can be treated, we can decide after the examination. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Lu Hao immediately nodded. “Alright, that sounds feasible.”

Lu Hao could afford to act recklessly against Sun Wenguo, because despite his wealth, Sun Wenguo was nothing more than a privileged playboy relying on his family’s backing.

But Sun Linhai was different. He was genuinely capable and a first-generation wealthy entrepreneur. If he used his resources against Lu Hao’s small clinic, his methods would likely be far more sophisticated than Sun Wenguo’s—possibly a complete mismatch in capabilities.

“Let’s go, Mr. Sun. We’ll take a look, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to cure your daughter,” Lu Hao said.

“Also, I won’t accept any consultation fee before the treatment begins. Take your money back for now.”

Sun Wenguo was taken aback by this but felt it best not to argue and quietly put the money away, unaware of Lu Hao’s personality.

“Mr. Lu, please get in my car. I’ll take you to see my daughter immediately,” Sun Linhai said earnestly.

“No need. Just give me the address and meet me at the hospital’s entrance. I’ll drive myself,” Lu Hao waved off the offer.

He then shut the clinic door and headed straight to his Wuling Hongguang van.

“Zhang Qingfan, bring the tools. Besides the silver needles and medicine pot, don’t forget the pliers, hammer, and scissors,” Lu Hao instructed as he turned back.

Zhang Qingfan nodded and quickly ran back to the clinic to prepare the necessary items.

Hearing this, Sun Linhai felt a chill run down his spine.

“Doctor Lu, I understand the silver needles and medicine pot, but what’s with the hammer and pliers?” he asked, puzzled and inwardly filled with doubt.

“What’s it to you? Am I the doctor, or are you? Stop asking so many questions,” Lu Hao shot him a sidelong glance and climbed into his van.

Moments later, Zhang Qingfan appeared carrying a large burlap sack marked “Urea.”

The assistants present exchanged bewildered glances upon seeing the van loaded with such odd items.

“A van, a sack of urea, hammer, scissors... If you say he’s here to fight, I’d believe you. But if you say he’s a miracle doctor, I wouldn’t buy it for a second,” one of Sun Linhai’s assistants scoffed.

This assistant was a sharp mind from a prestigious university, experienced with high-profile events and familiar with many experts and doctors. Yet someone like Lu Hao was unlike anyone he had ever met.

“Boss, can we really trust this guy? I remember hearing before that he broke Young Master Wenguo’s arm...” someone started.

“Silence! Can you treat her? If so, you try,” Sun Linhai snapped angrily at them.

“Remember, no one is allowed to mention those incidents in front of Mr. Lu. I won’t tolerate any interference with my daughter’s chances of recovery,” he warned.

Soon, Lu Hao’s van pulled up in front of the First People’s Hospital.

After getting out with Zhang Qingfan, Lu Hao was greeted by Sun Linhai, as well as Hospital Director Zhao Qiang, physician Xu Fan, and several others.

There was no shortage of people present.

Lu Hao sensed these individuals were likely summoned both to observe and to pressure him, ensuring he wouldn’t slack off but rather treat seriously.

“Mr. Lu, I entrust this to you. The director and others say you are the highest-level folk healer they’ve ever encountered. The official medical institutions have basically condemned my daughter to death,” Sun Linhai said with some emotion.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Sun. I’ll do my best if I can treat her, but don’t hold too high hopes. My skills aren’t omnipotent, and I’ve never successfully treated a patient in a vegetative state before,” Lu Hao cautioned.

At that moment, Director Zhao Qiang approached and exchanged brief pleasantries with Lu Hao.

From Zhao Qiang’s demeanor and gestures, it was clear he held Lu Hao in high regard, even casually slinging an arm around his shoulder as if they were equals.

Such behavior baffled many experts and senior doctors, who knew that as director, Zhao Qiang usually maintained a strict air of authority and distance, often cold and aloof in front of others.

“Um... Xiao Lu, what’s the purpose of that sack marked urea?” Zhao Qiang asked, genuinely curious.

“The tools are quite a few, and I couldn’t find a proper bag, so I had to use this. Usually, patients come to me, so I haven’t had to go out much,” Lu Hao explained with a smile.

“But don’t worry about sterilization—I have my own unique method,” he added.

“Oh, I see. Just for carrying tools. You young people, haha,” Zhao Qiang said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

For someone like him, who had been rigorously trained from childhood, won scholarships to a prestigious university, and had never made mistakes in his thirty-year career before becoming director, Lu Hao’s approach was hard to comprehend.

However, after witnessing Lu Hao’s remarkable abilities the last time, he gradually came to accept it.

After all, peculiar illnesses require extraordinary healers; folk experts like Lu Hao operate beyond conventional logic.

“Director, can you really accept this?” asked Wang Qiang, head of psychiatry, pushing up his glasses.

“You always stress that all medical instruments must be repeatedly sterilized, kept in sterile environments, and used only once...” he said.

“What do you know? This is called portable medical equipment. Some tools are highly efficient when reused, increasing efficiency and reducing costs,” Zhao Qiang quickly defended Lu Hao.

A few present couldn’t hold back their amusement.

Many were seeing Lu Hao for the first time and noted that his attire and demeanor were completely unlike those of a doctor.

Their gazes lingered on him in disbelief—could this rustic man truly succeed?