[Urban] Desire to Heal the World (Complete) - 15

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Chapter Thirty-One of the Independent Chapter: The Famous Writer's STD

The next day, Xiao Chong asked He Yu to take him back to the clinic early.

The car stopped in front of Longxin Clinic. After Xiao Chong got out, he waved goodbye to He Yu, but He Yu threw a bulging brown paper bag out of the car. Before Xiao Chong could see what was inside, she sped away.

Xiao Chong opened the bag and found several stacks of red gold coins inside, roughly estimated at fifty or sixty thousand yuan. Xiao Chong was deeply moved and grateful. These tens of thousands of yuan were insignificant to Xiao Chong in Yuancheng, but for Xiao Chong, who was building his business in Guangcheng... But for him, it was a weighty burden, its significance profound, known only to Xiao Chong. It was truly a timely help in his time of need. He Yu knew Xiao Chong's character; if the money were given to him in person, he would surely refuse. Therefore, she had to act first and ask questions later, leaving him no chance to refuse. Such thoughtful consideration could only be made by someone deeply in love. Xiao Chong was so moved that he regretted not having made her feel truly comfortable until dawn the previous night, only for most of the night.

When Xiao Chong handed the money to Ye Yiyu,

Ye Yiyu couldn't help but ask sourly, "Are you going to work as a male prostitute?"

"What kind of male prostitute? I rarely work as a roast goose anymore!" Xiao Chong said. After reopening his half-roast goose leg business, Xiao Chong kept his promise, delegating authority to his former apprentices, promoting them to head chefs. He only checked the accounts and collected payments every other day or every few days, just like Chen Jiquan had done before. But he dared not touch a single penny of the money he received, because it wasn't his money, but Chen Jiquan's. Although he was still in the hospital, he wasn't dead yet, and thanks to the surgery Xiao Chong had performed, his condition was improving! He would be discharged in a few months.

"I meant being a gigolo, a male escort!" Ye Yiyu rolled her eyes.

"Damn, how could I do such a thing!" Xiao Chong's face flushed red at the girl's words, the other half naturally turning white.

"Otherwise, why would someone give you so much money after you slept with them for one night?" Ye Yiyu persisted.

"Well, they... lent it to me!" Xiao Chong almost blurted out that it was charity.

"The interest is sleeping with them, right!" Ye Yiyu said jealously.

"Alright, alright, Miss, I give up, okay? You know I had no choice, go and put the money away!" Xiao Chong pushed her towards the pharmacy.

"Hmph, you're helpless. You don't even know how much you like it. At home, the red flag of the emperor remains unbroken, while countless colorful flags flutter outside. You're now a lord of the Eight Banners!" Ye Yiyu, being a writer, spoke verses straight out of martial arts novels.

"..." Xiao Chong felt guilty and dared not reply. He knew this girl's temper; when she was angry, it was best to go along with her, otherwise she would keep pestering him endlessly. A real man can bend and stretch. He wanted to pick countless flowers, keep them beautiful and fresh, and make all the flowers bloom. The only way was to endure.

After finally calming Ye Yiyu down, Xiao Chong wielded his brush with great speed and speed, furiously drafting a notice as if venting all his anger on the paper. The notice read: "To warmly celebrate the grand opening of Longxin Clinic, and to thank our neighbors and all our uncles, brothers, sisters, aunts, and grandmas for their support, our clinic is offering free medical consultations for three days. Patients who come for treatment during these three days will not be charged any fees. All our staff will warmly welcome you. Those who are sick can see a doctor, and those who are not sick can get a check-up to prevent any potential problems. Even if you don't want anything, you are welcome to come as a guest (the clinic has prepared top-quality iron music!). Finally, thank you all for your support, and wish you all good health and all the best." Signed: Ouyang Chong. Date: [Date missing]!

This notice, through the neighborhood committee's Aunt Yun, spread like wildfire, and soon tens of thousands of people in the vicinity knew about Longxin Clinic's free medical consultations. Those suffering from rare and difficult-to-treat illnesses came with a "let's give it a try" mentality, since it was free anyway. Those with chronic diseases also came with a "let's test it out" mentality, since it was free anyway. Even those without illness came to get a checkup, since it was free anyway. And

those with nothing wrong also came to join the fun, since there was premium Tieguanyin tea. Xiao Chong and his team were busy, sometimes so idle they were swatting flies, sometimes so busy they didn't even have time to go to the toilet. Shuangxi and Xiao Chong's women didn't complain; as long as there was work, it meant money. The checkups and diagnoses were free, of course, but they should at least pay a little for the medicine. But then Xiao Chong said even the medicine would be waived! Everyone was stunned. Wasn't this pushing them to the brink?

Seeing the staff about to hog the work, Xiao Chong quickly abandoned the patients and called an emergency meeting.

"What's there to say? Look at all these people. If you're going to provide free medical care and medicine, aren't you just throwing money away?" Nami said.

"Yeah, senior brother, I'm not going to support you this time either. The clinic has spent a total of thirty to forty thousand yuan on medicine, and judging from the current situation, after three days of free clinics, there will definitely be nothing left. Even if things get better in the future, how will we support you? We're almost out of money!" Shuangxi said worriedly.

"Yeah, how about we change it to one day? That way we won't run out of money!" Zhang Fenfang suggested.

"No, we can't change it. What's said is said, and we can't take it back. If we insist on taking it back, our image will be ruined before it's even formed. It will be difficult to achieve anything in the future. Everyone, hang in there, let's do our best to hold on for three days. Things will definitely get better after these three days!" Xiao Chong said.

"Yes, although I don't approve of him throwing money away, I think it's worthwhile to spend it on the patients. What we invest now might come back ten or twenty times later. There's something else I forgot to tell you all: he earned 70,000 yuan last night by working as a male prostitute, and it's already in our account today, so we can get through these three days!" Ye Yiyu said.

"Working as a male prostitute?" Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"No, no, he borrowed it from someone. Yiyu, what nonsense are you talking about!" Xiao Chong blushed to his neck under the surprised, curious, and contemptuous looks from everyone. Come to think of it, the money really did seem like something Xiao Chong had earned by selling himself. If he hadn't worked hard last night and He Yu wasn't feeling well, she wouldn't have been so generous as to give him tens of thousands of yuan.

"Oh, he borrowed it!" Everyone seemed to suddenly understand, but everyone's eyes told Xiao Chong: they didn't believe him.

"Oh my god, it really was borrowed, I have to pay it back later..." Xiao Chong's explanation was so weak and feeble. He Yu didn't say whether the money was a loan or a gift, nor did she say when it would be returned. It was practically a gift.

"Senior brother, stop explaining! Have you forgotten that explaining is the same as covering up, and covering up is the same as being spineless? Besides, senior brother, you're not being a good friend! You should have kept this great opportunity for me! I'm a real virgin, and strong and healthy, I could definitely sell for more money than you!" Shuangxi complained seriously to Xiao Chong.

"Even you're making fun of me! Oh my god! Whatever, do it or don't, it's up to you!" Xiao Chong seemed genuinely angry. After saying this, he frowned and walked out, but as soon as he saw the patient, he immediately put on a smile again. This guy, his mood changes like flipping through a book.

"He seems really angry?" Ye Yiyu said.

"Yeah, if he can't take a joke, what kind of person is he? Such a stingy guy!" Nami said, sticking her tongue out at Xiao Chong's retreating back.

"He's probably not angry. I've seen him angry before, and he laughs when he's angry!" Zhang Fenfang said, recalling the unexpected encounter Xiao Chong had with the surgeon from the Sino-American Friendship Hospital at the Nightfall Bar. That guy had really angered Xiao Chong, but Xiao Chong's reaction was that the angrier he got

, the happier he laughed. "That's when he's dealing with outsiders. He treats us like family, he wouldn't put on an act for us! It seems we've really angered him this time. Let's stop talking and get back to work!" Shuangxi was afraid Xiao Chong would get angry because many people would suffer when he did. Anyone who angered him would have terrible luck. Shuangxi had already witnessed this firsthand in the army. Anyone who tried to test Xiao Chong's tolerance was asking for trouble.

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed out, knowing that Xiao Chong was very angry, and the consequences could be severe! However, after they left, Xiao Chong spoke to them as if nothing had happened. This led the women and Shuangxi to believe they had misjudged or suddenly lost their hearing, which was why they had seen Xiao Chong acting so sullenly. Despite Xiao Chong's seemingly generous demeanor, everyone had a bad feeling. But with so many patients, they didn't have time to dwell on it and quickly threw themselves into their busy work.

Xiao Chong sat in his office, receiving a steady stream of patients.

An old man sat down in front of him. Xiao Chong looked up at the old man's face and felt a sense of familiarity. After a moment's thought, he remembered that this was the old man who had hesitated to enter yesterday and was eventually scared away.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Chong asked, closing the office door.

"I, I, I, I don't know how to say it, please take a look!" The old man's face flushed red at Xiao Chong's question, a redness far beyond his years.

"Then put your hand here, let me take your pulse!" Xiao Chong said, pointing to the pulse pillow, gesturing for the old man to place his hand on it. The old man obediently placed his hand on the pulse pillow, and a wisp of energy flowed from Xiao Chong's hand into the old man's body. Soon,

Xiao Chong understood the old man's condition. "How many days have you been like this?" Xiao Chong asked.

"About a week!" the old man said, his face contorted with grief.

"Why didn't you seek treatment sooner?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't dare go, afraid of running into acquaintances!" the old man said, his face ashen, on the verge of tears.

"Have you had intercourse with your wife this week?" Xiao Chong asked.

"No, I didn't dare!" the old man said.

"Hmm, let's examine him first to see how serious the situation is before we talk!" Xiao Chong said, standing up and leading the old man into the makeshift examination room. The old man knew this wasn't the time for shame; if he hesitated any longer, he might lose his life. So he simply pulled down his pants, revealing a patch of dark forest overgrown with old trees and weeds. Beneath the forest huddled an old beast, its face contorted in a terrifying grimace. The beast was clearly badly injured, spitting out thick, yellow liquid and covered in sores, appearing on the verge of death.

Xiao Chong carefully examined it, then took off his gloves and threw them in the trash can. While washing his hands, he uttered two words: "Seven days!"

"Ah? I only have seven days to live?" The old man felt dizzy upon hearing this, losing his balance and falling to the ground. The old beast, unable to retract its head in time, still drooped, the thick liquid dripping onto the ground, its face more grim than a corpse.

"No, it can be cured in seven days! Get up, the ground is cold!" Xiao Chong said, wanting to help him up, but remembering the disease was contagious, he hesitated. Just then, he saw the old man stand up on his own and put away his ugly thing.

"Really, it can be cured in seven days?" the old man asked.

“Yes, I can pack up my fat! If I don’t recover in seven days, I’ll cut off my fat and put it with you!” Xiao Chong said, patting his chest.

“That’s good, that’s good, doctor. You know, with this disease, I really felt like dying!” Hope finally appeared on the old man’s despairing face.

“How did you get this disease? Tell me!” Xiao Chong asked.

“Can’t I not tell you?” the old man said embarrassedly.

“It’s okay if you don’t tell me, but telling me will help me understand the route of infection and the duration of the illness, which will be more helpful in treating your illness!” Xiao Chong said earnestly, and his reasoning was sound, but his main motivation was to satisfy his curiosity or to gain some experience so that he wouldn’t get infected in the future.

The old man thought the doctor's words made sense, so he dared not hide anything anymore and recounted the whole story of how he got sick. Unexpectedly

, this person was quite remarkable, and the way he contracted the disease was so peculiar—truly strange indeed. (

Self-written Chapter Thirty-Two: Sexually Transmitted Diseases and Gynecological Diseases)

The old man thought the doctor's words made sense, so he dared not hide anything and recounted the whole story of how he got sick.

It turned out that the old man was none other than the well-known online author Tan Lang, whose works "Protecting the Breasts" and "Bewitching Hearts" were wildly popular across the country, captivating countless women, from those confined to their homes to middle-aged and elderly women—a cunning and alluring heartthrob.

Recently, a devoted fan had become obsessed with these two books. Moreover, she was a young woman in her late teens, a sheltered housewife. She first joined his online book club, then found his QQ account and added him as a friend. She immediately launched a passionate and infatuated pursuit, demanding he send her all his manuscripts, wanting to meet him in person, and even hoping for a one-night stand via QQ. She loved his books, his writing style, and especially his intricate and fantastical plots. She was so enamored with him that she became infatuated with him as a person.

Tanlang was simply a dedicated writer, not a womanizer. Besides, he was old and, even if he had the desire, he lacked the physical strength. Therefore, he repeatedly and politely refused her advances. But the young woman was persistent. She not only openly expressed her love but also sent him numerous nearly nude photos, saying she didn't mind his age and appearance, and that she preferred experienced men because they knew him well and were knowledgeable.

Although Tanlang was older, he was still a man. While he was older, he had been a real man of flesh and blood in his youth, and he couldn't resist such temptation. Unable to withstand the young woman's repeated entreaties, he not only sent her his unpublished manuscript but also agreed to meet her.

Seeing Tanlang's sincerity, the young woman lay beneath him that very night. Unfortunately, Tanlang was rather unreliable; his seemingly fierce member was actually a wax rod, all show and no substance. Even with a condom, he couldn't get an erection. Seeing this, the young woman considerately used her hands and mouth, finally managing to get him aroused. But once the real show began, Tanlang showed no reaction. After several orgasms, seeing that he still hadn't made a move, the young woman couldn't help but sigh, "Old foxes are indeed shrewd." But gradually, Tanlang's relentless pace became unbearable for the young woman, who stopped and asked, "Did you take some kind of drug before coming?"

"No, why would I take a drug! I didn't expect things to progress so quickly, I wasn't prepared at all!"

"Then why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

"Miss, do you think I don't want to? I'm wearing a condom, I can't feel anything!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Take it off, you're driving me crazy." The young woman said, leaving his body, removing the condom, then flipping him over and straddling him, shaking him violently.

Tanlang felt himself entering a warm, almost scorching place, a heat that both felt good and uncomfortable. He assumed it was because the young woman was too aroused and didn't think much of it, enjoying himself to the fullest.

That night, Tanlang was almost completely exhausted. If the young woman hadn't seen his pale face and taken pity on him, he certainly wouldn't have staggered out at dawn, but would have been carried out horizontally.

A day passed, and Tanlang began to sense something was wrong. When he urinated, his genitals felt burning, painful, and itchy, and a white discharge would drip out afterward. Within two days, the white discharge turned dark yellow, and the thin consistency became viscous with a pungent, fishy odor. Tanlang knew something was wrong; he had definitely been infected. He bought some medicine haphazardly, but it didn't help; in fact, it worsened. Even when he wasn't urinating, that nauseatingly thick yellow discharge would still drip out. Tanlang thought, "This is it, I'm doomed. I'm definitely going to die because of this one-night stand."

Tanlang dared not go to the hospital, afraid of running into acquaintances. He dared not let his family know; it would surely cause a huge uproar. So, in despair, he quietly made a will and prepared for his funeral.

Yesterday, he saw Xiao Chong's newly established Longxin Clinic and, hoping for a chance, decided to try it out. However, after standing at the door for a while, he hesitated and ultimately lacked the courage to step inside; he couldn't bear the embarrassment!

This morning, he heard that Longxin Clinic was holding a free clinic, and people of all ages were going. He was delighted, knowing this was a good opportunity, so he told his wife and headed straight for the clinic.

