Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

After Fang Yu finished showing off, his gaze fell on the teenager.

"What's his name?"

After being busy for so long, he still didn't know the kid's name.

Xu Zhaopei, having collected her wits, replied, "We don't know his name either. He was dumped at the hospital entrance. Li Dabai saw him and took pity, so he picked him up."

Fang Yu replied with a faint smile, "Li Dabai really is such a virtue-signaler... Alright, we'll just call you Little White."

Little White together with Big White, a pair of fools. Who knows if this is fortune or calamity.

Xu Zhaopei nodded, it was quite nice to call him that for now.

But speaking of which—

If it weren't for Fang Yu, Little White would be dead. Even if the hospital had the ability to treat Little White, someone had to pay for it. With nobody to claim him, probably only Fang Yu would dare to treat him so boldly.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhaopei's look towards Fang Yu gained a hint of admiration.

"Don't look at me with such adoration," said Fang Yu.

"Get lost," Xu Zhaopei rolled her eyes; this guy always sticks to his own ways, never serious.

Fang Yu put away his frivolous expression and said, "Little White's condition is stable for now. He must continue to take the medicine I prescribed earlier. Additionally, I need someone on a 24-hour watch, without a single mistake allowed."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaopei frowned slightly.

"24-hour care without a single mistake, this..."

"Can't do it?" Fang Yu was slightly taken aback.

"After all, Hua Hospital is a private hospital, and everyone here works regular jobs, nine to five. And continuous 24-hour care is more than anyone can handle," Xu Zhaopei said.

That's true.

After all, everyone works for a paycheck.

Fang Yu had a thought, a person came to mind, and he said, "Call Big White over."

Xu Zhaopei thought it over, found him really suitable, and quickly instructed someone outside to bring Big White in.

In a short while, Li Dabai arrived in the ward.

Looking at the burly Li Dabai, Fang Yu couldn't help but click his tongue.

He hadn't paid much attention before, but observing closely, this guy really had the potential to be a simpleton, with an unmistakable look of honesty and simplicity.

"Brother Yu," greeted Li Dabai respectfully.

"Li Dabai, watch over this person 24 hours without any mistakes. Can you do it?" Fang Yu got straight to the point.

Without a word, Li Dabai stood up straight, vowing confidently, "I can!"

"Good."

Fang Yu turned to look at Xu Zhaopei and said, "If there's any problem, notify me immediately."

"Mhm."

The two left the ward, and Li Dabai found a chair to sit on, like a soldier, sitting upright and staring unwaveringly at Little White on the bed.

...

...

The next day, in the morning.

Outside the Sun Family's courtyard.

Old Master Sun and Sun Junzhong stood straight, looking intently into the distance.

They received news that the Zhao Family had sent people ahead of schedule.

Originally, Sun Junzhong planned to visit Xu Liu, Xu Zhaopei's grandfather, but now he had to abandon the idea.

According to prior thoughts, the Zhao Family's connection was much more important than the Xu Family's!

At that moment, one luxury car after another appeared in view.

Protected by black sedans at the front and back, the middle cars were either Maseratis or Ferraris.

Clearly, the guards were in the lead cars.

"Grandfather, Young Master Zhao has arrived!"

Sun Guoting squinted his eyes but they flashed sharply, exuding vitality, and said, "Good! We must not be negligent."

The cars stopped, and from the black sedans, many people emerged, all uniformly dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses.

From the car in the middle, a young man stepped out.

The young man was handsome, with a sharpness in his eyes.

This is Zhao Wuyan, the grandson of Zhao Youdao from one of Yanjing's three great Martial Arts Families, the Zhao Family.

...

Sun Guoting hurried forward to greet him, politely saying, "Young Master Zhao, I've failed to meet you from afar, please come inside, this way please!"

Zhao Wuyan, with good manners, said, "I am but a junior, and for the elder to meet me personally at the door, it's more than I deserve."

As he said this, his peripheral vision glanced towards Sun Junzhong standing behind Sun Guoting.

