"Xiaoxiao, Brother Yu isn’t a vegetarian, rest assured." Fang Yu patted his chest confidently.
Looking at Fang Yu’s confident deanor, Jiang Xiaoxiao rembered the scene from the afternoon at Old Master Xu’s birthday banquet—Fang Yu had knocked Sun Junzhong off with a single punch.
She couldn’t help but widen her eyes.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sized up Fang Yu again, this ti like a startled little kitten, with one small hand over her mouth, looking him up and down.
"Could it be... you’re involved in the underworld?"
Her eyes also lit up.
From a young age, she never liked studying seriously, everything went smoothly under her sister’s arrangents. In fact, she loved those violent and thrilling scenes.
Fang Yu saw these thoughts in her eyes and tapped her little head—
"It seems all my talking just now was in vain... You must study hard in the future, don’t follow my path."
Jiang Xiaoxiao, dissatisfied with the tap, pouted, "No way—"
This girl, in the rebellious phase of her tender years, often skipped classes and even hung out with girls to bully boys. On the surface, she appeared to be a well-behaved girl, but deep down, she harbored a fascination for gangsters, typical of soone who watched too many Hong Kong gangster movies.
"Little brat, what are you thinking about all day?" Fang Yu wanted to dispel her dreadful thoughts.
"You’re the little one, your whole family is little, I’ll be an adult next year!" Jiang Xiaoxiao retorted vehently.
"Alright, alright. You’re not little... So tell , why did you think of borrowing money from ?" Fang Yu asked.
"I’m out of money. Since last month, the allowance you gave has been a lot less. It’s totally not enough." Jiang Xiaoxiao complained.
"Your sister is really unreasonable, how can she reduce a child’s money. You’re attending school; you need several thousand a month, right? If I were your sister, I’d give you at least five thousand a month for spending," Fang Yu said, thinking himself quite generous.
"——"
Jiang Xiaoxiao widened her eyes at this oddball. This guy really seed like he had never seen the world—not only was he poor, but also so stingy...
"Please, my sister now gives fifty thousand a month for allowance," Jiang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.
"——" Fang Yu was stunned.
Damn, the rich really are capricious. Fifty thousand still isn’t enough?
"Get out, get out! Can’t talk in this mood..." Fang Yu eventually pushed her out and locked the door.
...
...
The next day, when Fang Yu arrived at the hospital, he felt that everyone was looking at him differently.
Fang Yu grabbed a nurse from the day before and asked:
"Is there sothing on my face?"
The nurse covered her mouth and said, "Nothing... Fang Yu, you look very handso today... You and Doctor Xu are a perfect match."
"Exactly, you two are a match made in heaven."
"Fang Yu, when will you give out wedding candies? I can’t wait!"
"Congratulations, congratulations, may you have children soon..."
"——"
Fang Yu rolled his eyes helplessly.
Whose big mouth passed around the news of the engagent yesterday?
"Brother Yu, Brother Yu..." Not far away, Li Dabai ca running over with an honest face.
"What do you want?" Fang Yu felt besieged.
Li Dabai fumbled and pulled out a crinkly red envelope from his pocket, one glance was enough to tell that it contained more than a hundred yuan—a red note and several smaller bills...
At first, he found Li Dabai kind of amusing and a bit silly.
But seeing that crumpled money, Fang Yu was touched.
So had billions, yet wouldn’t even give you a hundred... So only had a hundred, but were willing to give it all to you.
Fang Yu didn’t laugh, but patted Li Dabai’s shoulder and said, "We’re not married yet, no need for a red envelope."
"But..." Li Dabai wanted to give.
"Big White, keep the money. I’m soone who needs big money..." Fang Yu pushed his hand away.
Otherwise, Li Dabai would never put it away.
Sure enough, Li Dabai gave an awkward smile, and had to pocket the money.
...
At that mont, Dean Wu waved from afar at Fang Yu: "Little Fang, co to my office."
"Coming right away."
...
Upon reaching Dean Wu’s office, he found his expression rather serious, not looking very happy.
Fang Yu sat down on the sofa opposite the desk and asked:
"Dean, what’s troubling you?"
Dean Wu sighed and said with a furrowed brow, "A strange disease has been discovered in the western suburbs near Jiangzhou."
Fang Yu exclaid in surprise, "Do you know what disease it is?"
"I don’t know," Dean Wu said. "I called you here to ask you a question."
"Go ahead," Fang Yu was nonchalant.
"What is your ambition?" Dean Wu asked.
"Ambition?" Fang Yu squinted and smiled, "A farr’s wife, mountain springs, a bit of field... Does that count as ambition?"
Dean Wu rolled his eyes, "I’m being serious here... With your dical skills, I’m sure you can greatly promote traditional Chinese dicine. Haven’t you ever thought of becoming a leader in the field of traditional Chinese dicine?"
"I haven’t thought about it."
"——"
Dean Wu was speechless. "I hope you can aspire to sothing greater, to carry this banner."
"It’s too heavy, I can’t carry it." Fang Yu shrugged.
"Hey... All this talk, and you haven’t listened to a word?" Dean Wu stared at Fang Yu, "With your brilliant dical skill, it would be such a pity not to spread it."
"If it’s a pity, then so be it. I’m not Jesus."
"You—little bastard, I’m asking you to promote Chinese dical culture, not to be Jesus!" Dean Wu pleaded earnestly, "Nowadays, patients don’t believe in traditional Chinese dicine; your departnt only sees a few patients a day... Western dicine prevails, everyone goes for Western dicine... Why is Chinese dicine in decline? Isn’t it because there are too many frauds in traditional Chinese dicine?"
Hearing this, Fang Yu nodded, it made a lot of sense.
"Our ancestors left sothing greater than Western dicine. Wouldn’t it be a pity if it’s not promoted?" Dean Wu added.
"Yeah, it is quite a pity," Fang Yu replied.
"That’s it, Little Fang, your skills in traditional Chinese dicine have already reached the peak, you can definitely carry this big banner," Dean Wu flattered.
"That’s true."
Dean Wu saw that he was listening and couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased and asked, "Little Fang, what is your dream after all?"
"Dream?"
Seems like I just ntioned it.
Rough words, reasonable logic.
Marry a beautiful wife, find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and live a good life.
Also, to master the Nine Layer Divine Dragon Technique.
Kill all those who hard the Fang Family back then!
Yes, and to earn loads of money.
...
Dreams, seems like I have quite a few.
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