After hearing Old Man Tan's story, Xiao Chong couldn't help but feel sorry for him. At his age, he had a rare stroke of luck, but it turned out to be a disaster, and he even had the strange problem of not feeling anything while using a condom. It was truly tragic.

"Doctor, what exactly is wrong with me?" Tan Lang trusted the young doctor, who had diagnosed his problem with just a pulse check.

"Preliminary diagnosis: acute non-gonococcal urethritis!" Xiao Chong said without hesitation.

"Then, is this disease serious?" Tan Lang asked again.

“If you don’t treat it in time, it will get worse; if you treat it in time, it will get better!” Xiao Chong said.

“So, is my condition serious or mild?” Tan Lang asked again.

“If you had come as soon as you discovered it, I could have given you an injection and three packets of medicine and you would have seen immediate results. But since you’ve delayed for so long, it will take seven days of injections and half a month of medicine to cure it completely! However, the medicine is a bit expensive, so be prepared. But you’ve come at the right time; we can give you the first three days for free, but you will have to pay for the last four days. Do you understand?” Xiao Chong asked. Since he’s a famous writer and a womanizer, who else would they rip off if not him?

“Understood! Actually, the price of the medicine is secondary; the most important thing is that the doctor keeps this a secret! If word gets out, I won’t be able to hold my head up in front of my neighbors!” Tan Lang said worriedly.

"Okay, this is a secret between you, me, and me. Also, the diagnosis I write on your report might not be the same, so be prepared."

"That's for the best, that's for the best! Doctor, you're such a good doctor! Don't worry, I won't shortchange you on your medical expenses for this week. I won't take advantage of you; after all, you don't make medicine, and purchasing medicine requires capital. I guess the free clinic was a last resort!"

"Old Tan, you're truly my soulmate! Don't worry, I will do my best to cure your illness within seven days!" Xiao Chong excitedly grasped Tan Lang's hand, completely forgetting the fact that the fluid on his penis was contagious.

"Then I'll take care of all my headaches and fevers from now on, and to make it auspicious, I'll also take care of my family's health!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"..."

A seemingly dirty but actually pure transaction between doctor and patient was thus completed. But after Tanlang left, Xiaochong touched his hand, still warm from his touch, and suddenly remembered that the germs on his body were contagious. He frantically washed his hands, almost washing off a layer of skin, but he kept washing! Although he knew perfectly well that this disease was generally transmitted through sexual contact, he had to take precautions!

Zhang Fenfang's first patient was a stylish and charming girl in her early twenties.

"Where does it hurt?" Zhang Fenfang asked after the girl sat down.

"Itchy!" the girl said shyly.

"Besides itching, is there anything else bothering you? Is your vaginal discharge normal?" Zhang Fenfang asked again.

"No, it's just unbearably itchy! The more I scratch, the more comfortable it feels, but the more I scratch, the itchier it gets!" The girl's face flushed as she spoke.

"Then let's get checked to see what's wrong!" Zhang Fenfang said, walking towards the gynecology examination room. The girl quickly followed.

"Take off one pant leg and lie down, put your legs on the two supports, understand?" Zhang Fenfang said while putting on gloves and a mask.

"Understood!" The girl nodded and began to unzip her pants without hesitation. Although it was her first time taking off her pants in front of a stranger, the fact that the doctor was a woman made her feel less embarrassed. If she had encountered a male gynecologist, she wouldn't know what to do!

The girl pulled down the same leg of her jeans and underwear and lay down on the bed, placing her legs on the side shelves, thus widening her hips. This action seemed to remind her of something, and her face turned even redder with embarrassment. Unable to focus her gaze, she could only gently close it. Since it was unavoidable, she would be like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. Pretending not to see anything would comfort herself.

The girl's pubic hair was thick and glossy, and the entire mound looked neat and fertile, as if it had been carefully tended. Her vulva was also pink and shiny with a watery sheen. The only flaw was that the area around her vulva had been scratched by the girl. Bloodstains were visible everywhere. Some scars were beginning to scab over, but others had been scratched open again after scabbing over.

"Has this been going on for a long time?" Zhang Fenfang asked.

"It's been about two weeks. At first it was just a little itchy, but then it got itchier and itchier!" the girl said, still with her eyes closed.

"Are you married?" Zhang Fenfang asked again.

"Yes!" In Zhang Fenfang's eyes, the girl suddenly became a young married woman.

"Is it itchy around the waist? Is it itchy down there?" Zhang Fenfang asked.

"No, it's not itchy down there!" the girl answered honestly.

Zhang Fenfang glanced at her thick pubic hair, and at a cursory glance, she seemed to see a few specks of white in the dark mass. White? A question flashed through Zhang Fenfang's mind, and she immediately looked more closely. After looking more closely, she realized that it wasn't white, but rather small white dots scattered at the base. She quickly plucked a few strands of the young woman's hair and put them under a microscope. Soon, her furrowed brows relaxed, because she had found the source of the young woman's symptoms.

"You have pubic lice, but you shouldn't have this disease. You're so young, young people love to be pretty and clean, it's rare for you to get this disease. It's usually older women who don't pay attention to personal hygiene!" Zhang Fenfang said.

The young woman sighed helplessly upon hearing this, and then began to explain.

After listening to the young woman's explanation, Zhang Fenfang told her to put her pants back on, and then took her out...

Chapter Thirty-Three of Independent Chapter: The Artist's Illness

"Doctor, I don't feel well!" Xiao Chong was washing his hands when a patient walked in. Without turning around, he smelled a strange odor, a very unpleasant rancid smell, like food that had been left out for several nights. Xiao Chong quickly put on a mask and turned around. He saw a man with long, disheveled hair, a beard longer than his armpit hair, wearing a black t-shirt with a devil pattern, and old, worn-out pants that were so worn that it was impossible to tell what color they were, and riddled with holes. He looked utterly disheveled and decadent.

"Where does it hurt?" Xiao Chong frowned as he looked at the man. The smell emanating from him was overwhelming; it was impossible to tell how long he hadn't showered.

"It's so itchy down there!" the man said, then brazenly began to undo the belt with the huge Tiger brand metal buckle.

"Wait, wait!" Xiao Chong quickly closed the door. This man had no basic shame; he was useless even if he lived.

"I came here naked, so why should I be afraid of showing myself naked? Doctor, you're too bound by convention!" The man didn't stop undoing his pants as Xiao Chong closed the door. By the time Xiao Chong closed the door, the man was indeed completely naked from the waist down. Xiao Chong only glanced at his genitals, but while he understood the man's condition perfectly, he was also shocked. This guy was really well-endowed!

"Alright, put your pants back on!" Xiao Chong said.

"Doctor, did you see clearly?" The man didn't put his pants back on, but instead shook his enormous genitals.

"I saw clearly, very big and thick!" Xiao Chong said irritably.

“No, I meant the reason for the itching!” the man asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen it clearly!” Xiao Chong said, taking off his gloves and throwing them into the trash can. There was no way around it; disposable resources were always being wasted like this.

“Is there a cure? If not, I won’t get treatment! Anyway, a little itching, a little pain, a little bitterness, a little tiredness, a little hunger, a little fullness, a little cold, a little heat—life goes on the same!” The man’s words were as颓废 (颓废 is a

difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation) as his personality. “There is a cure. Come out and fill out a medical record!” Xiao Chong said, but he was thinking, everyone has their own way of living, but he had never seen a person like this living like this before. It seemed like he didn’t care about anything; what was the point of being human?

“What’s your name?” Xiao Chong asked, spreading out the medical record.

“Ye Tingyu, Ye as in falling leaves returning to their roots, Tingyu as in listening to spring rain all night in a small building!” Ye Tingyu gave his name.

“How old are you?” Xiao Chong asked again, inwardly cursing: Don’t I know how to read? Why do I have to explain so clearly?

"Twenty-five, twenty-five last year!" Ye Tingyu said.

Just as Xiao Chong was about to fill in twenty-six, Ye Tingyu suddenly added, "The year before last, it seems, was also twenty-five!"

"***, do you think you're Principal Tan, twenty-five every year?" Xiao Chong couldn't help but get angry. The man's odor was already overpowering, and this persistent smell was unbearable.

"A doctor's heart is like a parent's; a doctor must be patient, able to endure what the world cannot endure, and free from arrogance and impetuosity!" The man's face displayed a dignified air, an authority that commanded respect.

"Sir, you're right, but your odor is just too strong! In other words, you're constantly assaulting my nose right now, without any pleasure. Do you think I can be in a good mood?" Seeing that he was a magnanimous and unpretentious person, Xiao Chong didn't bother with beating around the bush and spoke bluntly.

“Doctor, life is full of rape, making it hard to resist!” Although Ye Tingyu was a mess, his words were surprisingly philosophical.

Xiao Chong tightened his mask, filled in his age as twenty-five on his medical record without hesitation, and then asked, “What do you do now, sir?”

“Hmm, that’s hard to say!” Ye Tingyu said.

“Why is it hard to say?” Xiao Chong asked curiously.

“When I teach Chinese literature students, they call me a philosopher; when I hold art exhibitions, they call me a painter; when I go to Shennongjia to search for the Yeren, they call me a zoologist; when I go tomb raiding with others, they call me an archaeologist. What am I? I don’t even know myself!”

“So what do you do now?” Xiao Chong asked patiently again.

“I came back from Shennongjia three months ago and am currently at home. I haven’t thought about what to do yet!” Ye Tingyu said.

“Then people should call you a stay-at-home dad now!” Xiao Chong thought of a fitting term for him.

“Yes, yes, yes. The doctor’s words are so constructive! I should write, I should write a book! Doctor, you are truly my soulmate!” Ye Tingyu said, reaching out to shake Xiao Chong’s hand, but Xiao Chong nimbly dodged.

“How long has it been since you last showered?” Xiao Chong asked the crucial question.

“Let me calculate, from when I went to Shennongjia until I came back, it’s probably been more than a year!” Ye Tingyu said.

“Then why haven’t you showered?” Xiao Chong asked again.

“It seems I developed a habit while in Shennongjia, and I haven’t wanted to shower since I came back. I’m a spontaneous person, so if I don’t want to shower, why make things difficult for myself! There are already enough difficult things in life for me!” Ye Tingyu said.

“Then why are you making things difficult for me? You don’t want to make things difficult for yourself, but now you’re making things difficult for your own body!” Xiao Chong didn’t think this guy was particularly noble; on the contrary, he thought he was incredibly foolish. You could easily find one or two performance artists like this on the street.

“I haven’t left the house since I got back. I had no choice this time. I feel really bad for making the doctor suffer!” Ye Tingyu actually had some self-awareness.

“Don’t you have anyone else at home?” Xiao Chong asked.

“I have a wife who’s been through thick and thin with me!” Ye Tingyu said.

“Doesn’t she care about you?” Xiao Chong found it strange. Could any woman tolerate such a dirty man? Then why wouldn’t his women allow him to go to bed if he didn’t shower one night?

“How could I care about him!” A pretty woman pushed open the door and said, followed by Zhang Fenfang.

After Zhang Fenfang entered, she quickly exchanged opinions with Xiao Chong. They agreed that both the man and woman had pubic lice.

"Mr. Ye Tingyu, you and your wife have the same disease: pubic lice. It's estimated that you infected your wife because your environment is suitable for pubic lice to grow. You must be treated as soon as possible!" Xiao Chong said sternly.

Upon hearing this, the young woman immediately said to Ye Tingyu, "Ye Da, did you hear what the doctor said? You still say that I cheated on you and gave you the disease? It's your own fault for not being hygienic. I told you that as long as you take a shower, everything will be fine, but you won't listen to me at all!"

"Ye Da?" Xiao Chong couldn't help but sigh that the nickname was very fitting when he heard Ye Tingyu's wife call him that; his Ye was indeed quite large.

"How should I know? At most, we'll sleep in separate rooms from now on!" A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Ye Tingyu's face, but it disappeared in an instant. It seems this guy is quite stubborn.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?" the young woman asked Ye Tingyu.

小冲不禁感叹，真是一朵好好的鲜花插到牛粪上了，而且还是一驼没有一点营养的牛粪,好女人都让狗给日了啊!

“不用再说，头可断，血可流，发型可以乱，皮鞋可以不擦油，想我冲凉，门都没有！”叶听雨先生有种誓死不屈的精神。

“唉！叶大，你要我拿什么来拯救你啊我的爱人！”少妇十分无奈，如果她的体力够好，她真想拉一条大棍来狠狠揍他一顿，可是她没力气，也不舍得这个带给她骚痒又带给她快乐的男人。

“别唉声叹气了，没什么大不了的，咱们还是问问医生，这病该怎么治啊？”叶听雨一点都不为所动，赶紧转移话题说。

“办法很简单，把剃掉，涂点药膏，很快就好，可是你不冲凉可能在根本上解决不了病原哦，预防这个病的主要办法便是注意个人卫生。否则很容易复发的。”小冲诚心诚意的说。

"Alright, alright, doctor, just focus on treating me, don't worry about anything else!" Ye Tingyu said impatiently. This man was not only strange in his behavior, but also had a very eccentric personality.

"Damn it, you're ungrateful for my kindness!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but get angry. His nose had been repeatedly violated by Ye Tingyu until now, and he had long been enduring it to the point of no return. How dare he be so uncooperative? Did he think Xiao Chong was a quack doctor?

"Hmm, so young, yet with some skill, but such a temper. He's unlikely to amount to anything, and he's not fit for a respectable profession!" Ye Tingyu said, shaking his head.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong was about to explode and beat the reckless guy to a pulp, but the young woman quickly blocked him with her body. Yes, she really did block Xiao Chong with her body, spreading her arms wide to block him from lunging at her husband, while anxiously saying, "Doctor, doctor, please don't take it to heart, please don't take it to heart, okay? My husband's behavior can't be judged by common sense. He's an artist, and artists often have some quirks. His is considered mild!"

Xiao Chong, his temper instantly extinguished after being rubbed against the young woman's ample breasts, was about to rub against her again when Zhang Fenfang suddenly made a scratching gesture. Xiao Chong immediately realized that this seemingly beautiful and charming woman was carrying pubic lice, which are contagious and easily spread. He was so frightened that he quickly jumped aside, keeping a safe distance from the young woman, which amused Zhang Fenfang greatly: "I'll show you what a lecherous woman can be, let's see if you dare to be lecherous again!"

"Ahem, Mr. Ye Tingyu, now that you've entered this door, it will be difficult for you to leave without curing this disease! My clinic's door faces north. You can come in for the next three days if you're sick but have no money, but if you want to insult this doctor's character and ruin this doctor's future, then this doctor will not let you off the hook!" As Xiao Chong spoke, he raised three silver needles in his hand, and then shot them at Ye Tingyu without blinking. Ye Tingyu didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground.

Chapter Thirty-Four of the Independent Chapter: The Nouveau Riche's Illness

"Doctor, doctor, what did you do to him? Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him! I'll take responsibility for his mistakes, I'll do anything you want, please don't hurt him!" The young woman pleaded pitifully with Xiao Chong, her expression both endearing and seductive, almost unleashing his animalistic instincts. If Zhang Fenfang weren't around, and there weren't so many patients queuing outside, perhaps, maybe, he really would have made some lewd demands of the young woman.

"You can't spoil a man like that too much, otherwise you'll only hurt yourself and others!" Zhang Fenfang couldn't stand it anymore. With such a weak wife, it was no wonder she had such a strange and eccentric husband; it was all due to overindulgence.