The implication was clear: although we're of the same age, our statuses differ.

This feeling made Sun Junzhong uncomfortable. In Jiangzhou, it was always he who held sway over others. Today was the first time he found himself being suppressed.

But—

How could he not be, when the person before him was a descendant of the Yanjing Martial Arts Family!

"Young Master Zhao is a talented youth of Yanjing. I am old and had no opportunity to catch up with you. It is my honor to meet you in person."

"Master Sun overpraises me. As for talented youths, as far as I know, Sun Junzhong of the Sun Family is also a dragon among men. I have indeed been looking forward to meeting you," Zhao Wuyan said indifferently.

Hearing this, Sun Guoting said sternly, "Junzhong, aren't you going to say hello?"

Sun Junzhong was extremely adept at biding his time. He quickly came forward and said: "Greetings, Young Master Zhao!"

"Brother Sun, I'm younger than you; just call me little brother," Zhao Wuyan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Sun Junzhong was taken aback.

"Young Master Zhao jests. How dare I claim to be brothers with you?"

Old Master Sun Guoting breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Though the words seemed simple, a slight misstep could provoke enmity. After all, Zhao Wuyan was from the Yanjing Martial Arts Family, and Sun Junzhong hadn't even entered the realm of Martial Arts. It was definitely inappropriate for him to claim brotherhood with Zhao Wuyan.

"Young Master Sun is too serious."

Watching the younger men's vigorous exchange, Sun Guoting quickly mediated, "Why don't we move this conversation inside, Young Master Zhao? There are many things to discuss with you."

Zhao Wuyan nodded and said cheerfully, "Then I'll trouble the two of you to lead the way."

...

...

Having returned to his room, Fang Yu continued his cultivation.

An hour later, he opened his eyes.

This time, he did not continue his practice. Instead, he went out onto the balcony and gazed into the distance—

Fang Yu sighed softly, "Ye Wenjun, where on earth are you?"

"If you don't show up soon, I might end up giving my affection to someone else."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed Fan Tong's number.

As soon as the call connected, Fang Yu immediately said, "Skip the small talk, have you found any information on Ye Wenjun?"

On the other end of the line, Fan Tong was taken aback for a moment before sighing and said, "Boss, let's make it clear first, don't get angry."

"Speak!"

"I've checked. There's no such person in either Jiangzhou or Yanjing..." Fan Tong said with certainty.

"Impossible." Fang Yu knew there had to be something.

"That leaves only one possibility... This person must be backed by a significant power that has completely concealed her information. Let me think..." Fan Tong fell silent for a moment, "Ye Wenjun... Boss, the woman you're looking for, could she be from one of Yanjing's three great families?"

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

"I'm not sure. I only know her name..."

Based on Fan Tong's analysis, if someone had that much energy to hide information, then this person must be extraordinary.

Could it be...

Really from the Ye Family of Yanjing?

Fang Yu couldn't be certain, because apart from the Fang Family being wiped out overnight, he had never had any contact with the three great families of Yanjing.

Both the Zhao Family and the Jin Family had been involved in that massacre... but not the Ye Family.

Strange, could it be that the Ye Family is not an enemy, but a friend?

With that thought, Fang Yu said gently, "You've worked hard during this time. There's no need to continue the search."

"Boss, why be so formal with me... Remember back when—"

Click!

Fang Yu hung up the phone.

...

On the other end of the phone.

"What?"

"Mother of Autumn! Gourd!"

"Boss?"

"Wuu, the boss is so heartless, ignoring me again."

...

In a small courtyard in Jiangzhou.

A middle-aged man was lying on a Taishi chair, fanning himself.

Suddenly, an elderly man appeared with a flash.

This elderly man was the same one who had warned Fang Yu not to go to Yanjing that day.

Seeing the middle-aged man, he was very respectful and said, "I have found out for sure, that Fang Yu is the Iron Fist King of past years and the only living descendant of the Fang Family now."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped rocking his chair, a trace of surprise flickering in the corner of his eye.