Chapter 120: Desecrating the Dead?

Hearing this, Peng Haidong felt a sense of relief.

Just then, seeing her husband devoid of any breath and seemingly dead, Qing Furong’s eyes turned red. Like a grieving widow, she glared at Peng Haidong with fury. "You surnamed Peng, what is the meaning of this? This 'Ghost Doctor' you brought in has treated my husband to death!"

"No, Madam, please, let me explain..."

"I don't want to hear explanations! I only want to see my husband alive again!"

"If he is dead, none of you will have an easy life!"

Qing Furong cast a sidelong glance, and several hulking security guards immediately stepped forward, surrounding the two of them. Meanwhile, Wang Xiaolong and the other underlings from the Zhanlong Sect were also forced to the ground, unable to move.

"Phew..."

Seeing this, Jiang Hongwei, who had been on edge, let out a long sigh of relief. Although he felt bad that Luo Rongyao was dead, the dead were dead, and the living had to carry on. With this outcome, he had successfully distanced himself from the disaster. Now that Peng Haidong was embroiled in this mess, his own Black Dragon Society would likely become the sole dominant power in the Jinghan underground.

"Awesome!"

Zhang Heifa gave Ye Wushang a thumbs-up, excitedly saying, "Mr. Ye, your calculations are truly divine. Without even looking, you knew that Ghost Doctor was incompetent. Not only did he fail to cure him, but he actually killed him! This way, without you even having to lift a finger, the Black Dragon Society has won..."

"Won your ass!" Qiao Sen barked.

This result was unacceptable to him. He had brought Ye Wushang here to cure the clan head and pave the way for his own promotion. Now that the man was dead and Ye Wushang hadn't even made a move, hadn't all his efforts been in vain? While it wasn't a huge loss for him personally, not getting what he had imagined stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

Ye Wushang’s expression remained indifferent. As he gestured to speak, the previously silent Ghost Doctor suddenly pointed a finger at him and shouted, "It’s him! It’s this brat who caused the death of the Clan Head!"

Boom.

The crowd’s minds buzzed as they all turned to stare at Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang frowned, but before he could react, Zhang Heifa retorted, "You old bastard, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? You were the one treating him, and the man died in your hands. What the hell does this have to do with Mr. Ye?"

"Your own medical skills are subpar, and you killed the Clan Head. Now you’re trying to shift the blame onto Mr. Ye? Let me tell you, that’s not happening!"

Jiang Hongwei nodded. Although he had no love for Ye Wushang, he was currently representing the Black Dragon Society. With the Ghost Doctor having killed Luo Rongyao, this was the perfect opportunity for the Black Dragon Society to suppress the Zhanlong Sect and root them out entirely.

"Heifa is right. You were the only one performing the treatment from start to finish. Ye Wushang just sat there and didn't even move. Do you think it's appropriate to shift the blame like that?" Jiang Hongwei looked up at the gloomy-faced Peng Haidong and taunted, "Sect Master Peng, is this the doctor you found? Mediocre skills and vile character. Is it that your judgment is poor, leading to this disaster, or did you do this on purpose—using the guise of medical treatment to actually kill the Clan Head?"

His words were sharp and resonant, causing Peng Haidong to tremble so violently he nearly collapsed.

"You bastard!" Qing Furong shrieked, grabbing Peng Haidong by the collar. "Tell me, did you intend to kill my husband? Is it because you've always wanted to annex the Black Dragon Society and my husband wouldn't agree, so you held a grudge and poisoned him? You even wanted me to sign an agreement earlier to annex them—I think it would be better if the Black Dragon Society annexed your Zhanlong Sect instead!"

Hearing this, Peng Haidong was terrified. He looked at the Ghost Doctor in a panic, but the doctor winked at him, signaling him to stay calm and proceed as they had planned.

"Madam Qing, the Ghost Doctor is right. The death of the Clan Head is not his fault, but that brat's!" Pushed into a corner, Peng Haidong had no choice but to gamble. He pointed his finger, accusing, "The reason is that they were making a scene and stalling for time, causing the Clan Head to miss the optimal window for treatment. You can ask these doctors; when the Ghost Doctor checked his vitals, they were quite good. It was only after these people arrived that his data plummeted. Given the Clan Head's condition, the Ghost Doctor has treated this dozens of times without issue. How could he suddenly make a mistake? It's all his fault!"

