Chapter 141: Shen Mianshuang, of Mingzhou First Hospital

"Lin Pingzhi, Ouyang Ke, hehe... these two are both unlucky fools in Jin Yong's novels, their fates get worse and worse! Handsome, that name combo of yours doesn't sound too auspicious!"

Mu Ling's utterly unreserved laughter, like a crisp wind chime, carried a unique charm amid the noisy surroundings.

"Fictional characters? No big deal. Your boss likes reading Jin Yong's wuxia novels? And the employees got influenced and read them too?" Wang Chuan asked.

"I've read them, my favorite is..." Mu Ling seemed to be in a talkative mood.

Wang Chuan's gaze had already swept quickly around the entire Card Room; not finding Shen Xiaobing's figure, he gave Li Wei a look.

Li Wei interrupted Mu Ling impatiently: "First up to Midnight, two hundred for you."

Mu Ling pouted her lips, reading off like a script: "Lighter five yuan, juice ten yuan a glass, Liqun Cigarettes twenty yuan a pack." This book is first published on ttkstw, providing you with an error-free, out-of-order chapter reading experience.

After Li Wei handed over the money, he asked: "If a dozen or so tables are all full and nobody's willing to give up their seat, we can't play, right? Will this money be refunded?"

"Refund? Not a chance."

Li Wei was quite displeased upon hearing this, and Wang Chuan also felt it was a bit unreasonable.

Seeing this, Mu Ling said: "Some people keep losing, they'll definitely stand up. If there really aren't any, well—"

Wang Chuan and the other followed the direction the girl's plump, rosy cherry lips were pouting toward, and saw a long table with six people seated at it.

"Texas Hold'em, can you play? You go over there, it seats nine, there are still three empty spots."

Near the long table was a tightly shut big door, probably a back door, or a door leading to another world entirely.

"What's that back door? The way to the Toilet?" Wang Chuan asked deliberately.

"The back door is the back door! The Toilet is outside, on the right side of the yard." the girl Mu Ling replied crisply.

Only now did Wang Chuan carefully size up this girl.

She was about twenty years old, wearing a cheap sequined camisole with a low neckline; above the cleavage of her full chest was a Scorpion Tattoo.

On her lower half were tight, ripped denim shorts that clung to her hips and thighs, so short they almost reached the root of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight yet slightly slender legs.

On her feet she shuffled a pair of flip-flops, her toenails painted with red polish.

But forming a strange contrast with this outfit were her eyes—remarkably clear and bright, like black glass soaked in a stream, brimming with spirit.

Wang Chuan glanced at the clock on the Card Room wall. "Thanks, the smoke's too thick here. I'm going to play Texas Hold'em. Brother Wei, are you coming with me, or do you want to play cards or mahjong—either works."

Li Wei's eyes went wide. 'Wang Chuan, you little punk, when did you learn to play Texas Hold'em? Lin Weiwei taught you again?'

In his past life, when Wang Chuan was at the Investment Bank, he'd steal moments of leisure to play Texas Hold'em with the company's Boss, executives, and colleagues—his skills weren't bad.

"Chuan... button up your shirt, torn clothes make you lose money easy." Li Wei almost blurted out Wang Chuan's real name, reaching out to smooth Wang Chuan's collar. "I'll come with you and see how it's played."

Mu Ling suddenly reached out and blocked Wang Chuan. "Handsome, you're so young, you really know how to play Texas Hold'em? Better not go play."

"Wait, weren't you the one who recommended it?"

Mu Ling suddenly tilted her head up and whispered near Wang Chuan's ear: "There's a casino expert in there, someone who specializes in winning money from those little bosses."

"Miss, what you're saying doesn't quite fit your role." Wang Chuan was a bit surprised inside, so he asked back.

Mu Ling pressed her lips together. "You're so young, better go back to School and study, get into college. Copying people and gambling—one day you'll die and not even know how it happened."

Li Wei shot back: "You're so young, better go back to School and study, get into college. Working at a Casino—one day you'll get caught and thrown in jail, and that'll be when you cry your eyes out."

Mu Ling frowned and snorted coldly, turned and left, thinking, 'If it weren't for you being handsome, I couldn't be bothered with you!'

"Sister Mu Ling, two glasses of orange juice, send them over there." Wang Chuan said.

