Urban Supernatural Medical Saint Chapter 4 Are You Sick?

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Xu Zhaopei really couldn’t understand how a dying person could be healed with just two acupuncture needles! This contradicted all the dical theories she had learned over the years!

"Your eyes tell that you still don’t fully trust my superior dical skills. Well, you will never understand the wonders of traditional Chinese dicine in your lifeti!"

"I—"

"Alright, no need to explain." Fang Yu seriously looked at Xu Zhaopei and asked, "Where is my office?"

Xu Zhaopei raised her hand and pointed upstairs.

Fang Yu stretched lazily and declared righteously, "I have decided, I want to shine here, dedicate my youth and life. Like a silkworm weaving until its death, like a candle burning to ashes! There should be more just and kind people like in society to contribute to socialism! Keep it up!"

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, leaving Xu Zhaopei in a daze.

This... Is this still the Divine Doctor who just revived soone? Are you sure he’s not a clown sent by monkeys?

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At noon, Fang Yu familiarized himself with the work in the nurses’ duty room.

While he was busy, President Wu Cunzhong ca with a smile on his face.

"President?"

"Fang, I owe you big today! You saved Director Jiang’s life, and also our hospital!" Wu Cunzhong gratefully took Fang Yu’s hands.

"President, are you here to thank ?"

Wu Cunzhong was suddenly stunned.

"Is there a bonus?" asked Fang Yu.

"Ah?" Wu Cunzhong appeared embarrassed.

"Since I’ve made such a significant contribution, the hospital should at least give so bonus. If it’s inconvenient for the hospital, you can secretly give a red envelope."

"The hospital has rules, opposes giving red envelopes secretly, we must comply with the hospital regulations! Don’t try those tricks." Wu Cunzhong said, righteously.

"None at all?"

"This..."

"What are you thanking for then... With my dical skills, not just in Hua University Hospital, I could easily get into the best hospital in Yanjing. I’ve made such a great contribution, making a request isn’t too much, right?"

"What request?" President Wu hesitated.

"Maybe appoint as the head of traditional Chinese dicine. A strong man like working as a nurse, if this gets out, it would embarrass the hospital," Fang Yu complained.

"Uh..." Wu Cunzhong beca even more embarrassed.

That director position isn’t sothing just anyone can hold; you need a dical license, a legitimate dical diploma, and many years of dical experience.

"Fang, I really need to think about this..."

"You don’t have the authority to decide? Then why did you co to thank , go away..." Fang Yu pushed Wu Cunzhong out of the duty room.

President Wu’s face turned livid. This young rascal is just like the rumors said, wasn’t he supposed to have beco more mature over these eight years? Old Fang, you’re trying to trap !

Right then—

Xu Zhaopei arrived outside the duty room and greeted President Wu.

"President Wu, you’re here too."

Wu Cunzhong coughed and spoke sternly, "Xu, Director Jiang has just woken up. You must keep a close eye and ensure no mistakes occur."

"Jiang Wei’s condition has stabilized. With proper care, there shouldn’t be any major issues," Xu Zhaopei said.

President Wu was stunned. Just a mont ago, she was struggling on the edge of life and death, and now suddenly stable. Could it be that Fang Yu’s dical skills are really that advanced?

"I’ll go check on her myself." President Wu left with a swish of his sleeve.

Xu Zhaopei glanced at the nurse’s duty room, then pushed the door open.

Fang Yu looked up, surprised. "Why are you coming to our area?"

Xu Zhaopei was startled but mustered up her courage and asked, "I just rembered sothing. Although your surna isn’t Sun, the Sun Family takes in disciples! Did you learn your dical skills from them?"

"What do you want?"

"I just want to know if your master is Sun Qing."

"None of your business!" Fang Yu sat down, spreading his hands.

"You—"

Xu Zhaopei, boiling with anger, thought of herself as the Hospital Flower and had never been treated so poorly, but rembering that matter, she bit back her anger and said, "I want to learn traditional Chinese dicine."

"Are you sick?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes. An assistant director of surgery, who previously didn’t believe in traditional Chinese dicine, now suddenly claiming to want to learn it—who would believe that?

Xu Zhaopei was taken aback, stuttering, "You... you can tell?"

No way?

This girl must be really sick.

Fang Yu got up and ca next to Xu Zhaopei, scrutinizing her carefully.

"Nothing seriously wrong, right?"

Xu Zhaopei, already embarrassed, now felt even more embarrassed.

Fang Yu grew more puzzled, swiftly grabbed her small hand, and, checking her wrist pulse, suddenly understood.

"Disorder?"

Being directly confronted with her concerns, Xu Zhaopei bashfully lowered her head.

"This... I’ve heard that traditional Chinese dicine can cure it... can you, treat it?" Xu Zhaopei asked in a low voice.

"Child’s play," Fang Yu assured, patting his chest.

"Really?" Xu Zhaopei, also a doctor, would have cured herself long ago if it were as simple as he claid.

"Do you want to know?" Fang Yu gave a sly smile.

"Yes—"

"I won’t tell you."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaopei pouted her lips, huffing, "Are you going to tell or not?"

"Actually, the thod is very simple—it’s just—"

Suddenly—

Whoosh!

Another kick flew through the air.

How could Fang Yu, who had trained before, be soone Xu Zhaopei could overco—not even Fang Yu from eight years ago!

"Ah— you!"

Xu Zhaopei’s face twisted in pain, her eyes quickly reddening, tears almost falling.

Fang Yu quickly let go.

This woman can’t take a joke.

Xu Zhaopei seized the mont and pinched Fang Yu’s arm hard, then dashed out of the duty room.

Ah— she really knows how to hit hard!