Once this was said, the crowd found it plausible. After all, the Ghost Doctor had a great reputation and had cured countless patients. While Luo Rongyao’s condition was serious, it shouldn't have been an issue with him present. But if they had stalled for time, that could certainly lead to a missed opportunity. One was a respected doctor, the other a young upstart; the crowd had already made up their minds.

"Sect Master Peng is right. It’s all that brat's fault!"
"The Ghost Doctor’s treatment had actually extended the Clan Head's life, but he was beyond help in the end."
"If they hadn't stalled and let the Ghost Doctor treat him immediately, maybe he would have survived."
"Exactly, it must be so. He killed the Clan Head, and since he was brought by the Black Dragon Society, they are also to blame!"

In an instant, the tide turned. Those who had originally questioned the Ghost Doctor now aimed their hostility at Ye Wushang.

"What do we do? The Ghost Doctor is famous, and the Zhanlong Sect is gaining momentum; everyone believes their version of events," Zhang Heifa said, looking troubled.

Qiao Sen remained calm on the surface but felt a sense of bitterness inside. It was likely true. With the Ghost Doctor’s level of skill, he wouldn't kill a patient. The only possibility was that the golden window for rescue had been missed. Fortunately, he was representing the Black Dragon Society; if he had been the one to invite the doctor, he would be in deep trouble.

"Peng Haidong, stop your nonsense!" Jiang Hongwei argued. "The man was treated by your doctor. Now that the Clan Head is dead, it’s your responsibility, and it has nothing to do with my Black Dragon Society!"

Seeing the tide fully in his favor, Peng Haidong immediately said, "You still dare to argue? During the rescue, the Ghost Doctor found many debris particles in his lungs. Those particles came from the note that the brat shredded with a steak knife. A small amount of toxin was found in that debris, which accelerated the Clan Head's death. I say this brat not only delayed the treatment but also interfered and added fuel to the fire! He didn't strike directly, but he poisoned him from the shadows, perhaps with your guidance, Chairman Jiang!"

"You!" Jiang Hongwei was so angry he could hardly breathe. Just as he was about to argue, Madam Qing roared, "Enough! All of you, shut up!"

"My husband is dead, and both of you have an undeniable responsibility! But in terms of reputation and facts, the Black Dragon Society's problem is much larger. I need to handle my husband’s funeral arrangements. As for you, grab Jiang Hongwei and that Ye Wushang and lock them up; I want them interrogated strictly! As for Peng Haidong, you have faults too, but they are minor. Go back and wait for my decision!"

Peng Haidong lifted the corner of his mouth and said respectfully, "Understood, Madam Qing. We await your results."

The Ghost Doctor nodded as well, saying, "My condolences, Madam Qing. I deeply regret the passing of the Clan Head..."

"What a joke!"

At this moment, Ye Wushang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "Your medical skills are mediocre, yet you try to frame others. You can't even tell if a patient is actually dead, yet you dare to call yourself a famous doctor, a 'living Hua Tuo'? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Hearing this, the crowd looked at him with strange expressions. It was one thing to not want to take the blame, but he was insisting the patient wasn't dead? The medical equipment read zero, and they had checked his breath—there was none. Was he just spouting nonsense?

"Mr. Ye, please stop," Zhang Heifa whispered anxiously. "The man is dead through and through. Saying he’s alive is only giving them more ammunition against you."

"Ye Wushang, it seems making medicinal food and curing diseases are two different things. Your claim is just too fake," Qiao Sen said with a bitter smile. Even his form of address had changed; he had previously called him 'Mr. Ye,' but now he seemed like nothing more than a fool.

"He's sick in the head, a total moron!" Jiang Hongwei was so enraged he was trembling. They were about to turn the situation around, but now this brat was going to get them killed.

The Ghost Doctor laughed so hard he leaned back. "You trash, are you trying to make me laugh to death? The Clan Head has passed away, and you claim he isn't dead? Where do you get the courage to say such things? Even if you want to make excuses, you shouldn't just lie through your teeth."

Peng Haidong exhaled, looking relaxed. "The Clan Head is not dead; he will live in our hearts forever. But you first delayed the treatment and now you are spouting nonsense and desecrating the dead. I think you are the one who is finished. Madam Qing, what are you waiting for? Lock him up before he starts spouting more crazy talk..."

"Guards!" Qing Furong shouted. "Lock him up! Torture him; I want to know what his intentions were in wanting to kill my husband. And now he has the audacity to desecrate my husband’s memory—I will make him pay!"