He figured Mu Ling could probably get him through the back door to check things out.

The underground Casino definitely wasn't this Card Room—these were all smokescreens; behind that back door there had to be another world entirely.

Better get on good terms with Mu Ling anyway—after all, there were still forty-nine Minutes left in the hour.

Wang Chuan walked to the long table and saw the number plate—Table Nine. This was the table Copper Ox had mentioned, the one where you'd lose until you had to sell your ass.

He looked around, eyeing the six people currently at the table, trying to guess which one was the casino's expert.

Last time at the Bar, Xiao Rongyue had told him about the situation with the Tang Family Father and Son of Tang Corporation, and he learned about Tang Fei, plus Shen Mianshuang had also mentioned this person.

If he didn't get Shen Xiaobing back, Shen Mianshuang might really call Tang Fei for help—that was probably the step taken in the past life, and the next month she'd be forced to resign and leave the Hospital, and become someone's kept woman.

Wang Chuan didn't want this to happen again, and he didn't want this Tang Family son who'd had someone ambush him to get what he wanted.

Deep behind the back door, in a soundproofed Office, leather sofas and a rosewood desk were fully equipped; there was even a fridge and a freezer.

A man in a sharp suit opened the freezer, took out an Ice Cream, licked it, returned to the desk, and unhurriedly tapped numbers on a calculator.

Shen Xiaobing stood before the desk like a startled quail, his face deathly pale, his body trembling slightly.

"Xiaobing," the man blew out a smoke ring and turned the calculator screen toward him. "Come, see for yourself."

"Compound interest, not a bit more, not a bit less—exactly eighty-eight thousand. That's an auspicious number, right? Fa fa fa, look how good Big Brother is to you."

Shen Xiaobing looked at that string of numbers, his legs went weak, he nearly dropped to his knees, his voice carrying a sob: "Gou... Gou-ge... how could it be so much? I... I didn't borrow that much..."

"Black and white on paper, fingerprint and seal—you want to welch?" Lai Gou's face darkened. He slapped a Debt Note stamped with a red handprint on the table, his voice turning cold. "Forgot the Casino's rules? Or do you want to go 'cool off' in the cold storage right now?"

Shen Xiaobing shuddered in fright, shaking his head repeatedly: "I wouldn't dare! Gou-ge, I wouldn't dare!"

"Good that you don't." Lai Gou pushed over the Loan Agreement and pen he'd prepared long ago. "Sign it. I'll give you one week to scrape together eighty-eight thousand. If you can't, you know the consequences yourself."

Shen Xiaobing's trembling hand picked up the pen; the immense fear and despair nearly suffocated him.

Just as he bent over to sign, probably from too much tension, a worn wallet slipped from his back trouser pocket.

Plop—it dropped to the floor, its contents spilling out: three coins, an Identity Card, and a photograph.

The photograph showed a woman in a White Coat, with the Hospital garden as the backdrop, sunlight spilling over her, making her look extraordinarily beautiful like a flower. It was his older sister, Shen Mianshuang.

A quick-eyed underling immediately snatched up the photo and, fawning, handed it to Lai Gou: "Gou-ge, look at this."

Lai Gou had only meant to glance at it casually, but the moment he clearly saw the person in the photo, his eyes suddenly lit up!

He snatched the photo, examined it closely, his expression going from puzzlement to confirmation, finally turning into a greedy smile of having struck treasure.

"Yo! Didn't see that coming, Xiaobing." Lai Gou tapped the photo against Shen Xiaobing's face, his tone turning playful. "This chick... what's she to you? She's really pretty, and a Doctor too?"

Shen Xiaobing's heart skipped a beat, he cried inwardly that things were bad, and frantically tried to snatch it back: "She's... she's my sister... Gou-ge, give me the photo back, she's just a regular Doctor..."

"A regular Doctor?" Lai Gou burst into laughter, tucking the photo into his own pocket. "Shen Mianshuang! Doctor Shen from Mingzhou First Hospital! Right? I've got a damn good memory!"

The reason he remembered was because when he was drinking with his boss Tang Haode's son Tang Fei.

Tang Fei said he had taken a fancy to a female doctor at Mingzhou First Hospital, named Shen Mianshuang, who was exceptionally beautiful, and he hadn't gotten her yet.

At the dinner table, Tang Fei kept going on about her, and even showed him a photo.