"There's nothing I can do, I just love him more than I love myself!" The young woman's simple words revealed the depth of her love for her husband, a love that ran deep. Zhang Fenfang was deeply moved. Yes, she loved him more than herself; wasn't she the same way with Xiao Chong?

"Madam, I'm not interested in how much you love each other. I just want to know if you still want to treat him?" Xiao Chong asked carelessly. Such a wonderful woman wasn't his; even if he truly loved her to death, he had no interest in knowing!

"Treat him? Of course we need to treat him. But how can we treat him in this state?" The woman looked worriedly at her unconscious husband.

"It's alright, I just wanted him to sleep for a while! Since we're going to treat him anyway, this will save us a lot of trouble. Someone, drag him to the back bathroom, remove the hair, wash him, put him in the pot... apply the medicine!" Xiao Chong called out several times, but no one came. Everyone was too busy to care about him.

"Doctor, should I take him home to wash him?" the young woman suggested timidly.

"Take him home? Do you think he'll listen to you then?" Xiao Chong retorted.

"No, he can't!" the young woman shook her head.

"That's it then! There's no other way, everyone's busy, I'll have to do it myself!" Xiao Chong finished speaking and rolled up his sleeves and trousers as if preparing to go to the fields.

Zhang Fenfang wanted to come and help, but seeing the long line outside her office, she asked Xiao Chong, "Can you handle it?"

"No problem!" Xiao Chong nodded.

"Then I'll leave them both to you, look, my line is almost a whole company!" Zhang Fenfang pointed to the long line of women outside her office.

"Okay, go ahead!" Xiao Chong, without looking up, went to drag the man away, and the young woman quickly came to help.

Seeing this, Zhang Fenfang confidently handed the two over to Xiao Chong and went back to her clinic.

The woman and Xiao Chong hurriedly carried the man into the bathroom and laid him flat on the floor. Xiao Chong immediately turned the small bathroom into an operating room, only this time the scalpel was replaced by scissors and a razor.

"Take off all his clothes!" Xiao Chong ordered while lathering the soap. The woman quickly and efficiently removed all the man's clothes.

"It's 8:30. The surgery begins!" Xiao Chong glanced at his Rolex gold watch, now replaced by a plastic digital watch. The woman looked at Xiao Chong in surprise. This also needs to be set to time? Is this what you call surgery?

"Don't just stand there! Apply all the soap to his body hair, armpit hair, everything!" Xiao Chong decisively gave the order, then picked up the scissors and went to Ye Tingyu's head. Without hesitation, the scissors slashed down, and with a series of "snip, snip" sounds, Ye Tingyu's long hair, which had been growing for several years, was mercilessly cut off by Xiao Chong's scissors and fell to the ground. After shaving it all off, Xiao Chong picked up the soap bubbles and applied them to the already bald but not shiny head. Then he picked up the razor and quickly gave him a shiny bald head. Xiao Chong didn't know if it was an illusion or just his imagination, but he actually thought that the shaved Ye Tingyu looked a bit like Bald Li Jin.

Just as Xiao Chong was about to shave Ye Tingyu's body hair again, he heard someone calling for a doctor outside. Xiao Chong quickly replied, "Wait a moment," and was about to place the razor under Ye Tingyu's armpit when the woman said considerately, "Doctor, you can go ahead and do what you need to do. I can handle this. I'll call you when I'm done, okay?"

"Okay! After you're done shaving him, please wash him thoroughly. Here's disinfectant, dish soap, bar soap, and shower gel—whatever you like!" Xiao Chong thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. It was really inappropriate for a grown man to shave and bathe another grown man. This woman was indeed very nice—considerate, kind, and innocent. It was a pity she married such a man. But everyone has their own preferences, and there was nothing that could be done about it. It seemed that good women paired with roguish men had become the current trend, while handsome men and beautiful women were not only rare but had also unknowingly become a case of greedy men and beautiful women. Xiao Chong casually handed the razor to the woman, but the woman's expression was as cautious as if she were receiving a sword. This made Xiao Chong appreciate women even more, but unfortunately, no matter how good a woman is, she's already someone else's. So when Xiao Chong left, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

A nouveau riche came to Xiao Chong's office. Why nouveau riche? Because his attire made it hard not to suspect he was. First, his hair was combed in a traitorous style, parted in the middle—whether he was psychologically disturbed or not was unknown (there's a Cantonese saying: "Parted hair in the middle, psychologically disturbed"). But the excessive hair oil he sprayed was like a fly trap; once stuck, it was hard to fly away again! Then there's his attire: a black Seven Brand suit, a lace tie from Delcy, a white shirt from Montblanc, and blue-gray trousers from Goldlion. This outfit was perfectly acceptable in itself, but to make matters worse, he wore white sneakers. Although they were designer brands, they made him look completely out of place. And around his neck was a gold necklace, thicker than a dog leash and gleaming with a golden sheen, hanging over his shirt. His ten fingers were covered in gold rings, all screaming that he was a nouveau riche. Xiao Chong really wanted to suggest he put a ring of diamonds around his manhood too.

Xiao Chong recognized this man; he was the landlord of this clinic, and not only this clinic, but more than half the shops on this street. This man, Wang Yougu, was just a farmer twenty years ago when Guangcheng was still undeveloped. He had plenty of land but no money. Later, Guangcheng became an economically developed city. With the help of his cousin, the village chief, he, with a bit of business sense, immediately scraped together tens of thousands of yuan to build a pigsty on his own land. He also bought forty or fifty sickly piglets, barely clinging to life, and put them in. He was incredibly lucky. He had just settled the piglets and hadn't even had time to feed them their first meal when the expropriation team arrived at his house. They measured, appraised, and compensated him... In one fell swoop, he received more than five million yuan, becoming a true nouveau riche. Having tasted the sweetness of success, he immediately set his sights on his paddy field in the gully. He quickly applied for and received approval to invest three or four million yuan there to build a row of houses.

The villagers all said he was obsessed with money, throwing it away in that godforsaken place to attract insects. But no one expected that three years later, the barren mountain area would be expropriated, and Wang Yougu's property would become incredibly valuable, with the compensation alone multiplying several times over. Moreover, the government also gave him a plot of land of equal size in the development zone, with its future value immeasurable, consisting of half residential land and half living land. Good heavens, he really made a fortune this time. The villagers were dumbfounded, watching Wang Yougu driving his latest luxury car around. Who could have imagined that such a poor mountain village would be transformed into an industrial zone and a commercial hub?

Wang Yougu was indeed capable. After reaping the benefits of land expropriation, he devoted himself to real estate. Just as the reform and opening-up policy was in full swing in Guangcheng, he speculated for twenty years, amassing over 100 million yuan in bank deposits, a sum that made him secretly happy even in his sleep.

Wang Yougu looked down on Xiao Chong. When Xiao Chong first came to lease the shop, he couldn't even afford the 80,000 yuan deposit for rent. Wang Yougu almost immediately refused. However, Xiao Chong later enlisted the help of the director of the affiliated hospital, with whom he had some connections, to vouch for him, and only then did Wang Yougu reluctantly agree to lease the shop to Xiao Chong for 12,000 yuan per month. Later, when He Yu came forward to renovate and demand to lease the back courtyard as well, Wang Yougu naturally dared not say a word. Everyone in Guangcheng knew He Yu was a powerful figure, especially since He Yu had paid the full rent deposit; Wang Yougu had even less reason to object.

Wang Yougu didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, because he considered himself a high-class person now, and was quite confident in his abilities. He was part of high society, but the people in Guangcheng's high society not only ostracized him but also didn't take him seriously at all. He had some money, but deep down he still had a peasant mentality. His constant showing off made him seem like a complete nouveau riche; in other people's eyes, he was a pauper, someone who had nothing but money.

Wang Yougu utterly disdained this scene of ordinary people scrambling for attention, but his beloved mistress insisted he come, and that he had to come today. His mistress, who preferred reading and was more sophisticated than Wang Yougu, knew that the legendary Ouyang Chong was a highly skilled doctor. Wang Yougu, having sought countless medical treatments and visited numerous hospitals without success, feared that only such a miraculous doctor might offer a chance of recovery. His mistress gave Wang Yougu an ultimatum: if his condition didn't improve, even if he gave her two more villas on the hillside, she would break up with him!

The mistress was originally a woman of high quality, but she became Wang Yougu's mistress due to life's circumstances and circumstances. First of all, Wang Yougu, being of a low social class, was not only unable to communicate with her on an intellectual level, but also, his actions—from undressing to foreplay to intercourse and ending—lasted less than three minutes, failing to fill her physical emptiness. This left her with no hope for life. Yet, Wang Yougu was madly infatuated with her allure and charm, treating her like a treasure, as if she were fragile and fragile. He not only granted her every request but also obeyed her every word. So when the mistress suggested he see a doctor at Longxin Clinic, he didn't care whether Xiao Chong was a quack or a charlatan, and drove his extended Lincoln there eagerly. In truth, he had no faith in Xiao Chong. So many famous doctors couldn't cure him; how could a young man in his twenties possibly cure his illness? Wasn't that ridiculous?

"Hello, Mr. Wang, what brings you here?" Xiao Chong didn't recall paying rent so soon; it's only been a few days since we opened.

"Hmm, the place's quite lively, just came to check it out!" Wang Yougu casually sat down in Xiao Chong's seat. But seeing his hesitant and insincere demeanor, Xiao Chong immediately realized a big fish had arrived, and his spirits lifted.

"Hehe, thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Wang. Thanks to you, things are going well, aren't they?" Xiao Chong forced a smile but remained cautious. These nouveau riche were either gods of wealth if served well, or

jinxes if not, so he had to be careful. "Hmm, no need for flattery, I'm sick of it. Just be a good doctor. Let me tell you, if it weren't for the hospital director and Miss He thinking highly of you, I wouldn't have rented the shop to you! This is the best prime location in the area; charging you 12,000 yuan a month is absolutely not unreasonable!" Wang Yougu acted arrogantly, as if the shop was a handout to Xiao Chong.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Wang!" Xiao Chong replied nonchalantly, thinking to himself: "You nouveau riche, just you wait. You'll never have to beg me again, or I'll make you bleed profusely and wish you were dead.

" "Hmm, what kind of illnesses do you treat?" Wang Yougu asked in a superior tone.

Hearing this, Xiao Chong launched into a long, enthusiastic advertisement: "I can treat many subjects, but my specialties are internal medicine, surgery, gynecology, pediatrics, ENT, dermatology, venereology, oncology, gastroenterology, endocrinology, urology..."

"Alright, are you done yet? I'm asking you, can you treat premature ejaculation and erectile dysfunction?" Wang Yougu interrupted impatiently.

"This—" Xiao Chong was taken aback by the question.

"What? You can't treat this? You can't even treat such a simple illness? What kind of doctor are you!" Wang Yougu suddenly scolded angrily. It seemed his trip had been a waste!

"No, quite the opposite! Premature ejaculation, impotence, small penis size, inability to ejaculate, low sperm count, dead sperm, and foul-smelling semen are my specialties, passed down through generations, absolutely genuine! As long as you can afford it, I guarantee a cure!" Xiao Chong patted his chest, his thin frame making a loud "thump-thump" sound, showing how hard he was trying to build up

his physique! "Who said I have impotence, premature ejaculation, small penis size, inability to ejaculate, low sperm count, dead sperm, and foul-smelling semen?" Wang Yougu's face flushed red, desperately trying to protect his reputation, refusing to admit he had impotence and premature ejaculation.

"I, I was just using a metaphor!" Xiao Chong's voice deliberately softened, but he knew he had hit Wang Yougu's sore spot; this was a sign of his anger and embarrassment.

"However... I do have a tiny bit of premature ejaculation!" Wang Yougu's pimple face turned even redder. He didn't just have a tiny bit; he had a lot, enough to fill a whole basin.

"How about I take a look?" Xiao Chong wasn't surprised. He had already guessed that this guy was a nouveau riche with premature ejaculation. It was easy to guess; nouveau riche and impotence/premature ejaculation were inseparable. He could figure it out with his own eyes. He was just going along with Wang Yougu's wishes.

"Mine is actually just a minor problem, but since you're so enthusiastic, I'll let you take a look. But let me make it clear beforehand, I'm here because I'm giving face to the dean and Miss He, to support you, definitely not for treatment!" Wang Yougu was a typical example of a cooked duck—all soft except for his stubbornness.

"Then let's check it out first!" Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Xiao Chong quickly gave it a gentle pull to secure the hook.

Chapter Thirty-Five of the Independent Chapter: Wouldn't it be a disservice to the audience not to kill someone like this?

Wang Yougu followed Xiao Chong into the examination room. Taking off his pants in front of women was commonplace for him, and taking off his pants in front of men wasn't a first for him either, but it was a rare occurrence. So, he not only acted coy and hesitant, but he also deliberately lingered. Xiao Chong didn't urge him. This was a big fish that had already taken the bait, and he wasn't in a hurry at all. He wanted to get him ashore little by little, and then whether to braise him or steam

him was a piece of cake. Wang Yougu's movements were so slow that Xiao Chong almost fell asleep before he finally managed to take off his pants. Xiao Chong only glanced down and almost couldn't help but burst out laughing. If he hadn't quickly turned around and desperately gritted his teeth to hold back his laughter, Wang Yougu might have stormed out in a fit of embarrassment and anger. Xiao Chong finally managed to suppress the urge to laugh before turning around.

"Are you hot?" Wang Yougu asked, looking at his face, which was flushed red.

"A little, let me loosen it and check!" Xiao Chong really wanted to tell him, "I'm so cold. It's hard not to feel cold after seeing a man like you who isn't a real man." Because Xiao Chong couldn't find Wang Yougu's penis in that dense forest at all. If Xiao Chong hadn't used a clamp to open it and found the pitifully small penis hidden inside, Xiao Chong would have really suspected that this guy was a transvestite.

"Boss Wang, your thing is a bit small. Can it get hard?" Xiao Chong checked him over and asked without thinking too much.

"What are you talking about? If I can't get hard, am I even a man?" Wang Yougu roared angrily, but then lowered his voice and said, "It can get hard, but it doesn't last long!"

"How long?" Xiao Chong pressed.

"A little over a minute!" Wang Yougu's figure was a bit exaggerated; in reality, he could only stay hard for less than a minute.

"That short?" Xiao Chong was no longer worried about this paper tiger showing its power. Exposing his fatal weakness and still trying to act tough in front of him was just self-deception.

"It's a bit short. I've seen countless doctors and taken countless Chinese and Western medicines, but nothing works, not a single thing. Even Viagra doesn't help. And when I get hard, it's hard but not soft. During sex, I feel like ejaculating after only a couple of thrusts. If I don't desperately try to hold it in, I probably won't last a minute!" Seeing that he had already said everything, Wang Yougu decided to be frank and tell Xiao Chong all his symptoms without reservation.

"Alright then, put your pants back on first. I'll ask you some questions and write you a medical record!" Xiao Chong said, taking off his gloves and throwing them into the trash can. Looking at the three or four pairs of gloves already piled up in the can, he felt a pang of regret. Damn, those gloves cost five cents a pair!

The two returned to the office. This time, Xiao Chong had returned to his own seat, while Wang Yougu sat in the patient's chair. However, fearing Wang Yougu might carry germs, Xiao Chong had stacked two thick books under his chair. Already taller than Wang Yougu, Xiao Chong appeared even more imposing, effectively suppressing Wang Yougu's aura.

The roles had completely reversed; Xiao Chong had gone from passive to active, from an outsider to a home player, becoming the mastermind.

