Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

In the afternoon, Fang Yu was idling alone in the duty room. He picked up a book to read for a while but felt bored soon after. He saw a few nurses snapping photos with their smartphones eagerly. Thinking about it, he pulled out his shabby phone.

"It does seem a bit outdated."

Time to get a new phone.

Just then a nurse passed by, and Fang Yu stopped her, saying, "Nurse...hold on."

The young nurse giggled shyly and asked, "Doctor Fang, did you...call me?"

Fang Yu smiled and asked, "Which phone is good nowadays?"

The nurse was taken aback, then said, "Definitely the Apple X, but it's just too expensive, costing almost ten thousand!"

Ten thousand?

That expensive!

However, since returning to Jiangzhou, Fang Yu hadn't really experienced modern technology fully; if he didn't buy a good phone, he wouldn't be doing himself justice.

But his own salary was only a few thousand a month, buying a phone that costs over ten thousand would take several months' salary.

Who can wait that long!

Fang Yu asked the nurse secretly, "How much is your salary?"

The nurse made a bitter face, lamenting, "Ah, my monthly salary is only about five or six thousand, and with the year-end bonus and other benefits, it averages less than eight thousand... not as much as you all... Doctor Fang, you became the director and haven't treated us to a meal yet."

Hearing this, Fang Yu almost exploded on the spot.

What do you mean only five or six thousand, I only make three to four thousand!

What kind of world is this, where a director of the traditional Chinese medicine department earns less than a nurse?

So, is Dean Wu, that old geezer, exploiting me?

A strong sense of injustice made Fang Yu's expression look a bit odd.

"Doctor Fang, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

...

Back in the duty room, Fang Yu sighed; relying on his salary to buy a new phone was not going to work. He had to think of another way... How could he get some money?

Right, Jiang Wei!

As Jiang Wei's personal doctor, he made over twenty thousand a month; if he could get an advance on his salary, wouldn't that be enough? He could even have some to spare.

With that thought, Fang Yu couldn't wait and immediately dialed Jiang Wei's number.

"President Jiang, can I get an advance on my salary? I'm running short this month," Fang Yu started complaining as soon as the call connected.

Jiang Wei frowned and asked, "How much do you need?"

"Twenty thousand... oh no, of course, the more the better."

"Take an advance of ten thousand for now, I'm in a meeting and will transfer it to you privately when it ends," Jiang Wei said.

"Thank you, boss!"

...

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yu felt revitalized.

"That old geezer, giving me such low wages, I strongly demand a strike!"

Saying that, Fang Yu hummed and walked downstairs.

It's not like the Traditional Chinese Medicine department had many patients anyway.

...

Meanwhile, when Dean Wu learned that Fang Yu had skipped work, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hey... this little brat doesn't take his job seriously!"

While cursing, his eyes were whirling.

"This guy's medical skill is so good, it's not right for him to be idle all day... we need to create some fame for him."

Once his fame spread, there'd be no worry about lacking patients.

Thinking this, Dean Wu smiled like a crafty plotter.

...

...

Just as Fang Yu left the hospital, a luxury car drove down the street. Fang Yu, who had driven plenty of luxury cars before, recognized at a glance that it was a top-tier Ferrari.

As the car stopped, a man in a suit wearing sunglasses got out.

"Are you Fang Yu?"

Fang Yu was taken aback, as he didn't know this wealthy individual, and the man's arrogant demeanor was somewhat off-putting.

"Sorry, I'm not seeing patients today."

The man in sunglasses chuckled and said, "I'm not here for medical treatment. My grandfather wants to see you, please come with me..."

"Wow, there are tons of people who want to meet me every day, who is your grandfather ranked as?" Fang Yu taunted.

Upon hearing Fang Yu speak so rudely, the man in sunglasses' expression changed, and he said a bit angrily:

"Damn it, if it weren't for my grandfather telling me to be polite, I would beat you up!"

Fang Yu rolled his eyes and said:

"A good dog doesn't stand in the way, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Hold on, you must come with me!" The man in sunglasses directly blocked Fang Yu.

"Hey, don't you understand human language? No meeting!"

The man in sunglasses, holding back his anger and feeling his teeth itch with rage, had to forcibly suppress his anger and said, "My grandfather said that he must see you. He said that once you see this token, you will definitely go—"

The man took out a brown wooden token from his pocket.

It was very simple and primitive, engraved with patterns.

Fang Yu only glanced at it and was immediately taken aback, grabbing it and flipping it from side to side—

Sure enough, right in the center of the front, there was an ancient seal character: [陆].

Why is this token in Jiangzhou?

Fang Yu couldn't believe it, a million thoughts flashing through his mind.

He put away his cynical smile and said, "Take me to him."

...

...

In the most bustling area of Jiangzhou, a place known for its extortionate land prices, there stood a detached villa that only the wealthy could afford.

The building was not flamboyant, on the contrary, it was very simple and low-key. But the spacious garden and the primitive style made one not doubt its value.

At this moment, a Ferrari stopped outside the gate.

Passersby pointed and commented—

"Isn't that the car of the Young Master of the Gu Family?"

"Yes, the young master Gu is very filial, he often comes to see his grandfather."

"He's rich and has good character. I wish I could marry someone like him."

"Dream on, he's not short of women."

...

The car door opened—

"Eh? Who is that with young master Gu?"

"Don't know him, his dress looks a bit tacky!"

"Could it be someone trying to ingratiate themselves with young master Gu? Look... young master Gu just glared at him."

"Right, young master Gu really dislikes this person."

"There's too much of a gap, how can this person stand next to young master Gu?"

...

At the gate.

The man in sunglasses was young master Gu, as referred to by the passersby.

Young master Gu disdainfully glanced at Fang Yu and said:

"Stop looking, even if you struggle for a hundred generations, you couldn't afford this estate... My grandfather allowing you to come here is already a blessing you obtained from your eight past lives!"

Fang Yu rolled his eyes and responded:

"It is quite grand... Rich people really can do what they want... But, have you ever asked your grandfather why he wants to meet me?"

"Whatever, I've inquired already, aren't you just skilled in acupuncture? My grandfather is old, it's not strange he wants to see a doctor!" young master Gu analyzed, which is why he had personally gone to fetch Fang Yu, showing how filial he was.

"I really admire your logic. If I were your grandfather, I'd smack you to death!" Fang Yu chuckled sarcastically.

"Hey, who are you insulting? Looking for trouble?!" young master Gu got angry.

As the two argued—

Not far away, a firm voice came.

"Who is making all this noise!?"