Chapter Two

“Trust me, it won’t be long before you can stand again,” Ouyang Feng continued.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I’m sorry—I’m already married,” Chen Xingxin replied.

Ouyang Feng said, “I know, but I don’t mind. I am currently the general manager of Beijiang Pharmaceuticals. Whatever you need, just tell me. As long as you agree to be my girlfriend, that’s all I ask.”

Chen Kangjian and Wu Mei exchanged glances.

Beijiang Pharmaceuticals was a major company.

Being the general manager was certainly no small position; surely he made several million a year.

That meant Ouyang Feng was undoubtedly a wealthy man.

“I’m sorry,” Chen Xingxin said, forcefully freeing her hand.

What did he mean by that? Flirting with someone’s wife right in front of her husband? Even the movies wouldn’t dare show such a thing.

Standing to the side, Luo Fancheng couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted, “Who do you think you are? Get lost!”

Ouyang Feng finally turned around, fixing Luo Fancheng with a deep look. “Hmph. You poor, useless fool—do you think you can compete with me? I will never give up on Chen Xingxin.”

“Get out, now!” Luo Fancheng roared.

Ouyang Feng shrugged indifferently, swaggering past Luo Fancheng. He looked back with a smile, “Uncle, Aunt, if you need anything, just contact me. I’ll give Xingxin the best support!”

Chen Kangjian and Wu Mei watched Ouyang Feng’s departing figure, new thoughts blossoming in their hearts.

Chen Xingxin, tears streaming down her cheeks, trembling, looked at Luo Fancheng and said, “Fancheng, you must believe me.”

“You two should divorce,” Chen Kangjian suddenly declared. “As general manager of Beijiang Pharmaceuticals, his assets must amount to tens of millions. Since he’s interested in you, following him would surely be better than sticking with Luo Fancheng, who’s just a security guard and a waste. And your legs… You’d have a chance to recover!”

Mother-in-law Wu Mei chimed in, “I agree. If you follow Ouyang Feng, our family’s Xingfan could benefit too, and wouldn’t have to work so hard every day.”

Work hard?

He spent his days drinking, gambling, idling about, borrowing money to rent luxury cars to impress women, never holding a job. Over the past three years, Chen Xingxin had secretly given him four hundred thousand, most of her income from live-streaming went straight to him.

Luo Fancheng’s gaze grew colder.

“The Chen family… Very well!”

Luo Fancheng stared icily at the three people before him, then stepped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

He left the apartment complex, glanced at the setting sun, and clenched his fists.

After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out his phone and found the number marked as “Senior Sister,” Ye Wan.

Before he could speak, Ye Wan said first, “Master has gone traveling; before leaving, he said three years are up and you’re allowed to use medical skills, but you can’t reveal your identity.”

He’d thought his trial would end in failure this time—truly, the old man had foreseen it all.

A smile broke across Luo Fancheng’s face as he hurriedly replied, “Yes, Senior Sister.”

Now that he could use his medical skills, what was there to worry about? The disciple of a Medical Immortal was not someone to be trifled with.

“Oh, Master also said the Medical Immortal Hall on Kunlun Mountain is in disrepair and hopes you can earn ten billion to fix it up,” Ye Wan added with a giggle.

What a huge pit!

To pay twenty thousand and owe ten billion—losing a watermelon for a sesame seed?

Luo Fancheng replied meekly, “I—I’ll do my best.”

After hanging up, he checked the time. It was about time to head to work, but today he’d go straight to resign. Now that he could use his medical skills, whether he worked or not hardly mattered—he didn’t need the money.

Luo Fancheng worked at Shenghua Hospital in Jianglan City, a secondary hospital.

This job had been arranged three years ago by Chen Xingxin, who had asked a man named Liu Changsheng from her live-stream to help out. Liu was an intermediary.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he saw the corridor outside the emergency room packed with people.

From experience, this likely meant a failed rescue had led to a medical disturbance, and as a security guard, it was his duty to protect the medical staff.

As he slipped into the crowd, he heard a man in his forties, dressed in black, shouting, “Damn it, refund our money!”

“This lousy hospital can’t save lives and still dares to charge?”

By the door, a leading doctor in his fifties replied, “The patient’s chest was pierced by a knife, causing massive bleeding. Combined with the late arrival, the chances of recovery were already low.”

This was Liu Tianji, head of the emergency department at Shenghua Hospital. Aside from the director, few in the hospital possessed greater medical skill.

The man in black continued, “If your skills aren’t up to par, you shouldn’t run a hospital. Hospitals like yours, ruining lives for profit, shouldn’t exist.”

“I’ll find reporters and expose you. A bunch of quacks, only interested in money.”

At his words, the crowd behind him began to echo and shout, their anger so fierce it seemed as though they would level Shenghua Hospital if they didn’t get a satisfactory explanation.

Liu Tianji’s eyes were red. With decades of experience, he said, “You can say my skills aren’t enough, for medicine is a field without limits, but you cannot accuse me of ruining lives for profit.”

At that moment, his assistant, unable to bear it any longer, shouted angrily, “In this situation, even a god couldn’t save him!”

The man in black remained defiant. “You think not saving people is justified? Today, we’ll root out the harm—beat up you useless quacks!”

With those words, dozens surged forward, chaos erupting.

From within the crowd, someone shouted several times, “Security! Where’s security?”

Luo Fancheng sighed to himself. Luckily, he hadn’t changed into his work uniform yet. He slipped quietly into the emergency room alone, closing the operating room door behind him.

On the operating table lay a young man in his twenties. Luo Fancheng felt his heart and pulse—both were incredibly weak, barely clinging to life.

But for Luo Fancheng, it was merely a bit troublesome. He glanced at the medical instruments, cursing, “Got too excited and forgot to bring my silver needles.”

He opened the emergency room door. The chaos outside had been brought under control; it seemed all the hospital security guards had arrived.

It was security shift change time, and the guards were armed, so stabilizing the situation was no problem.

“Does anyone here have silver needles?” Luo Fancheng asked calmly.

At his words, everyone present turned their gaze toward him.

The security guards, doctors, and nurses who knew Luo Fancheng were stunned for a moment before reacting.

A security guard asking for silver needles—what for?

Security captain Wang Dafa strode over and scolded angrily, “Luo Fancheng, what nonsense are you spouting? You’re a security guard, why do you need silver needles?”

“Do you even see what situation we’re in? Do you think with silver needles you can bring someone back from the dead?”

Everyone suddenly understood—it was just a security guard being foolish.

The man in black, subdued by security, sneered, “I suspected as much, but didn’t expect it to be true—a bunch of quacks, letting security guards play doctor now.”