"How long have you had this condition?" Xiao Chong asked, the longer it went on, the more daring he was to take drastic measures.

"About ten or eight years!" Wang Yougu carefully recalled.

"Was it sudden, or did it gradually decline?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"It declined gradually. I used to be very skilled; people who knew me called me the 'Nine Times a Night,' but unfortunately now…sigh!" Wang Yougu lamented the past.

Xiao Chong really wanted to give him a thumbs up. Nine times a night? This was truly extraordinary. He thought he was impressive enough to do it seven times a night, but who knew there was always someone better!

"Do you drink alcohol?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Yes, and I only drink expensive stuff: XO, Remy Martin, Blue Ribbon, Martell, Napoleon, etc. I never drink cheap, low-proof liquor. And I drink with every meal, at least two ounces each time!" Wang Yougu finished in one breath, then exhaled. Even though Xiao Chong was wearing a mask, he could almost smell the strong odor of alcohol emanating from him.

"Do you smoke?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"Yes, and I only smoke good cigarettes. I usually only smoke Zhonghua and Little Panda. I don't even want to look at Yuxi, Furongwang, or Wuyeshen. Four packs a day, as normal as eating!" As Wang Yougu spoke, he pulled out a cigarette, completely ignoring the conspicuous "No Smoking" sign that Xiao Chong had posted on the wall.

"Do you usually stay up late?" Xiao Chong frowned. This guy dared to smoke and pollute the air here without a care in the world. He had to pay a heavy price.

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘staying up all night,’ but I can tell you about my routine. Every day, I get up between nine and ten, then go to a restaurant in Mong Kok for dim sum until noon for lunch. After lunch, I take a two-hour nap, then meet up with some bosses to play mahjong for a few hours. By then it’s dark, and naturally, I have dinner first. Half an hour after dinner, I always go to my girlfriend’s entertainment center for a sauna and a bath, then get a full-body massage from a girl. By then, it’s eight or nine o’clock. If I’m in the mood, I’ll go sing or dance and see if any nightclubs have new girls. If I’m not, I usually go to Las Vegas (He Yu’s underground casino) to play some poker. Win or lose, I leave promptly at midnight, then have some late-night tea and snacks, then meet up with some friends to get a room, pick up some girls, drink and have fun. I usually go home around three or four in the morning, then shower and go to sleep!” Wang Yougu’s life was decadent yet disciplined.

“So what kind of exercise do you usually do to keep fit?” Xiao Chong asked again.

"Bedtime exercises!" Wang Yougu blurted out without hesitation. He rarely even walked, let alone exercised, and even in bed, he was mostly on the bottom.

"Oh!" Xiao Chong finally understood. With his lifestyle and hobbies, it was lucky he wasn't impotent.

"Hey, you've asked so many questions, do you even know how to cure it? If you don't, just be clear and don't waste my time!" Wang Yougu said impatiently.

"I can cure it, but~~~~~" Xiao Chong deliberately hesitated, and anyone with eyes could see he was referring to the treatment fee.

"Damn it, aren't you just blatantly trying to scam me? The notice says so much, and that all fees are waived!" Although Wang Yougu was rich, he was even more stingy than Xiao Chong. Apart from his mistress, no one could easily take a penny from his pocket. For example, during the recent natural disaster—the earthquake—he only donated five yuan and insisted that everyone remember his name, as if he wanted everyone to know how stingy he was.

Seeing this, Xiao Chong wasn't angry. Instead, he calmly said, "Yes, the notice says it's free, but only for three days. Your illness can't be cured in just a few days, and treating it is extremely difficult. I'll have to use my ancestral qigong to cure you. I've been practicing since I was seven, but I estimate that to cure you, all the cultivation I've gained over the past ten years will have to be used on you. And the medicine I'll use is the king of medicines, priceless and invaluable. If my late father hadn't left me some, I wouldn't be able to cure you. Let me tell you, this medicine is truly priceless; you can't buy it even if you have money..."

"Alright, alright, name your price!" Wang Yougu interrupted, unsure how long Xiao Chong would continue.

Xiao Chong didn't speak, but simply held up an open palm.

"Fifty thousand?" Wang Yougu asked. Xiao Chong

shook his head.

"Five hundred thousand?" Wang Yougu asked again, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Xiao Chong shook his head, but a surge of joy began to form in his heart.

"Five million?" Wang Yougu asked again, his forehead covered in sweat.

Xiao Chong nodded this time, but what he said almost made Wang Yougu faint! "Yes, five million—US dollars!"

"Damn, aren't you robbing me?" Wang Yougu exclaimed.

"I can't help it, this is the lowest price. The cost of this medicine and the value of the mental and physical effort required are immeasurable. I'm only giving you this price because you're the landlord and because you're a friend of the dean and Miss He. If it were someone else, I wouldn't even take ten million from them, it would be a bargain for them!" Xiao Chong acted as if he was taking care of a friend, having suffered a loss and being wronged, but in his heart he was already overjoyed. His calculations were as follows: one million for sitting in his seat upon entering, one million for verbal disrespect, one million for smoking in the consultation room, another million for deliberately making things difficult for him when renting the shop, and one million more for his annoying appearance, making it exactly five million.

"This~~~~" Wang Yougu had already prepared himself to be ripped off when Xiao Chong patted his chest and promised to fatten him up. But as long as the illness could be cured, he was fine with being ripped off. He was thick-skinned, strong, and had plenty of money, so he wasn't afraid of being ripped off. But he didn't expect Xiao Chong to be so ruthless. With one slash, he cut off nearly a tenth of his wealth. This really made him feel pain all over his body!

"Don't rush this, you can think it over. After all, five million US dollars is no small sum for anyone! But if you're willing to undergo treatment, I can guarantee with my life that I can cure you within a month. Plus, I can increase the size and length of your penis to your ideal state for free. You envy the big, thick penises of foreigners, right? I can make you reach that standard!" Xiao Chong offered Wang Yougu a fatal temptation. Every man envies foreigners, every man wants to be powerful and domineering, every man wants to conquer the woman he couldn't conquer before.

Wang Yougu's hesitant expression clearly told Xiao Chong that he was tempted! As long as he was tempted, Xiao Chong wasn't afraid he wouldn't pay the five million. As long as he agreed to the treatment, Xiao Chong had the ability to make him pay another five million. Xiao Chong was a man who held grudges. He had a meticulous record of anyone who offended him, like how someone had made him a prostitute – he hadn't forgotten a single detail!

"Boss Wang," he said, "to be honest, I really can't bear to give up my hard-earned skills of the past ten years. But you can't understand how I feel. Only those who have practiced martial arts know how hard it is, and only those who have practiced know how precious and hard-won skills are. Even if you gave me five million US dollars, I still find it difficult to make this decision! How about this: you go back and think about it first, and give me some time to work on my own mindset. However, it would be best if you could think of other solutions, or find a more skilled doctor. If there's really no other way, then you can come back, okay?" Xiao Chong spoke sincerely on the surface, but in reality, he was playing hard to get. He was betting ten million US dollars on whether the cooked duck would really fly to the sky.

"...This..." Wang Yougu still hesitated, unable to make a decision. Just then, the woman named Ye Tingyu came out of the restroom and said to Xiao Chong, "Doctor, everything is ready. Would you like to come and take a look?"

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Xiao Chong nodded to the woman, then said to Wang Yougu, "Boss Wang, I have to get busy now. Your matter can't be rushed. You need to think it over carefully before you speak. Please forgive my rudeness and lack of hospitality. How about I get you some good wine another day and we have a few drinks?" Xiao Chong said, standing up.

Even if Wang Yougu was slow-witted, he knew that Xiao Chong was dismissing him. He was filled with anxiety, his heart pounding like a drum! Moreover, judging from Xiao Chong's tone, he seemed to look down on his five million yuan and was reluctant to treat him. He really wanted to agree to let Xiao Chong treat him right then and there, but he was, after all, a man who had worked hard for his career. Besides being worried about the money, he was also afraid of being cheated. So, after thinking it over, he couldn't come to a decision and could only stand up and say, "Alright then, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back and think about it!"

Xiao Chong watched his departing figure, a strange smile appearing on his face, as if he could already see a huge pile of US dollars in front of him.

"Doctor, doctor!" Ye Tingyu's woman's cry brought Xiao Chong back to reality.

"Coming!" Xiao Chong snapped out of his daze, quickly put on gloves, grabbed some ointment for treating pubic lice, and then went into the bathroom with her!!

Independent Chapter Thirty-Six: The Loneliness of Women and the Sorrow of Men Tumors

Ye Tingyu was still lying naked on the floor, but the woman had already shaved off all her body hair. The woman was very meticulous; except for her eyebrows, Ye Tingyu's beard, armpit hair, and even the fine hair on her skin had been shaved clean. Moreover, the pungent smell on Ye Tingyu's body had disappeared, replaced by the fragrance of shower gel! Xiao Chong felt a pang of heartache because he saw that the shower gel he had just bought and hadn't opened was now just an empty bottle, pitifully discarded in the trash can. That cost over twenty yuan!

"Doctor, what should we do now?" the woman asked.

"There's nothing to do, just apply some medicine!" Xiao Chong was still immersed in the pain of losing that bottle of shower gel, unable to extricate himself, while haphazardly applying ointment to Ye Tingyu's genitals, thinking, this woman is good, but why doesn't she know how to be frugal! Actually, Xiao Chong had misunderstood the woman. She was a hardworking and frugal woman, truly focused on practical matters. She knew a bottle of shower gel cost over twenty yuan, but she was helpless; her husband was simply too dirty. The first five washes yielded absolutely no foam. She initially thought the shower gel was fake or counterfeit, but when she saw the black water flowing from under her husband, she realized it wasn't the shower gel that was fake, but rather that her husband's body was incredibly dirty. Only after the fifth wash did she see the foam she wanted. And by the time she finally cleaned her husband inside and out, from head to toe, left to right, and front to back, the bottle of shower gel was completely ruined.

"Alright, let's help him to bed!" Xiao Chong said to the woman after applying the ointment to the man. The two of them then hurriedly lifted the man and placed him on a lathe in the office, covering him with a blanket. They both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor, when will he wake up?" the woman asked.

“Anytime is fine, as long as the needles are removed. Shall we wake him up now?” Xiao Chong pointed to the three silver needles on Ye Tingyu's body and reached out to pull them out!

“Wait, wait!” the woman called out quickly.

“Is there any other problem?” Xiao Chong asked.

“He can't wear his old clothes anymore. I'm afraid he'll run out naked as soon as he wakes up, so I need to go buy him some clothes first!” the woman said.

“Oh, that makes sense. Only you can figure out his behavior! Then go quickly!” Xiao Chong said.

“Okay, I'll go in a bit!” the woman said.

“Why not go now?” Xiao Chong asked, puzzled.

“You haven't examined me yet. Go after you've examined me!” the woman said with a hint of embarrassment.

“Didn't that Dr. Zhang examine you?” Xiao Chong asked again.

“He did, but it didn't solve the problem. I'm still incredibly itchy!” the woman said, her face showing a look of long-suppressed pain.

“Okay, then you should try looking for her again!” Xiao Chong said matter-of-factly.

“I’d like to go look for her, but look!” The woman pointed to Zhang Fenfang’s office. Xiao Chong followed her gesture and was startled to see a long queue outside Zhang Fenfang’s office, even longer than the queue outside his own office.

“What should we do?” Xiao Chong asked dumbly.

“Then you’ll have to see her for me! If we wait for Dr. Zhang to be free, I’ll probably wait until dark, and neither of us will be able to go home today!” the woman said generously. She knew she'd have to queue again to see Zhang Fenfang, but with such a long line, it might be tomorrow morning before it was her turn. The sky was overcast, threatening rain. She was worried about the blankets, clothes, and shoes she'd confiscated from the balcony, and the pork she hadn't had time to put in the refrigerator or cook, fearing it would spoil in the sweltering heat. Besides, today was the day to pay the water, electricity, and sanitation fees, and she was afraid the neighborhood committee's Ah Yun, who came to collect the fees, wouldn't find her at her house. Furthermore, her husband was lying naked on the bed, and she was worried the clothing stores outside would be closed if it got too late. She had too many things on her mind, forcing her to steel herself and let Xiao Chong examine her for this shameful ailment.

"This isn't quite right! It's best to go to a gynecologist's office!" Xiao Chong suddenly became serious, as if he'd completely forgotten the two months he'd spent in a gynecologist's office during his advanced training.

"I don't care, but the doctor is so concerned!" The woman's open and honest attitude made Xiao Chong feel extremely ashamed. She's a woman who doesn't mind you seeing her, so why are you being so coy? It's not like you haven't seen it before, or that you don't want to see it, so why pretend to be a saint?

"Alright, please come with me!" Xiao Chong overcame his own inhibitions and led the woman into the examination room.

The woman was very obedient. Before Xiao Chong could give any instructions, she took off one pant leg and lay down on the examination bed, which didn't have two leg supports. She spread her legs and placed them on the edge of the bed. Her movements seemed generous and calm, but in fact, she was just as fearful, uneasy, ashamed, and sad. This was the second man other than her husband who had taken off her pants in front of her, and her heart trembled with anxiety. She didn't have the courage to face the man's seemingly innocent but actually unpredictable gaze, so she could only close her eyes and hope that it would all end soon.

Looking at the overgrown yet orderly, glossy black hair, and the pinkish-red, moist vulva, Xiao Chong's salivary glands immediately became active, saliva constantly flowing from his mouth. He could only swallow repeatedly; should he let it flow?

He was certain this was a woman who was sexually insatiable and desperately thirsty, because the moment his gloved hand touched her vulva, her previously moist but not yet wet stream immediately oozed a clear, viscous fluid, slowly condensing into a large drop, silently sliding down like a lonely tear—heartbreaking, pitiful, and yet alluring. Xiao Chong

wanted to comfort her, but his duty and reason told him: No! This was another man's woman, a woman already taken. He kept reminding himself, although this woman had opened the door to him, he couldn't go in. She was the patient, he was the doctor; he could only clear the landmines or drive away the enemy from the outside! He couldn't, and had no right to, breach this door. There were no marks on this door, but someone else's name was already engraved on it!

Xiao Chong's reason kept him in check, and he dutifully and obediently removed all the weeds from the woman, applying a strong insect repellent. But Xiao Chong's little penis couldn't help but puff out its chest, raise its head, and open its single eye angrily. It smelled a familiar and exciting, alluring fragrance. Xiao Chong really wanted to drag this wretched thing out and give it a good beating, but he dared not. If it showed itself, he would lose control of its ferocious nature, and the consequences of its reckless behavior would be unimaginable.

This was a battle between reason and instinct, a war testing humanity, a test Xiao Chong considered more cruel than life and death. After hastily applying the ointment to the woman, he fled the examination room without pausing for a second, because he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't do something beastly the next. He dared not test his limits, because he didn't know where they lay, or how strong they were.

The woman couldn't fully grasp the complex psychology of this doctor, who was just as young as her, but she sensed something of his intentions. When he finally left without committing any wrongdoing, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was a test for her too. The eccentric yet artistic Ye Tingyu had only given her spiritual pleasure, rarely physical. And now, in the only time in three years, she had contracted this disease. She couldn't tell whether it was tragic or laughable!

When the young woman came out, Xiao Chong was silently writing a prescription.

"I'm going to buy him some clothes!" the woman said.

