Ye Wenjun ignored him.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Fang Yu rolled his eyes. Tch, if you won’t give it to , fine. I can just earn it myself.
A chief traditional Chinese dicine doctor with heaven-defying dical skills, afraid of not finding work to do?
Closing his eyes, Fang Yu muttered, "To pursue the Dao through dicine is a path destined to be wrought with hardship..."
...
The next morning.
Fang Yu groggily opened his eyes and reached out to the right, but grabbed nothing.
"Huh? Where’s my wife?"
He suddenly sat up.
The sun was already high in the sky.
"She really is so diligent," Fang Yu talked to himself, raising his rough palm and rubbing his fingers, "Pretty smooth, did I do sothing last night that was worse than a beast?"
Just as he got out of bed, his phone started ringing.
Fang Yu grabbed the phone and glanced at it, it was from Dean Wu Cunzhong.
He was taken aback, this old guy, it has been so long since he called , what’s he want now?
He answered the call, and Wu Cunzhong’s voice ca through—
"Hehe..."
"Hehe your head, spit it out quick if you have sothing to say," Fang Yu got straight to the point.
"Don’t be so hot-tempered," Wu Cunzhong laughed.
"If you don’t get to the point, I’m hanging up."
"Don’t don’t don’t... It’s like this, a friend of mine in Yanjing took in a patient who’s contracted a very strange disease, extrely tricky, and so famous figures are at their wits’ end. I was thinking, since you are in Yanjing, could you possibly..."
"Can’t!" Fang Yu flatly refused.
"Throw so face here, I’ve already bragged to my friend that I could handle it, and I can’t just..."
"You put on the act yourself, you better finish it even if you have to go on your knees," Fang Yu said with a roll of his eyes, "You owe several months’ salary and still want to work?"
"How vulgar! So utterly vulgar," Wu Cunzhong said self-righteously, the tone suddenly changing, "That patient seems to be from a wealthy family, I heard they are willing to spare no expense to find a famous doctor! If I could cure it, I’d go myself, why would it be your turn?"
Hearing this, Fang Yu paused and said, "Really?"
"If I lie to you, may I father a son without a dick!"
"Such a vicious oath, I believe you. Send their address, I’ll go," said Fang Yu.
"Alright!"
"Don’t hang up yet, what kind of disease is it that has got so many people stumped?" Fang Yu asked.
"I don’t know the details, they say it’s a blood hole in the abdon, and still bubbling... Never seen such a case in dical science."
Hearing this, Fang Yu frowned slightly.
He hung up the phone.
Such a strange disease.
A blood hole in the abdon that’s still bubbling?
Could it be... a problem with the Dantian?
Only if the Dantian generates Inner Strength could there be a phenonon of bubbles, if what Wu Cunzhong said is true, then this patient is very likely to be a Martial Artist! And not an ordinary one at that.
"It looks like I really should go take a look."
After the battle in the Forbidden City, Fang Yu was very interested in Cultivators.
Before long, a text ssage ca.
Fang Yu nodded to himself and murmured, "In the end, I still need to earn my own money."
After washing up and having breakfast, he prepared to leave.
The maid saw him about to leave, and said, "Sir, Miss said that if it’s possible, please report to Ye Family Corporation early."
Report?
Report what?
"I don’t have ti, if she cos back, tell her the man of the house has gone out to earn money to support the family."
With these words, he left the villa with a flourish.
...
Following the address in the text ssage, and after traveling for more than an hour, he arrived at the destination.
Outside the manor.
Fang Yu praised, "Dean Wu really didn’t lie to , this is a wealthy person for sure!"
Though the manor was quite run-down and hadn’t been refurbished or decorated, in Yanjing, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, to occupy such a large piece of land, that’s big spending, at least it’s a rich person’s level.
He just walked past.
The guard said, "Doctor?"
Fang Yu gave the man a disdainful glance and said, "Hurry up and get your boss to co out and et . I’m here to treat your boss."
"..."
The guard was taken aback for a mont, then sneered, "Wow, I’ve never seen such a shaless doctor. Everyone, no matter who they are, has to fill out a form and wait in line inside."
"Wait in line? What line?" Fang Yu was stunned.
The guard pointed inside the courtyard.
Through a pathway, there was a bustling crowd.
So carried ergency kits, so wore white lab coats, and others carried stethoscopes...
Fang Yu imdiately understood and cursed, "A doctor as aweso as , waiting in line? Are you kidding?!"
"If you don’t follow our rules, then please leave."
"Hey, now I’m really getting fired up!"
Just as Fang Yu was about to argue with him—
"Let him in."
Nearby, a middle-aged man over fifty, with a piercing gaze, spoke.
"That’s more like it."
Fang Yu walked up and introduced himself, "My na is Fang Yu, and I’m here to treat a patient."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I’m Wu Jingyuan, the Wu Family’s steward. Sorry about earlier... Guests are to be respected. Anyone who cos to treat the old master is an honored guest of the Wu Family."
He extended his hand and added, "Please, co inside."
Passing through the corridor.
They arrived at the gathering place.
Sure enough, they were all doctors.
They were all queuing up.
Wu Jingyuan led Fang Yu into the courtyard, then turned and left without another word.
Just then, a doctor carrying an ergency kit was driven out of the main room—
"Next doctor."
Brusquely and pressingly.
This wasn’t respect; it was outright insult.
The doctor who was driven out didn’t get angry at all; instead, he kept shaking his head, "Strange, strange..."
People nearby asked, "How did it go? Is the illness curable?"
"I can’t cure it... I can’t cure it..."
The entire room burst into laughter, pointing at him, "If you can’t cure it, then scram! You think it’s that easy to earn five million."
"Exactly, quack! Stop making excuses, and get lost!"
No sooner had these words fallen.
Another doctor was dragged out by the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper’s face was stern as he shouted, "Next!"
Fang Yu understood...
It seed they were letting every doctor have a try... Apparently, it was an urgent case.
But...
Would eminent practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine really stand in line like them?
Fang Yu stepped into the middle and said loudly:
"I am the head of traditional Chinese dicine at Jiangzhou’s major hospital, specializing in traditional Chinese dicine, especially skilled in acupuncture. Thanks to the respect of friends from Xinglin Realm, they all call Divine Doctor. Please, step aside, let take a look at this illness—"
For a mont.
The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.
The doctors in line all turned back to look at Fang Yu.
As if they were looking at an idiot.
After a brief pause, the room erupted in laughter—
"What an idiot!"
"Calling himself a Divine Doctor? Please have so sha!"
"Big brother, Divine Doctor is not a title you can just blow your own trumpet about. I am Divine Doctor Zhu from Yanjing’s Miao Shou Hall, everyone calls Divine Doctor!"
"I am the head of Western dicine surgery at Yanjing’s top three hospitals, awarded the Lasker dical Prize. If we’re talking about treating illnesses, it should be ."
"Lasker dical Prize so impressive? I myself have published thirty authoritative papers, all awarded, and treated many critically ill patients. These can all be verified on dical websites."
...
PS: The patient is not simple, huh.
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