My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence

Chapter 152: Did The Corpse Just Come Back To Life?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Quack! You quack.”

The man looked furious. He yelled at Peony with red eyes.

He lunged forward, grabbed Peony by the collar, and slapped her around a dozen times.

Slap... “My dad was breathing just now, but he stopped breathing after you inserted your needles.”

Slap… “And you say you didn’t kill him?”

Slap... “Give my father back his life!”

Slap... “I’ll sue you and make sure you go to jail!”

Peony was dazed from the beating. Seeing that his wife was being slapped, Armstrong tried to stop the man but was also slapped in the process.

Peony roared like a shrew. “How dare you slap me?

“How dare you slap me again?

“Your father already seemed like a short-lived man. He deserved to die. What does that have to do with me?

“He had a stroke at such an old age, so he was bound to die. I tried to save him out of kindness. I just failed to save him. Why did you slap me?”

“Why did you chime in earlier? That young man just now said he could save my dad.” The man slapped Peony again. “I only believed you because you showed me that medical license with the stamp of the Alternative Medicine Association on it.

“If that young man had treated him, maybe my dad would have lived.”

Covering his face, Armstrong roared, “That Clarence is our useless son-in-law. Your dad would have only died faster if you had let Clarence save him!”

“How dare you!

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“I’ll beat you to death.

“You old couple!” With red eyes, the man lunged at Armstrong.

Armstrong had worked out regularly for years. He had just been slapped, so he was now full of fury and very reluctant to admit defeat.

The two wrestled with each other. Though the man was younger, Armstrong was ferocious. He stubbornly took the brunt of the man’s punch and managed to kick him hard in the chest.

The scene was chaotic for a moment.

Some people called the hospital, while others called the police.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. “Your father will really die if you keep making such a scene.”

Clarence had just left with Cecilia, but he had had second thoughts about it.

If Peony treated the old man the same way she usually treated strokes, he would die for sure.

Clarence had returned from leaving just in time to see the fight.

When the man saw that Clarence had returned, he knelt at Clarence’s feet as if he was clutching at straws. “Can you save my father, sir?”

Peony and Armstrong stood a distance away, clutching their swollen faces. “Clarence, what are you doing back here?

“Are you here to laugh at us?

“So what if you came to laugh at us, little loser? Resurrect the dead man if you have the balls, and if you can, I’ll immediately kneel, kowtow, and apologize to you. If you can’t, then f*ck off!” Peony glared at Clarence as if he was her worst enemy.

Clarence ignored Peony and pointed to a nearby bucket. “Go get a bucket of cold water.”

“Why?”

The man was stunned.

Clarence was slightly annoyed. “Do you want to save your dad or not?

“If you want to save him, do it at once.”

“Okay, okay, okay!”

The man dared not waste time. He picked up the bucket that the old men in the park used for calligraphy, rushed to a fountain in the distance, and filled the bucket up with cold water.

“Sir, what do we do now?

“Splash it on him!”

Clarence pointed at the old man on the ground.

“Huh?”

The man looked blankly at Clarence, almost crying. “Sir, it’s unfilial for you to make me pour cold water on my dad’s body when he’s already dead.”

“Yeah, young man. That’s not very kind of you.”

“Even if he scolded you just now, do you have to retaliate like this?”

“His father’s already dead, yet you’re making him pour cold water on his dad’s body. Isn’t this disrespectful to the dead?”

“Oh, public morals are degenerating with each passing day. The young man’s filial. How could he do such a thing?”

The elderly men and women around them were outraged. They stepped forward to condemn Clarence.

Peony and Armstrong remained silent, standing aside coldly and waiting for the show to begin.

They did not believe that Clarence would be able to save the old man.

He was already dead. Peony had taken his pulse and found that the old man’s heart had stopped beating. How could Clarence possibly save him?

Clarence frowned. “Are you the doctor, or am I?”

He looked back at the man. “Are you going to do it or not?”

The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man. “Dad, forgive me for being unfilial. I’m just trying to save you.

“Bear with me. I’ll make sure you have extra clothes on during the funeral so you won’t feel cold.”

With that said, the man made up his mind. He threw the bucket of water at the old man on the ground.

“Ow!”

The old man shivered and screamed.

“Ahh...”

“The corpse has come back to life.”

The crowd of onlookers recoiled in horror. Even Peony and Armstrong ran a dozen steps away before glancing back.

Several women with weak legs sat down on the ground in fear, trembling and pointing at the old man that had come back alive. Even their teeth were chattering.

Clarence was speechless. “Ma’am, how are you so nosy if you have such weak legs?”

“The corpse has come back to life... The corpse has come back to life...”

One of the women was pale.

Clarence explained, “It’s not a corpse coming back to life. I told you, the old man was poisoned in addition to having a stroke.

“The toxin invaded his heart just now. Then, the acupuncture triggered it and made him go into cardiac arrest.

“If he had been in a hospital, a cardiac pacemaker would have woken him up.”

“This isn’t a hospital, so there’s no medical equipment around. The old man was just suffering from suspended animation, so his body was still warm. We just had to splash cold water on him. He’ll shudder once he feels cold, which will make his muscles contract, and get his heart to start beating again.”

There was a look of enlightenment on everyone’s faces after listening to Clarence’s explanation.

“I see.”

“So that’s how it works.”

The men and women looked at Clarence in awe, seeing him as practically a miracle doctor.

Peony opened her mouth but had nothing to say. She had just said she would kneel and kowtow to Clarence if he could indeed resurrect the old man.

“No, he didn’t die, so Clarence didn’t resurrect him.

“Of course it doesn’t count,” muttered Peony as she comforted herself.

Armstrong knew his wife’s character, so he just shook his head with a wry smile.

Clarence did not delay further. A life was at stake, and the old man was already in grave danger.

Clarence lunged forward, pulled out all the silver needles Peony had previously inserted into the old man’s body, and re-inserted them at different acupoints.

“Blargh...”

The old man suddenly squatted on the ground, throwing up violently.

A lot of half-digested food poured out.

Clarence glanced at it. “Okay, the source of the poison is out, so it’s now time to treat the stroke.”

Clarence looked back at Peony. “Peony, I need to borrow something.”

Peony stared at Clarence warily and stepped back. “What do you want, little loser?”

Armstrong covered his wife. “Clarence, behave yourself.

“If you do anything in broad daylight, I’ll call the police and arrest you.

“And Miranda won’t forgive you if you hit us.”