"Okay! Go ahead! Come back soon!" Xiao Chong replied readily, but then realized something was off. Why tell me you're going to buy clothes? Who am I to you? As

the woman reached the door, Xiao Chong suddenly remembered something and quickly called her back. He then quickly wrote down more than ten items on the prescription, took out two hundred yuan, and handed it to the woman. The woman only took the prescription, not the money, gave Xiao Chong a deep look, and walked out.

After the woman left, Xiao Chong was still immersed in the ambiguous atmosphere. The feeling of a married woman was truly exciting! No wonder people say a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have. This is truly a golden rule for men.

"Doctor~~~" A sharp voice rang out beside Xiao Chong, startling him from his daydream. Looking up, he was startled to see a man in his forties with a sallow complexion, one hand supporting his neck, with a ball larger than a volleyball tucked between his neck and his arm, resembling a shot putter. Upon closer inspection, Xiao Chong realized the man was holding a tumor growing from his neck. His head was tilted back, and he looked to be in pain.

"Please sit down, please sit down!" Xiao Chong quickly urged the man to sit.

"Doctor, help me, I'm in so much pain!" The patient's voice was shrill, almost like he was deliberately trying to sound like a transvestite, but Xiao Chong knew there was more to it than met the eye. It was definitely related to the tumor.

"Is it this tumor?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Yes!" The patient dared not nod, only speak, as if the tumor would fall off if he did.

"Have you seen one before? What did other doctors say?" Xiao Chong asked.

"I've seen a doctor. He said surgery is the only option, but the success rate is only 10%, and the surgery will cost over 200,000 yuan. I've been laid off for several years because of this illness, so I can't afford that much money. That's why I've been putting it off, and it's gotten this big!" The patient spoke with difficulty, his breathing a thin, sharp sound, like a rush of air through a narrow passage. Xiao Chong could already make a preliminary judgment that the base of the tumor was compressing the throat, causing this situation. If that was the case, the patient's condition was not optimistic.

"Let me examine you first!" Xiao Chong said, putting on gloves and getting closer to the patient to carefully examine the sarcoma. The sarcoma was about 14cm*15cm in size, with a smooth, translucent, and taut surface showing fine red blood vessels. This was a complex sarcoma, containing muscle, fat, blood vessels, and nerves. It wasn't a simple lipoma, sebaceous cyst, or any other type of tumor!

Xiao Chong told the patient to put his hands down, then gently pushed the tumor with both hands. It was movable; the base of the tumor, connected to the neck, wasn't very large, and a simple incision could remove it. However, Xiao Chong knew that simply separating the tumor from the neck wouldn't fundamentally solve the problem; the tumor would soon grow back. Surgery required a complete eradication—cutting off the tumor and then accessing the neck to remove its base. This was the only way to truly treat both the symptoms and the root cause. But accessing the neck to remove the tumor's base was incredibly dangerous and difficult. The neck contains the throat, esophagus, cartilage, cervical vertebrae, and a wealth of nerves and blood vessels. Most critically, the internal carotid artery was extremely vulnerable; even a slight rupture would cause a gushing out of highly pressurized blood, resulting in the patient's inevitable death.

After examining the area around the tumor, Xiao Chong forced a breath into the patient's body to examine the tumor inside the neck. The stalk connecting to the outside extended in an inverted trumpet shape into the neck, reaching the trachea and compressing it into a tense arc. This explained the small, sharp whooshing sound in the patient's breathing.

Xiao Chong had only seen one similar patient before, back in the United States, when his father was alive. His father also had a tumor in this location, but its nature was far more severe. That patient's tumor was an irregular cauliflower-like structure, lacking cortex and only having a capsule. However, the capsule was untouchable; any touch would cause bleeding and the discharge of a greenish, foul-smelling fluid. The base of the tumor reached the same depth. The difference between this patient and the one before was that the base of this patient's tumor was clearly demarcated from the normal neck tissue, whereas the previous patient's tumor had infiltrated the neck, making it impossible to distinguish between normal neck tissue. Which parts were tumor tissue? In fact, it could be said that all the tissue in his neck was tumor tissue. For such a patient, surgery was pointless, and chemotherapy was utterly useless. So Xiao Chong and his father could only watch helplessly as the patient disappeared.

Xiao Chong wondered if this time would be another tragedy, watching life slip away before his eyes once more. (

Chapter 37 of the Independent Chapter: I'm Not Someone You Can Offend)

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Xiao Chong asked, finally finishing the examination.

“At first, I didn’t feel any discomfort, but later I felt some difficulty breathing, swallowing was very difficult, and I had to support it with my hand. If I let it hang on its own, it would feel like it was dangling and pulling at my neck like it was being pricked with needles!” The patient raised his hand to support his tumor before Xiao Chong could remove it.

“How long has it been since the tumor was discovered and it grew to this size?” Xiao Chong asked again.

“More than five years! At first, it was just a small thing, and I didn’t pay attention to it. By the time it got bigger and I wanted to treat it, it was too late!” the patient said.

“Five years?” Xiao Chong couldn’t help but think carefully. He remembered a lesson Old Bill had given him: when it’s impossible to distinguish between benign and malignant tumors, you can differentiate them by the following aspects: First, is the appearance of the tumor beautiful? Tumors can be beautiful? Isn’t Old Bill a bit too ridiculous! However, he did indeed describe it as "beautiful." He said that benign tumors, like a woman who loves beauty, always have a beautiful appearance, smooth and delicate skin, and are extremely self-disciplined, with clear boundaries from surrounding tissues. They are also round and regular in shape, mostly circular or oval, without any odd shapes. Malignant tumors, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. They are ugly in appearance, lacking even a skin, with virtually no clear boundaries from surrounding tissues, and often have strange shapes such as triangular, pentagonal, irregular, cauliflower-like, cloud-like, etc. Secondly, it's important to consider whether it's mobile. Benign tumors are often mobile, while malignant ones are immobile. This is like the difference between a virgin and a prostitute; when a man presses on her, a virgin will constantly dodge and try to escape, while a prostitute is like a dead fish, letting you do whatever you want. Finally, there's the growth rate. Generally, tumors that progress slowly are often benign, just like a normal, healthy baby that needs a long process to grow and take shape. But malignant tumors are different; they can reach a terrifying state in a very short time. However, it's possible for a benign tumor to suddenly turn malignant after a prolonged period, but such cases are relatively rare.

Xiao Chong combined the theories taught by Old Bill with the patient's condition and essentially determined that the tumor was benign. However, the location of the tumor's base posed a significant challenge for Xiao Chong, making the surgery extremely risky. In a hospital, he would have agreed without hesitation, but at Longxin Clinic, they didn't yet possess the advanced surgical equipment necessary for such a complex operation. "Doctor, please save me!" the patient pleaded in anguish.

"I want to save you, but the conditions here don't allow it right now!" Xiao Chong said with great difficulty. Performing this surgery required a sophisticated set of surgical instruments, a shadowless lamp, a cardiac monitor, and at least 1000ml of fresh blood for emergencies. Furthermore, they lacked the necessary post-operative chemotherapy, biopsy and pathological examination equipment, and other miscellaneous supplies.

"Doctor, do you know? This illness has made me unable to work, and it led my wife to divorce me three years ago, leaving me with two children. I really wanted to throw myself into the Dongjiang River and die, but I can't leave my two children behind. They're too young; they can't live without their father. But now, my existence is a burden to them. Not only can I not take care of them, but they, still too young and unable to support themselves, have to take care of me. I'm a useless person now!" The man's voice choked as he spoke, tears silently streaming down his face. This strong man knew his illness offered little hope, but for his family, for his responsibility, he bravely continued to live. What courage and perseverance that required! He was not only a true man but also a great and selfless father.

"Brother, I really want to save you, but I can't right now!" Xiao Chong felt a pang of sadness, a heavy weight in his heart. He too was a father of two, deeply aware of how difficult it was to be a father, and how much harder it was to be a good one. He was moved by the man's selfless fatherly love, and he also wanted to rescue this struggling family from their dire straits, but he was helpless, utterly powerless.

"Brother, I beg you, please?" the man pleaded, kneeling at Xiao Chong's feet.

"Brother, don't do this, don't do this, get up, get up!" Xiao Chong was stunned. A man's knees are worth gold; this man was clearly a man of unwavering integrity, otherwise he wouldn't have endured three years of such strength. Xiao Chong knew that the man's act of abandoning his dignity to kneel before him wasn't for himself, but for his two children. What a great father he was!

"Waaah~~~~~" The man didn't get up, but knelt there, sobbing uncontrollably. The people queuing outside looked at the kneeling man with pity, not mockery. They had all heard the conversation between the two men. Although they didn't comment, a look of hope appeared on everyone's face—a hope that Xiao Chong would treat the man.

"Brother, get up! I promise you, I promise you, okay? One week, give me one week to prepare. I will definitely give your child a healthy father. Please get up, okay?" Xiao Chong said, trying to help the man up.

The man still didn't get up, but looked at Xiao Chong with tears of gratitude, then bowed his head and kowtowed three times with great force. Thunderous applause followed—it was the people queuing outside. They applauded the persistent man, the righteous Xiao Chong, and this touching scene.

After the man left, full of gratitude, Xiao Chong didn't rest. The endless stream of patients kept the stool beside him almost constantly busy. He diligently treated those tormented by illness, and as he watched patients leave with satisfied and relieved expressions, he felt only happiness. But Ye Yiyu in the pharmacy felt nothing of the same; only heartache. Every prescription in the patients' hands represented hard-earned money.

When Ye Tingyu's woman returned, she carried large and small bags, but only one bag contained clothes for her man; the rest were things Xiao Chong had asked her to buy without spending any money.

When the patients finally dispersed, everyone slumped in the examination room, unable to straighten up. But Xiao Chong, seemingly tireless, carried the things Ye Tingyu's woman had bought into the kitchen. No one cared what he was doing; they were too busy catching their breath to pay attention.

An hour later, Xiao Chong brought out plate after plate of dishes, which looked quite good. The others were unaware that Xiao Chong possessed such excellent culinary skills besides roasting goose. In fact, Xiao Chong only knew how to cook a few dishes, all taught to him by his father, and even then, he could only cook them when he was in a good mood. Normally, letting him into the kitchen was like a scene from a Japanese invasion. They might not have noticed, but Qi Feier and Sun Shanshan from Yuancheng certainly did.

"Dinner's ready!" As soon as Xiao Chong shouted, the already hungry crowd surged forward, the clatter of chopsticks against bowls and plates filling the air. Having only eaten a simple breakfast, they were starving all day, and now, regardless of appearances, they wolfed down their food.

"Eat this! This is nourishing and good for your complexion!" Xiao Chong also waved his chopsticks, picking up food, but not putting it in his own bowl; instead, he kept putting it in everyone else's bowls. And he only took from one plate: thinly sliced, round pieces of meat stir-fried with ginger and scallions.

"Mmm, this is delicious!" Zhang Fenfang exclaimed, savoring the slices of meat Xiao Chong had placed on her plate.

"Yeah, it's really good!" Ye Yiyu's chopsticks kept reaching for the plate as well.

"What kind of meat is this? It's so crisp and refreshing!" Nami chewed on her meat, picking up a slice with her chopsticks to examine it closely. She noticed a small hole in the center of the round, thin slice.

"Yeah, what kind of meat is this?" Everyone couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Chong didn't answer, but picked up a piece of bread and started eating it, a subtle, unnoticed smile flashing in his eyes.

"Hey, why are you eating bread?" Nami asked between bites.

"I probably saw too many patients today, I don't have much of an appetite!" Xiao Chong's excuse wasn't very convincing, but it was a natural reaction after cooking for himself. However, no one doubted him, because patients with different conditions could experience all sorts of nausea, and poor appetite was a common occurrence for them.

As they chatted and ate, the meat on their plates was quickly devoured. Seeing this, Xiao Chong generously left everyone a large bowl of soup—soup he had personally cooked.

"Is everyone full?" Xiao Chong asked, looking at the mess of dishes on the table.

"Yes, we're full! Thank you for your hospitality, Master Xiao Chong!" everyone replied in unison.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's what I should do!" Xiao Chong's smile was a mixture of happiness and cunning.

"Senior brother, you still haven't told us what kind of meat that was!" Shuangxi asked.

"Yes, yes, what was it? Make it for us again tomorrow!" Zhang Fenfang said on behalf of everyone.

"I don't know if they'll have any tomorrow? This kind of meat is quite hard to buy! Today, that artist's woman bought it for me!" Xiao Chong's smile never left his face.

"So what is it?" everyone asked again.

"My father personally passed down to me 'Xiaosheng Brand Hybrid Pig Whip'! Absolutely nourishing and beautifying!" Xiao Chong said proudly and loudly.

"Pig whip?" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Chong nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, and it's been mated. I told that artist's woman to buy it only if it's been mated, otherwise the taste won't be as pure..."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Before Xiao Chong could finish, everyone was too late to run out and started vomiting, clutching their plates.

"Such a strong early pregnancy reaction? Hehe, this is truly a triple whammy! Grandpa and Grandma will be overjoyed!" Xiao Chong's smile was bright, but his eyes inadvertently caught sight of Shuangxi, who was vomiting incessantly, and he asked curiously, "Hey, junior brother, are you pregnant too?"

"Ugh, ugh, senior brother, please stop teasing me! I know I was wrong! Ugh, ugh~~~~" Shuangxi said between vomiting. Only then did everyone remember offending Xiao Chong that morning, but it was too late for regrets!

"Hey, when did I mess with you? You didn't do anything wrong! It's your senior brother who's sorry, your senior brother was wrong, your senior brother shouldn't have abandoned you to become a gigolo alone. Next time there's a gigolo business, I'll never keep it all to myself, I'll give it all to you!" Xiao Chong said seriously, then looked at the large plate of soup and muttered to himself,

"Looks like everyone's really hungry, you all drank every last drop of this bull penis soup..."

"Oh my god, ugh, ugh~~~~~" Ye Yiyu screamed, her vomiting, which had just stopped a little, started uncontrollably again.

Only now did everyone truly realize that Xiao Chong was not to be offended, the consequences of offending him were very serious, extremely serious, and they were now experiencing the consequences of being unable to live or die.

The sounds of vomiting, louder and louder than ever, mingled with Xiao Chong's triumphant laughter, continuing until midnight before slowly fading away...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: I'm Very Sorry.

Xiao Chong knew he would be alone in his room tonight, as he had become the most unpopular male lead. The three women, who had even vomited bile, would never welcome him. So, while everyone was vomiting, he secretly sent a message to He Yu, asking her to come pick him up later.

The car horn outside the clinic sounded, and the women's tacit agreement to punish him by making him sleep alone failed. Watching Xiao Chong skip out like a bird, they were so angry they almost ground their teeth to powder. They knew Xiao Chong had gone to work as a gigolo again.

Xiao Chong was very excited tonight. His clinic was doing well, all thanks to He Yu's scheme. He wanted to repay her, but Xiao Chong, penniless and powerless, could only offer himself in return. This was exactly what He Yu had hoped for.

Tonight, Xiao Chong was even more vigorous than last night. Filled with gratitude, he poured almost all his energy into He Yu. Naturally, He Yu was delighted and relaxed, letting Xiao Chong run wild on her body. A casual suggestion made Xiao Chong feel much better. How could she not be happy? Just as the two were about to reach the peak of desire, He Yu's phone rang. She didn't want to answer, but seeing the caller ID, she had no choice but to. The call might not be important to her, but it was important to the person on top of her.

"Hello, this is He Yu!" He He released Xiao Chong's neck, freeing one hand to answer the phone, but neither of them stopped their actions.

