Rising Through Ranks

CH-0003

Quinin waited patiently, far away from the drama. The crowd was already clearing out and he opted to get the gift later in the day.

A brand new Porsche stopped right besides Quinin, and the rest members of the crowd almost gawked their throats out.

A man who was well-known to everyone in the city stepped off the card. Mr. Nam, one of the first five power-ranking men in the city, known to have built his own empire.

"Sir. Quinin. I'm very sorry I came late. It will not happen again." He apologized gravely, bowing multiple times, even though it was just a few seconds.

"It's fine. Just get me to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Okay, sir."

Nam quickly opened the door and walked in. A group of pedestrians watching from afar were stunned.

Mr. Nam , known to be powerful and ruthless, acting with so much caution around someone was unheard of.

"Isn't that the guy that quarreled with Kelly a few moments ago?" Someone in the crowd inquired and his words were met with mocking laughter.

"Have you gotten so much wine to drink?" They noted in between their mocking laughs.

"He ran away when he was needed most like the coward that he is and you expect the richest man in the city to pay him so much respect." The bald man cocked a brow.

"Yeah. You're right."

Meanwhile, Quinin got into the car, and Nam didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"Is there anything that I can help you with sir?

I presume since you're already in the city, you might not have somewhere to live so I prepared a resident for you already." He noted.

"That's thoughtful of you!"

Nam bubbled with joy at the praise of someone like Quinin. "Should I take you to the place now.."

"No! I'm sure that it's going to be great. But now, I need to see someone else at Eastside Specialist Hospital. Can you drive me there?" Quinin asked calmly.

Three years ago, he had placed his Uncle in the care of someone that had come seeking his help while his master was away.

And for a payment, and teaching him a few techniques, this person was tasked with taking care of his Uncle who grew sicker by the day.

"Eastside Specialist Hospital it is Sir. Quinin." He smiled.

At Eastside Hospital, Quinin jumped from the car and made his way to the reception.

With a clean sweep that was infused with hidden disdain, the receptionist asked.

"What can we help you with?"

"I want to see Doctor Col!" Revealed Quinin.

The receptionist choked under his breath. Doctor Col was not only the head doctor of the hospital, but he was also one of the most promising doctors in the city.

"Do you have an appointment with me!"

"No, I don't!" The frown grew deeper.

"I'm sorry but you can't see him without an appointment. If there's nothing else..."

"I'm a friend. Just call him and he will recognize me!"

The receptionist chuckled before eventually baiting his eyes.

"Really? Then I'm the president." His voice dripped with mockery.

"Just call him. That would end this charade between us!"

Though the voice of Quinin remained calm as he spoke, he pushed forward a cold and suppressive aura.

Keeping together his professionalism, the receptionist placed a call across to Doctor Col.

"Doctor Col. One.."

"Quinin."

"Quinn. He said you were a friend and wanted to see you. Though he doesn't have an..."

"Quinin. He's here? I will leave whatever I'm doing and come over right away."

The receptionist was dumbstruck. Col is always a busy man. With people always troping in to see him for medical advice.

Yet he was ready to leave everything that he was doing for a poor nothing of a farmer.

Maybe he had mistaken the name.

But when Doctor Col came over, he bowed before Quinin acting so cautions.

"Doctor Quinin. I never knew you would come today. I have waited for you for three years." He bowed again, leaving the mouth of the receptionist gap.

"I just came to town. How's my uncle doing?"

"He's fine. I made sure that he got the finest of treatment. You want to see him right?"

Quinn nodded his head and was led over to the VIP room. Quinn could feel the hot stabs of their perplexed glance.

Doctor Col who is always acting high and mighty being so respectful to someone who looks like they had just been shipped off from the gutters.

Inside the room, an old man lay and Doctor Col waited outside. A whirlwind of emotions formed in the heart of Quinin seeing his Uncle.

The powerful man had been reduced to this state after saving his life with his mentor.

His hands clenched tightly. His uncle's life force was dropping. He had to find the five ancient Herbs to restore his vitality.

Since he was still resting, he turned around to leave.

"Thanks for taking care of my uncle." Quinin appreciated the doctor.

"It's nothing." Smiled Col awkwardly. Compared to you saving my daughter three years ago when I came knocking for help.

"Is there anything else?"

Quinin shook his head and the doctor escorted him outside with a glint of excitement to his face.

Suddenly, their path was blocked. Doctor Col looked up with a frown, his eyes interlocking with that of Doctor Ben.

"Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Walking with a farmer now. I never knew that you would fall so deep.

What now? Are you planning to stop your medical career to plant corn as you should have?"

Doctor Ben has always been jealous of Doctor Cols swift rising and would not let the chance to ridicule him escape from his grip.

"This isn't the time and place Ben. I have a guest." Doctor Col kept a subtle look to suppress his anger.

"Sure. I will let the farmer and intending farmer have their little chat. Just don't plant grains in our perfect stomachs." Ben finally tapped Col's shoulders before walking away.

Col heart dropped to the bottom of his feet, returning his gaze to where Quinin stood.

"I'm very sorry... It's just.."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Quinin brushed the issue away and Doctor Col could only nod with appreciation.

The atmosphere suddenly collapsed. A stretcher was rushed into the hall, encircled by a good number of nurses.

A lady, with creamy-like skin and full boobs, encased in glittering beauty stepped into the hall together with the stretcher.

She was no other than Lady Xerxes, the richest heiress in the city.

The director of the hospital quickly matched forward toward her. His head bowed.

"Lady, Xerxes. Be assured that we will have her taken care of right this instant." He said with a panicking gaze, his eyes searching through the hall for Doctor Col.

"I don't want words, Doctor Moses. Can you do this?" Xerxes inquired. Though she remained calm, the pale sight of the man on the stretcher sent shivers down her inside.

"I can assure you that you came to the right place for sure. And he would be back on his feet."

The director finally pulled away to meet the other doctors.

"Where's Doctor Col. We need the best hands on this."

"Trashing around with his farmer friend." Replied Ben

The hands of the director clenched tightly

"Get him here right now."

About a few moments later, Doctor Col arrived bringing a subtle calm to the heart of the director.

"This's Doctor Col. The most promising Doctor in the city."

The heiress nodded and the young man was taken to the emergency world. His vitals were taken and a couple of tests were run.

The test results drew the color off the face of the Col, he pulled his hands quickly off from the patient.

"Is there anything wrong doctor?"

"He has Haitus. We can't help him." His gaze, together with the rest of the doctors in the room fell as he spoke.