"..."

"Oh~~~ Hello, what's up~~~" He Yu gritted her teeth, because Xiao Chong seemed to be deliberately torturing her by increasing the frequency of his movements.

"..."

"Hmm~~~ His character and medical skills are both fine~~ Ah!" While answering the phone, He Yu tried her best to keep her voice steady, while enduring the constant attacks from below. It was a little uncomfortable and cruel for her, but more than anything, it was stimulating and exciting.

"..."

"Hmm~~~ Don't worry~~~ Ah!" He Yu just hoped the call would end quickly; wave after wave of pleasure was gradually making her unable to control herself!

"..."

"Huff, huff, nothing~ I'm just, running!" The person on the phone must have noticed that He Yu's voice sounded off. He Yu explained intermittently.

"..." Running in the middle of the night, Miss He certainly has a good interest!

"During the day, during the day, I didn't have time, so I exercised at night. Is there anything else you need?" He Yu said, unable to hold back her voice, she pulled out her other hand to cover the receiver, letting out a suppressed, painful groan, but still kept the receiver pressed tightly to her ear. This was quite a difficult move!

"..."

"Okay, bye-bye!" He Yu said, throwing the phone away without a care, groaning loudly while tightly hugging Xiao Chong, who was violently thrusting into her. Those two minutes of torture had almost killed her. She vowed that from now on, whenever she was with Xiao Chong, she would turn off her phone no matter what. Otherwise, if she experienced this kind of pain a few more times during such a tense moment, she would have a heart attack...

It was another day. Xiao Chong returned to Longxin Clinic early as usual, but someone else arrived even earlier. Actually, Xiao Chong didn't see him, but he saw the distinctive mark that belonged to this person—a stretched Lincoln. Yes, this person was Wang Yougu, who had said he was visiting yesterday but actually came for a medical checkup.

Yesterday, after returning home, Wang Yougu immediately told his mistress about the medical treatment. His mistress's opinion was that if it could be cured, it had to be done, no matter the cost. She simply couldn't bear this life of both physical and spiritual emptiness anymore. But Wang Yougu was still undecided. Five million, in US dollars! How many five million did he have?

Seeing Wang Yougu's indecisiveness, his mistress knew he was simply worried about the money. In her anxiety, she presented him with a crucial choice: either he take the money to Longxin Hospital early the next day for treatment, or she would pack her things and leave early the next day. Wang Yougu was even more conflicted; he didn't want to choose either, but his mistress insisted he make a choice. Weighing the pros and cons, Wang Yougu ultimately chose the former, because he could easily justify giving up five million for his healthy and robust body and his mistress's favor. However, to be on the safe side, he still consulted the director of the affiliated hospital and He Yu from the Health Department. At the very moment he called He Yu, she was engaged in the most intense confrontation with Xiao Chong.

"Good morning, doctor!" Wang Yougu greeted Xiao Chong with a beaming smile as he quickly got out of the car. He'd been woken up by his mistress before dawn and then kicked out of the house early. When he arrived at Longxin Clinic, he checked his watch and it wasn't even five o'clock yet. Standing in the chilly morning wind, he shivered uncontrollably. He quickly got back into his car to wait, but three hours passed before Xiao Chong finally arrived, much to his delight.

"Ah, Mr. Wang, you're up so early too? Are you going for a walk? Or to buy groceries?" Xiao Chong asked casually as he unlocked the door. Inwardly, however, he was overjoyed. A money god was bringing him money so early in the morning; it seemed impossible for the clinic not to prosper.

"No, I came here specifically to see you!" Wang Yougu wasn't sure if Xiao Chong was willing to treat him, so he didn't dare mention the casual conversation he'd had while passing by. His expression was also a far cry from his arrogant and disdainful attitude yesterday.

"Oh, you came to see me? What's up?" Xiao Chong's memory seemed terrible; he'd completely forgotten about yesterday.

Wang Yougu was startled. It seemed this guy hadn't taken his illness seriously at all. Was he really unwilling to use his internal energy to treat him, or did he simply lack any internal energy and it was all just boasting?

"Yesterday, what we talked about yesterday! My illness!" Although Wang Yougu was conflicted and uneasy, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Is that what you're talking about? Didn't I tell you to go back and think about it?" Xiao Chong remained standing outside the door, seemingly having no intention of inviting Wang Yougu in.

"Doctor, this isn't the place to talk. Can we go inside and talk?" Wang Yougu said, looking at the bustling street, clearly afraid of being seen and losing face.

"Alright, let's go inside first!" Xiao Chong said, leading the way inside. Seeing this, Wang Yougu quickly pressed the remote control on the car to open the trunk, lifted out a heavy burlap sack, and then followed Xiao Chong into the office.

"Doctor, I've thought it through. I've brought all the money. Please treat me!" Wang Yougu was truly desperate. It had been so difficult to see a glimmer of hope in despair, so difficult to convince himself to take out five million US dollars, but now it seemed the doctor didn't care about the five million dollars at all. What else could he do but humble himself and act like a grandson?

"Huh, you've thought it through so quickly? Have you thought about it seriously? Or you could try looking for someone else!" Xiao Chong looked at the large suitcase, knowing it was full of US dollars, and his eyes widened, but on the surface he still pretended to be serious.

"I'm at my wit's end, and there are no doctors left to see. I've traveled all over the country, consulted countless renowned doctors, and searched for every miracle cure, but nothing works, absolutely nothing! Doctor, please help me!" Wang Yougu, who had always been so arrogant, was now a complete wretched man.

"Well…sigh, this is a difficult situation!" Xiao Chong feigned distress.

"Doctor, I've come here sincerely to beg you for treatment. Look, I've brought all my money, all in cash!" Wang Yougu said, opening his burlap sack. Stacks of neatly arranged US dollars, carrying the distinctive smell of banknote ink, wafted towards Xiao Chong, making him involuntarily take a deep breath—a familiar yet long-lost smell. However, he was quite puzzled. Why did people nowadays like to carry money in burlap sacks or snakeskin bags? The big, clumsy guy did it, and so did Wang Yougu. Was it a current trend? Actually, Wang Yougu had originally packed the money in a leather suitcase. However, when he was about to leave, he saw the genuine leather suitcase—a famous Italian brand—and changed his mind. That suitcase cost several thousand RMB! Giving the money and the suitcase to that kid would be another huge loss for him. So he immediately went out, found a dirty burlap sack in a nearby garbage dump, packed the money in it, and then left, feeling slightly better.

"You, you're making things difficult for me! We who study medicine and practice martial arts have always regarded money as dirt. Isn't what you're doing tantamount to exchanging money for my qigong? Qigong is priceless! Doing this is a disgrace to our ancestors and a disgrace to the spirit of practicing martial arts!" Xiao Chong said seriously, his tone unwavering, as if he didn't care about the five million US dollars at all.

Wang Yougu was stunned. He didn't understand why Xiao Chong had changed his mind. Five million US dollars was Xiao Chong's own offer; had he already tried to raise the price overnight? This man is far too greedy! But he was helpless, utterly helpless. What could he do but increase the stakes? "Doctor, you're wrong. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This isn't an exchange; it's a testament to your kindness, virtue, and generosity! Doctor, how about this? You cure my illness, and I'll waive a month's rent for you. How about that?" "Boss Wang

is indeed a straightforward man, but my qigong practice is truly difficult, extremely difficult. I've practiced for fifteen years and eleven months so far. Let's not count the remainder. Considering the three-year coronation, you should at least waive five years' rent for me!" Xiao Chong kept circling back to money.

"Five years?" Wang Yougu exclaimed in surprise, quickly calculating in his mind: twelve thousand a month, one hundred and forty-four thousand a year, five years would be a full seventy-two thousand. This guy is ruthless, even more so than a wolf.

"Well, if you're unsure, go back and think about it before you decide, okay?" Xiao Chong sounded very sincere, his tone earnest. Wang Yougu had never seen anyone treat someone like this before. He was practically skinning you alive, then pretending to care, asking, "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Let me see, let me blow on it for you!

" "Three years, three years, okay?" Wang Yougu dared not go back to consider it, because if he went back, this guy might come back with some other deadly condition.

"Four years and six months!" Xiao Chong backed down. The Hakka people of Guangdong often use the phrase "three-eight goods, four-six goods" as an insult.

"Three years and eight months, how about that? It's auspicious for growth and prosperity!" Wang Yougu and Xiao Chong started haggling like they were buying vegetables at a market.

"Alright!" Xiao Chong finally gave in, because he felt this guy was a typical shrew, the kind who wouldn't learn his lesson until he was bullied.

"When can the treatment start?" Wang Yougu asked.

"I can start right away!" Xiao Chong said, standing up and walking towards the examination room.

"Don't we need any tests?" Wang Yougu asked anxiously as he followed him.

"No!" Xiao Chong shook his head, then pointed to the examination table. What was there to test? It was just premature ejaculation and small penis, right?

Wang Yougu immediately understood, lay down, and pulled down his pants.

Seeing this, Xiao Chong immediately started moving his arms and legs, sometimes standing on one leg, sometimes doing a split, sometimes even a horse stance with his arms bent at his sides, pushing forward as if he were pushing down invisible walls. He accompanied his movements with loud "humph haha!" sounds, and before the treatment even started, he was already covered in sweat. Was he really going to treat Wang Yougu with qigong? It seemed that in the past, when the young master treated this kind of disease, it was just a simple matter of inserting a few needles. How did it become so complicated in Xiao Chong's generation? Actually, the treatment method hadn't changed; only the times had changed, the people had changed, and the procedures had naturally changed as well! Xiao Chong, always one to go all the way, felt he should make sure Wang Yougu felt it was well worth the money, since he hadn't done any exercise since waking up that morning. After

a while, Xiao Chong finished his pointless preparations, which were mostly just to comfort Wang Yougu. Then, with a flick of his wrist, countless silver needles appeared. "Swish, swish, swish, swish..." he continued, repeatedly inserting the needles into Wang Yougu's body. This was the first time Xiao Chong had used his ancestral secret technique, the "Rejuvenating Needle!" Now he understood what his father had meant when he passed this technique on to him: "This needle has miraculous effects, it is invariably effective in treating male reproductive system diseases. If used properly, it will bring you inexhaustible wealth."

After successfully administering the needles to Wang Yougu, Xiao Chong wanted to thank his father. Because of his father, he was born; it was thanks to the three needles his father had passed down that he was able to cure this incurable disease, thus gaining such wealth. He also wanted to thank his mother, Shen Xue, who had taught him about food, the Art of War, and the Thirty-Six Stratagems from a young age, and how to be cunning and manipulative. Without her, he might have become wealthy, but he certainly wouldn't have made such a fortune in an instant. Xiao Chong felt that he was indeed quite remarkable, but the most remarkable people were his parents, because they had created him—a man as kind as a rabbit, as fierce as a wolf, as wicked as a tiger, and as cunning as a fox.

Half an hour later, the silver needles were removed from Wang Yougu's body. Xiao Chong had stayed by his side the whole time; this was his cash cow, and Xiao Chong couldn't afford to let anything go wrong, at least not during the entire treatment period.

"Are you done?" Wang Yougu asked as he stood up and put on his pants.

"Yes, how do you feel now?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Yes!" Wang Yougu replied without hesitation.

"Huh? What do you feel?" Xiao Chong asked, startled by his words. He shouldn't feel anything at this point.

"It hurts a little!" Wang Yougu said.

"Where does it hurt?" Xiao Chong quickly pressed.

"The place where the needles were inserted hurts a little!" Wang Yougu said.

"Cough...it's just a little pain, it'll be fine in a bit!" Xiao Chong really wanted to give him ten or eight flicks on the forehead. Was this little bit of pain even considered pain?

"Doctor, when can I come back?" Wang Yougu asked.

"Tomorrow morning, for a month straight!" Xiao Chong checked his pulse again, and finding nothing abnormal, prepared to let him leave.

"Where's the medicine? Didn't you say you'd give me some priceless, hard-to-find medicine?" Wang Yougu's memory was truly excellent.

"Ahem... Yes! Wait a moment!" Xiao Chong went out into the pharmacy and returned shortly after, handing Wang Yougu a dark, gooey object that looked like dried cow dung.

"Doctor, what... what is this?" Wang Yougu examined the object closely.

"This is the medicine!" Xiao Chong nodded solemnly.

"Why does it look like cow dung?" Wang Yougu stared at the object; it undeniably resembled cow dung.

"It only looks like it. This is a concentrated traditional Chinese medicine made from eighty-one rare herbs. See this? This is the herb fiber!" Xiao Chong explained, pointing to the fine herb fibers on the object. He really wanted to tell him clearly that it was indeed cow dung, a genuine piece of cow dung. He'd picked this up from the roadside grass when he was a chef at Half-Roasted Goose Leg, while buying live geese from a farm, just for fun.

"How do you take it?" Wang Yougu asked.

"Yeah, how do you take it!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but ask, having never eaten cow dung before, how would he know?

"What? You don't know how to take it either??" Wang Yougu asked, astonished.

"This...this is medicine left behind by my late father. Because it's a rare treasure, I've never used it on a patient before. You're the first and only one. But I remember my father saying how to use it, but it's been so long, I've forgotten a bit. Don't worry, let me think about it!" Xiao Chong's mind worked incredibly fast. "

Is that so? Then, Doctor, think carefully, don't make a mistake!" Wang Yougu said suddenly, secretly delighted. A rare treasure, only I can take it—this is wonderful! My luck is truly amazing.

"I remember I have a notebook with its usage and dosage written down. Wait a minute, let me find it!" Xiao Chong said, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. A moment later, he actually found a crumpled little notebook, similar to a phone book. He opened it page by page, then turned to one page and read aloud with a bright look: "Three grams at a time, boiled down to one bowl with three bowls of water without roots. Take it at noon, then immediately face east and perform three kneelings and nine prostrations. Then lie in bed for eighteen hours. Do not have sexual intercourse during this time, and avoid raw, cold, fishy, sour, and spicy foods. Do not disobey these instructions, or all your efforts will be wasted!" After reading, Xiao Chong immediately closed the notebook, put it in his bag, and asked Wang Yougu, "Did you hear that clearly?"

"Yes, I heard it clearly!" Wang Yougu replied earnestly, thinking to himself, "This rare treasure is indeed extraordinary; even its usage is so particular.

" "Can you do it?" Xiao Chong asked again.

“You have to do it, even if you can’t. This cost over five million US dollars. Would I joke about it?” Wang Yougu said seriously.

“Okay, then pay the medical expenses to me, and we’ll sign a rent-free contract, then you can go back!” Xiao Chong said.

“The money is outside, I’ll go get it right away!” Wang Yougu said, walking out.

Xiao Chong wanted to laugh out loud as he watched him leave. His notebook was actually just an old phone book, with only a few phone numbers on it, nothing about usage or dosage. It was all made up. But he could make up such a plausible story that he had to admire his own talent. Because he said that after taking the medicine, facing east and performing the three kneelings and nine prostrations would not only promote his gastrointestinal motility but also prevent the possibility of intussusception or intestinal obstruction. Furthermore, taking the medicine at noon and then lying in bed for eighteen hours means he has to stay in bed from noon until six o'clock the next morning. He also needs to come for a follow-up appointment in the morning, which prevents him from going out and indulging in pleasure, further cooperating with the treatment, and even eliminating the need for a doctor's prescription.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" Just as Xiao Chong was feeling smug, he saw Wang Yougu, looking panicked and pale , rushing

in shouting.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" Just as Xiao Chong was feeling smug, he saw Wang Yougu, looking panicked and pale, rushing in shouting.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Chong's brows immediately furrowed, his heart skipping a beat. His first thought was: money!

"The money's gone! The money's gone!" Wang Yougu's face was extremely ugly, even worse than a dead man's.

"No way, Mr. Wang, you're not playing games with me now that I've treated you and given you medicine, are you? Let me tell you, if I hadn't continued treating you, everything I did today would have been for nothing, and even your minute or so would have been wasted!" Xiao Chong said with a stern face. The prize he'd almost won had flown away; how could he not be angry?

"No, I didn't! How could I dare! It's really gone!" Wang Yougu said, on the verge of tears. He was truly wronged. He had left the money in the office and gone into the examination room with Xiao Chong. After the treatment, he came out and found the burlap sack was gone.

"You really didn't play any tricks? Then what happened?" Xiao Chong asked, walking out of the examination room with Wang Yougu.

"The money was just here! But it's gone in the blink of an eye!" Wang Yougu pointed to the empty spot where the burlap sack had been. Actually, they had been in the inspection room for over forty minutes, not just a blink of an eye. If someone else had stolen the money, they would probably have been out of town or at sea by now.

"Who just came in? Everyone, come out here!" Xiao Chong shouted. Nami, Ye Yiyu, Shuangxi, and Zhang Fenfang quickly came over.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Everyone asked, looking at the furious, glaring, and terrifying Xiao Chong. What was wrong with him this morning? Yesterday, it was somewhat understandable that they had offended him, but this morning no one dared to provoke him or even acknowledge him. What was wrong with him?

"Who just came in here?" Xiao Chong asked, pointing to the office.

"I, I, I just came in!" Nami replied weakly.

"What were you doing in here?" Xiao Chong asked in a deep voice, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I, I, I cleaned!" Nami was terrified by Xiao Chong's appearance!

"Did you see a burlap sack this big, dirty, and smelly?" Xiao Chong gestured as he described it.

"Yes!" Nami nodded quickly.

"Where's that burlap sack?" Xiao Chong and Wang Yougu asked at the same time.

"I threw it outside with the trash!" Nami said weakly. When she came in to clean, she saw a dirty, smelly burlap sack on the floor and assumed it was some scraps of paper Xiaochong had packed. She thought of throwing it outside, but the sack was heavy, and she hadn't slept well the night before, so she didn't think twice and just used both hands to throw it to the door with the other trash.

"***, you just threw away five million US dollars like trash!" Xiaochong yelled angrily at Nami and rushed out the door.

"What, five million US dollars?" Everyone exclaimed in shock, following Xiaochong as they ran outside. But when they got to the door, they were all dumbfounded. There was no burlap sack, not even any trash!

"Where's the trash?" Xiaochong's question was everyone's question.

"Maybe, maybe the cleaner took it!" Nami said, wiping away tears and sobbing.

"Damn it, what are you crying about! Hurry up and chase after them!" Xiao Chong cursed angrily. This Japanese bitch was more trouble than she was worth. The clinic's revival depended entirely on these five million, everyone's hard work was on these five million, and his future success in Guangcheng depended entirely on these five million. How could she dare to throw it away without even looking at it? How could Xiao Chong not be angry?

The group chased after them, and when they found the garbage collector, they discovered that his handcart was empty. They quickly asked him if he had seen a yellow burlap sack. He said he had, adding that the sack was very heavy, and he almost hurt his back when he threw it onto the garbage cart, reaching out to touch his back as he spoke. At this moment, no one was concerned about the severity of his back injury, whether it was muscle strain or a herniated disc. Their focus was on the whereabouts of the burlap sack. The sanitation worker said he had just emptied the sack into the garbage dump, and upon hearing this, everyone immediately abandoned the sanitation worker and headed for the garbage dump.

They ran like mad, soon drenched in sweat, but for five million US dollars, they had to persevere even if their legs broke. When they finally reached the garbage dump, they were stunned again, because it was empty. Everyone had to admire the sanitation workers' efficiency!

"Damn it, when it's your turn to clean, it piles up for days, rotting and stinking, and no one cleans it. When it's not your turn, you're faster than cats!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but curse, hands on his hips.

"Brother, stop cursing, let's hurry and chase after it! It would be best if we could intercept the garbage truck halfway, otherwise, we'll be in big trouble when we reach the garbage mountain!" Shuangxi said, pulling Xiao Chong along as they ran.

"Wouldn't it be better to get to the garbage mountain? The money won't run away again!" Wang Yougu asked as he ran alongside. Originally, it wasn't his business anymore, and he didn't have to come, but he was afraid that if Xiao Chong couldn't find the bag of money, he would blame him again. If he had to find another five million, he would be in real trouble!

"Are you stupid? There are professional teams that collect and sell garbage on the garbage mountain. As soon as the garbage truck dumps the garbage, they will swarm on it. Your burlap sack looks so sturdy and durable, it will definitely be their first choice. Once it's in their hands, it will be difficult for us to get it back! But that's not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that if they don't find it, the burlap sack will be buried in the garbage all over the mountain. Then we can swim and dive in the garbage!" Shuangxi didn't care about Wang Yougu's identity and just sprayed him with nonsense, making Wang Yougu's face, which was already red from running, even redder, but he couldn't retaliate in this situation.

Just then, a limousine pulled up beside them.

"Get in! How long are you going to keep running like this?" Zhang Fenfang, sitting in the car, shouted to Xiao Chong and the others. Apparently, as soon as she saw the garbage bin was empty, she knew the garbage had been taken away by the garbage truck, so she rushed back to get the car.

Everyone quickly got in, but Wang Yougu complained that the car wasn't as luxurious and spacious as his Lincoln; with six people crammed together, he barely had room to sit. His words angered Zhang Fenfang, who, without a second thought, kicked him out of the car and floored the gas pedal, speeding after the garbage truck.

Zhang Fenfang sped and ran red lights the whole way, the fixed electronic eye flashers never stopping. Xiao Chong roughly estimated that she would have to pay at least seventeen or eighteen tickets along the way. At two hundred yuan per ticket, that would amount to three thousand five or sixteen thousand yuan in fines—over three thousand yuan! If they could find the burlap sack, that would be fine, but if they couldn't, it would be a complete loss!

Zhang Fenfang's sacrifice was worthwhile because she managed to overtake and stop the garbage truck halfway up the garbage mountain.

Everyone got out of the car. Xiao Chong walked to the driver's seat of the garbage truck, took out his wallet, quickly opened it, flashed it in front of the driver's eyes, and then quickly put it away. He said to the driver, "Hello, we are from the city criminal investigation team. This is my identification. We need to find some very important criminal evidence in your garbage truck. Please cooperate."

The driver looked at Xiao Chong, then at the people behind him, and suddenly shouted at Xiao Chong, "What are you trying to fool? Do you think I'm blind? I clearly saw a second-generation resident ID card, a credit card, and a photo of a child who is a little over two years old in your wallet. Where did you get any other identification?"

"Damn, your eyes are really sharp. You saw everything in just a flash!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but admit defeat. He had practiced this move countless times, and it was always effective. Who knew he would encounter someone with such sharp eyes that it was like they had thorns growing on them? In just a fraction of a second, the driver had seen everything clearly. How could he not admire him so much that he was completely impressed?

“You need to tell me! (Cantonese: Of course!) If I didn’t even have this much insight, how could I be called Ghost Eye San? How could I survive in Guangzhou!” The driver said to Xiao Chong, but he didn’t yell or call the police, nor did he shift gears or step on the gas to leave. Instead, he turned off the engine and got out of the car, while the three or four cleaners who had been sitting in the driver’s seat with him remained in the car.

“Driver, please forgive my husband’s recklessness. Actually, we’ve lost something very important, and it’s very likely in your car. Please be lenient and let us go up and look for it, okay?” Zhang Fenfang said, secretly slipping him two hundred yuan behind her back.

"Kid, your wife is way better at handling people than you! Don't think everyone in the world is a fool, or you'll be the biggest fool yourself!" Driver Ghost Eyes said to Xiao Chong, then turned to Zhang Fenfang and said, "Is two hours enough? I can only give you two hours, because we have to hand over the truck in two hours."

"That's enough, that's enough! Thank you!" Zhang Fenfang said repeatedly, then quickly pulled on the still unconvinced Xiao Chong. The group climbed onto the roof using the iron scaffolding on the truck, but once they got to the roof, they were dumbfounded again. The truck bed was filled with a whole box of garbage, densely packed and layered, with no trace of burlap sacks. The nauseating smell of the garbage almost made them vomit again, if only they hadn't emptied their stomachs last night and hadn't had breakfast this morning.

The driver, Ghost Eyes Three, climbed up at this moment. He looked at the crowd covering their noses and mouths, then at the trunk full of garbage, and said, "How can you possibly find your lost items looking like this? You have to jump down to look for them! You're all civilized and respectable people, unlike us garbage collectors. Asking you to jump down to look for them would be like asking you to die. I'm different; I deal with this garbage every day, I'm used to this smell. Here's what you're looking for, tell me, and I'll go down and help you find it! Five hundred yuan..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong immediately and readily took out five hundred yuan and handed it to Ghost Eyes Three. But Ghost Eyes Three only looked at the money, then at Xiao Chong, and didn't take it, as if he thought Xiao Chong's money was dirty.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say five hundred yuan?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Why did you take out the money so quickly? I haven't even finished speaking and you're already taking out the money. Too hasty, you'll never achieve great things!" Ghost Eyes Three said.

"Then tell me!" Xiao Chong actually quite admired this man; his eyesight and stamina were top-notch!

"I said five hundred yuan per person before I went down to look for it!" Ghost Eyes said unhurriedly.

"Damn, you're not going to rob me!" the crowd complained. This guy was far too greedy, taking advantage of their kindness and even trying to cause trouble.

"Are you done now?" Xiao Chong didn't mind his greed at all. A person without desires isn't a person, and a person with few desires can't accomplish anything.

"I'm done!" Gui Yan San said.

"Any other requests?" Xiao Chong needed to make sure, otherwise some other requests might pop up.

"Of course I have requests, if you can agree to them! But one should know when to stop, being too greedy will lead to losing both money and things! So there are no other requests now!" Gui Yan San said.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, go find it!" Xiao Chong said.

"Pay first, then do the work, that's the rule!" Gui Yan San said! What kind of rule is that? The rule for prostitution?

"Pay half first, and the other half after you find it!" Xiao Chong took out 1,500 yuan and handed it to him!

"What do you want to find?" Gui Yan San didn't haggle anymore, took the money without even looking at it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"A yellow burlap sack this big!" Xiao Chong said, gesturing to the size of the sack.

Ghost Eyes glanced at Xiao Chong, then silently jumped into the garbage to search. This guy really did have a soft spot for garbage; he darted and crawled through the trash like a dragon, practically turning the entire truck bed upside down.

Two hours passed quickly, and Ghost Eyes, after meticulously searching through the garbage, still hadn't found the burlap sack.

Finally, reeking of foul odor, Ghost Eyes climbed back up, shaking his head dejectedly at Xiao Chong and the others.

"Can't find it?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Can't find it!" Ghost Eyes replied, naturally not daring to ask for the remaining half of the money.

"Did you find it?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"With my eyesight, I could see it clearly at a glance, especially after searching for so long. I'm sure your lost burlap sack isn't in there!" Ghost Eyes said.

“Driver, are you sure you’re not mistaken? The garbage from that street’s garbage dump was clearly loaded into your truck!” Zhang Fenfang asked.

“I saw it clearly, there’s no way I couldn’t see it clearly. If you don’t believe me, you can come with me to dump the garbage later!” Ghost Eyes Three said.

“Okay!” Xiao Chong didn’t dare overlook any mistake, because any mistake could mean he’d either find or lose five million US dollars.

Ghost Eyes Three said nothing more. After getting off the truck with the others, he got into the driver’s seat alone, started the engine without a word, and drove towards the garbage mountain.

After the garbage truck was completely emptied, it drove away. Everyone had been watching intently as the garbage was dumped, but they didn’t find any yellow burlap sacks. Still, they didn’t give up and carefully searched through the dumped garbage. After thoroughly filtering through all the garbage, they realized that driver Ghost Eyes Three’s eyesight was indeed excellent; if he said there was nothing, there really wasn’t.

Just as everyone was about to head home, feeling helpless and dejected, they discovered that Xiao Chong had disappeared without a trace. Concentrating on searching for the burlap sack, they had no idea how long he had been missing or when he had disappeared… (

Independent Chapters 40-41: Nami's Sorrowful Mood)

The garbage truck drove towards the sanitation station.

“Third Brother, you’ve struck it rich this time! You made 1700 yuan for nothing, almost a month’s salary! Treat the brothers to drinks at our usual spot tonight!” said one of the sanitation workers.

“No problem, it’s my treat tonight. Everyone, drink as much as you want!” Ghost Eyes Three laughed.

“Third Brother, but I don’t understand why you didn’t return that burlap sack to them. It’s just a bag of tattered books and scraps of paper, worth maybe twenty or thirty yuan at most!” said another sanitation worker.

While cleaning the garbage dump, the sharp-eyed Ghost Eyes spotted the burlap sack immediately. With lightning speed, he snatched it up, then weighed it in his hand – it was surprisingly heavy!

The meticulous Ghost Eyes didn't open it on the spot, but casually hid it in a storage box next to the gas tank. Of course, all of this was done without the eyes of the other sanitation workers. This was common practice in their line of work; whoever saw something worth money first would pick it up and hide it, then take it to the scrap yard after work – their only extra income! But working with Ghost Eyes meant they were destined to be taken advantage of, because they didn't have his sharp eyesight. He would often snatch up anything that could be sold for a few cents more.

"Twenty or thirty yuan is still money, why give it back? We can just buy ourselves a few more packs of cigarettes!" Ghost Eyes said casually. But inwardly he thought: What do you know? If it were just a simple bag of scraps of paper, would they be willing to spend thousands of dollars to let me find it? What's in this burlap sack must be something extraordinary!

Actually, when he first saw the burlap sack, he felt it wasn't ordinary trash. The thick burlap sack didn't reveal the shape of what was inside; only one or two rough outlines made him think it was most likely a bag of useless comic books. Of course, he would never have imagined it was a bag of banknotes, because who in this world doesn't recognize banknotes? Even a fool wouldn't throw such a large bag of money on the street! If it were real, it would be even stranger than a giant crab scurrying around in the street. But that's how strange things are in this world; even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't possibly guess everything! Now, he had nothing better to do than hand over the car as soon as possible and see what was in the burlap sack. If it was a bag of comic books or a pile of waste paper, he would return it to the men and women from before, saying he had found it in the trash, and he could probably get another thousand or so yuan. Finding those people would be a piece of cake for him. But what if the sack was full of antiques and paintings? He could be rich!

But what he hoped for most was that the sack didn't contain those things, but rather evidence of corrupt officials' crimes or some other strange and unusual items. If it could make him rich, that would be great; if not, satisfying his curiosity would be better than nothing.

The car finally arrived at the sanitation station. When he got out and was about to open the storage box with his car key, he was shocked to find that the box had been pried open, and the burlap sack inside was gone. He was completely baffled as to what had happened. He had personally inspected the locker when he took out the trash; it was completely intact. He hadn't stopped along the way, driving straight back. Who could have been so skilled as to pry open the locker and steal the bag without anyone noticing? This was truly unbelievable!

That evening, Ghost Eyes Three kept his promise and treated some colleagues to a meal at a roadside food stall called "Old Place." Although the burlap sack was missing, and missing so inexplicably, he didn't dwell on it too much. Although he was shrewd, he was also a magnanimous person. It was gone anyway, and he hadn't expected the burlap sack to bring him much wealth. However, he was very concerned about the person who stole it. Anyone who could steal the burlap sack right under his nose was definitely not an ordinary person; they must be a master among masters. But who was this person? Did he even know them? That was the key question.

After a satisfying meal, everyone dispersed. Ghost Eyes San hummed a tune and strolled leisurely home. He had earned 1,700 yuan that day, plus his 2,000 yuan salary and other miscellaneous allowances. He was set for life this month! But whether he had a lot of money or a little, he could live on it. He was a bachelor, and if he had a little extra money, he could visit "Meimei Hair Salon" a few more times and find some pretty girls to release his excess energy.

As Ghost Eyes San was swaying forward, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. A kick flew from the darkness with lightning speed, aimed at him. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only quickly duck and crouch to barely avoid the kick. It was a terrifying kick, one he had never seen before. If it weren't for his exceptional skills, this kick would have been enough to keep him in bed until dawn. The enemy was agile and skilled, definitely a master. He had a feeling this person was the one who took the sack.

The attacker, seeing that he could dodge the sudden kick, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise! Just

as Ghost Eyes San was about to turn around and retaliate with a punch, before he could even see the attacker's face, another kick, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, struck his side. This time, he had no way to avoid it and could only clench his fists and take the kick head-on.

With a loud "thud," Ghost Eye Three knew the enemy's kick had struck his hand. A searing pain shot through his hand, and the force, too great to withstand, traveled down to his waist, causing his stomach to twist. The enemy's kick was incredibly powerful, terrifyingly so. He had never encountered such domineering force in all his years. If it hadn't been him blocking it, but an ordinary person, that person would likely be ripped open, liver ruptured, spleen rotten. He knew he had met a formidable opponent, a peerless master he couldn't match! Defeat was his inevitable fate. Escaping from such a powerful enemy was out of the question; he only hoped to save his life, but that hope was slim to none.

With another loud "thump," the enemy's fist struck him. This time, there was no warning whatsoever; not even a whisper of wind could be heard. The enemy's fist seemed to land silently and softly on his body, but the instant the fist made contact, an excruciating pain, worse than death, coursed through his entire being. Unable to bear the agony, he collapsed to the ground, struggling several times to regain his breathing. Then, a agonizing pain spread throughout his body. This man was truly terrifying; until the moment he fell, he hadn't even seen his enemy's face, let alone retaliated.

Ghost Eye Three knew he was doomed this time. Such ferocious and cruel blows wouldn't withstand many hits, even if his body were made of bronze and iron. He didn't want to resist anymore, because resistance was pointless. Fighting this person was like being raped; resistance was painful, and not resisting was equally painful!

Ghost Eye Three's choice was that since he couldn't resist the rape, he would suffer the pain. He knew that if resisting provoked the enemy's ferocity, he would only die a more painful and miserable death. He closed his eyes and quietly awaited death. Everyone has to die eventually, but dying so inexplicably left him feeling somewhat unwilling. He didn't know who he, who had always been honest and law-abiding, had offended, or why this person wanted to kill him. Even if he was going to die, he should at least see the enemy's true face! Otherwise, how could he be called "Blinded Eyes"?

He waited a long time, but the death he awaited never came. Neither Ox-Head nor Horse-Face dared to show themselves to take his soul. He heard a voice that sounded like it came from hell: "Are you dead yet?"

He recognized the voice; it was from earlier that day, on the roadside near the garbage mountain—the voice of that man with a scar on his face who seemed otherwise unremarkable. If there was anything unusual about him, it was his eyes, the way he looked at people—a gaze that seemed to see right through you.

Ghost Eye Three slowly sat up. He saw the man sitting less than a meter away, a half-smile on his face, quietly watching him. This man was none other than Xiao Chong.

"Want to fight again?" Xiao Chong picked up a can of beer beside him, took a sip, and asked. His tone wasn't like he was asking if someone wanted to fight; it was more like he was asking if someone wanted a drink.

Ghost Eye Three shook his head. He wasn't stupid; he knew his own limitations. He knew he absolutely couldn't beat this man. And he wasn't stupid at all; he knew why this person was hitting him. This person already knew he had taken his sack and that he had deliberately put on an act in front of him, taking his hefty 1,700 yuan performance fee! Now, he was absolutely certain that this person had taken the sack. This person must have jumped into his car the instant he finished emptying the trash and started the engine, hiding in a place where they couldn't detect him but could hear their conversation. So, this person quietly took the sack and then came back, following him until he was alone before suddenly striking.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Chong took another sip of his drink and asked Gui Yan San, who was constantly rubbing his chest.

Gui Yan San nodded. He really wanted to shout at this guy who was sitting there drinking and talking without a care in the world: "Hit me a few times like this and see if it hurts!"

"Serves you right! You didn't even bother to find out who I am before you dared to touch my things and put on an act in front of me. You're courting death!" Xiao Chong said, picking up another can of beer and throwing it beside him. He continued, "Giving you two punches is too lenient. People who offend me never have a good ending. Go ask around and you'll see!"

"Tell me who you are?" Gui Yan San knew from Xiao Chong's tone that he wouldn't hit him again, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Actually, I think I'm just an ordinary person, but many people like to give me nicknames. Some call me Ironclad Fierce Soldier, some call me Arrogant Divine Doctor, and some call me Desire Doctor. I wonder if anyone will call me Veterinarian in the future?" Xiao Chong said, shaking his head.

"What? You're Ironclad Fierce Soldier Ouyang Chong?" Gui Yan San looked at Xiao Chong in surprise. If he was the legendary Ironclad Fierce Soldier, then his defeat at his hands was not unjust at all.

"Hehe, the real deal!" Xiao Chong said with a smile.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? If you had given me your name when you stopped my car, I might have returned the sack to you!" Ghost Eyes San wanted to say, "Then I wouldn't have had to get beaten up!

" "Would you have believed me if I had told you earlier?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Well, to be honest, it's hard to believe. You were much more handsome on camera than you are now, with a face covered in black ink and a huge blue cross—you were my hero!" Ghost Eyes San said, opening the can of beer as he reminisced.

"Handsome? I regret it so much! If it weren't for that ink on my face, I wouldn't be ignored by everyone!" Xiao Chong sighed. Only he knew how difficult the adjustment process was from being the center of attention to being a worthless nobody.

"It's okay, brother. A pearl shines wherever it goes!" Although Ghost Eyes San was cunning, he was also an upright man. Besides, he was facing his idol, so he quickly put aside his resentment.

"Will you blame me for hitting you?" Xiao Chong asked, raising his beer to Ghost Eyes San.

"It's alright, I deserved it!" Ghost Eyes quickly grabbed his drink and clinked it with Xiao Chong's, then took a big gulp before rubbing his injured area and saying, "But those two hits really hurt!"

"Haha, you're pretty tough. If an ordinary person got hit like that by me, they'd be bedridden for a month or two!" Xiao Chong laughed.

"Hehe, when I was in the army, besides having the best eyesight, I was also the strongest at withstanding blows! In my company, I was considered the strongest!" Ghost Eyes laughed heartily as well.

"You were in the army too?" Xiao Chong couldn't help but ask.

"I joined in '97 and was discharged in '2000."

"With your abilities, you shouldn't have ended up driving a garbage truck, right?" "

Sigh, life has a thousand different experiences, and mine was the worst kind. When I was discharged, I was assigned to the grassroots civil affairs bureau by the veterans' office, but I was fired after less than three months!" "

Why?" Xiao Chong asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, I just knocked out all the teeth of the Civil Affairs Bureau Chief!" Ghost Eyes San was furious just thinking about that old bastard.

"Why did you hit him?" Xiao Chong asked. Daring to hit your boss, you really don't want to work here anymore!

"I can't stand him always touching his female subordinates' butts!" Ghost Eyes Three said angrily.

"Good for you! And then what happened?" Xiao Chong couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Later, I came to Guangcheng and borrowed some money to start a company. Just when things were starting to look up, it went bankrupt!" Ghost Eyes Three continued to recount his unfortunate experiences.

"Why did that?" Xiao Chong was puzzled again. How could a perfectly good company just go bankrupt like that?

"Because of women!" Ghost Eyes Three couldn't help but sigh as he said this. Women are trouble!

"What about women?" Xiao Chong asked. He also had many women, but apart from Nami causing such a big blunder today, nothing else seemed to have happened.

"Nothing much, except that she ran off with all the money in the accounts." Ghost Eyes Three said helplessly.

"Damn, and then what happened?" Xiao Chong said indignantly.

"Then came five long years of paying off the debt!" Ghost Eyes Three said, downing the wine in the can in one gulp, and then twisting the can so hard that it immediately became twisted and deformed.

"How much did you borrow?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Not much, just over 1.2 million!" Ghost Eyes said dejectedly. If it weren't for that woman, if it weren't for having to pay back this money, he'd probably be living in a mansion and keeping foreign dogs by now.

"That's really not much!" Xiao Chong was a typical example of someone who talks without thinking. Don't be fooled by his current good life; back when he first came to Guangcheng, he was so anxious about a five-yuan bowl of roast goose noodles!

"Although it wasn't much, I basically worked day and night for those five years. I did all sorts of jobs, even carrying corpses to the hospital! Thinking about it now, it's truly unbearable!" Ghost Eyes' eyes reddened and his heart ached as he recalled those times.

"Brother, how much do you earn a month now?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Now that the debt is paid off, I've become lazy. I just do this driving job, and if there aren't any special circumstances, I pick up some scraps on the side. I can barely scrape together three thousand yuan a month!" The special circumstances Ghost Eyes was referring to were naturally situations like today's.

"Brother, don't you want to start your own business?" Xiao Chong asked.

"I dream of turning my fortunes around, but I have no capital, no opportunities, and nobody respects me. I can only drift along like a mediocre cat, day after day!" Ghost Eyes Three said.

"Then work for me! As long as you put your heart into it, I'll definitely make you successful!" Xiao Chong said boastfully. Why should someone with so much experience follow a greenhorn like him?

"Black or white?" Ghost Eyes Three couldn't help but ask.

"I'll work in both. Dare to try?" Xiao Chong asked.

"As long as you're willing to support me, I'll do anything, even murder and arson!" Ghost Eyes Three said with great enthusiasm. He admired the courage and boldness of Iron-Blooded Soldier. He only regretted that he joined the army at the wrong time. If he could participate in the Hero Cup with him, fight the Japanese together, and appear on TV together, how glorious that would be.

"Hehe, murder and arson are probably unavoidable, but I will never let you do them unless absolutely necessary. Hand over your work these next few days, and then come to Longxin Clinic to see me, okay?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Whatever you say, come on, let's find a place to have a good drink!" Ghost Eyes Three readily agreed. As long as he followed Ironclad Fierce Soldier, what did he have to worry about!

"Hey, I still don't know your name!" Little Chong asked.

"Ghost Eyes Three!"

"That's a nickname, right? What's your real name?"

"My surname is Yang, and I'm the third child in my family, Yang San!"

"Then what should I call you? Third Brother?"

"No, please don't call me that! Just call me Lao San! Although I'm a few years older than you, if you call me brother, wouldn't that be like telling me to commit suicide sooner?" "

Why?"

"Because I'm ashamed!"

"Haha~~~"

"Hehe, then I'll take the liberty of calling you Xiao Chong!"

"Okay!"

"Xiao Chong, there's a question I've always wanted to ask, but I'm a little embarrassed!"

"We're brothers now, and brothers should be open with each other. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, ask away!"

"What exactly is in that burlap sack of yours?"

"Hehe, if I said it's full of US dollars, would you believe me?"

"No!" Yang San really didn't believe it. Who would be so stupid as to throw a whole burlap sack of US dollars into the trash heap?

"Haha, let's go drink!"

"..."

At Longxin Clinic,

Shuangxi, Zhang Fenfang, Ye Yiyu, and Nami looked like chickens that had caught the plague, listlessly drooping their heads as they treated patients.

Today was only the second day of the free clinic, but everyone had already lost yesterday's enthusiasm.

What kind of concept was five million US dollars?

They had never seen so much money before and weren't entirely clear, but each of them could clearly calculate the costs. A common cold and fever patient would be charged twelve dollars for two injections and three small packets of pills; a slightly more serious case would be charged for forty-five dollars for two IV drips of antibiotics and ribavirin, and six small packets of pills. If it was the former, they would have to see a hundred similar patients a day, continuously for ninety-one years, to reach five million US dollars—and that didn't even include their initial investment. If it was the latter, although slightly easier, it would still take twenty-four years of continuous work to achieve that figure.

Everyone's spirits were low; even the most composed, resilient, and persuasive person... The usually rousing Xiao Chong had disappeared, heartbroken. How much longer could they hold on? No one knew.

Nami, head bowed and barely daring to breathe, diligently and tirelessly did what she was supposed to do, even walking cautiously, watching the ground as if afraid of accidentally stepping on someone's tail and getting herself into trouble. She truly had no idea that such a dirty burlap sack contained five million US dollars, but her unintentional mistake had caused irreparable damage to everyone. The guilt and sorrow in her heart were worse than death.

She worked like a tormentor, neither eating nor drinking, as if trying to atone for her sins. When she had properly settled all the patients and mopped most of the clinic floor, finally too exhausted to straighten her back, she couldn't help but stop, gently rubbing her aching waist. Shuangxi and Zhang Fenfang, seeing this, couldn't help but sympathize and urge her to rest, but Ye Yiyu relentlessly mocked her.

"Oh, what's wrong? Aren't you supposed to be hardworking and quick? You threw such a big burlap sack outside in a flash!" Ye Yiyu's tone could be described as sharp and sarcastic.

"I, I, it was so dirty, I really didn't know there was money inside!" Nami sounded as aggrieved as a mistress who didn't dare to plead her case and had no status.

"You didn't know? Humph! Nobody would believe you! I bet you secretly hid the money!" Ye Yiyu originally had no ill will towards this meek girl, but ever since she learned that she was Japanese, she couldn't stand her no matter what. She had only held back for Xiao Chong's sake, but now that she had finally caught her weakness, why not take advantage of the situation?

"I, I didn't, sob, I really didn't!" Nami finally couldn't take the accusations anymore and burst into tears.

"Yiyu, that's enough! Nami really didn't mean it!" Zhang Fenfang quickly put down the patient and came out to say, seeing Nami sobbing and tears streaming down her face, she quickly handed her a tissue.

"Yes, Yu-mm, let's say less, Xiao Chong isn't here, we should stick together!" Shuangxi also came out and said.

"Hmph, you're still helping her? This little bitch's ambition is as vicious as her ancestors!" Ye Yiyu felt bad looking at Nami, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying. After saying this, she went back to the pharmacy.

Xiao Chong still hadn't returned, and everyone was getting worried. Where did he go? Had he just mysteriously disappeared?

They weren't quite sure how they got through the day. Fortunately, despite their listless and dispirited work, nothing went wrong. Otherwise, it would have made things even worse.

That night, Xiao Chong still hadn't returned. Exhausted, everyone couldn't sleep. They took turns calling his cell phone, but they couldn't get through. Zhang Fenfang finally found He Yu's number. Worried about Xiao Chong's safety, she had to swallow her pride and ask He Yu. But He Yu said she was also looking for him. When she learned... When Xiao Chong had been missing for a day, He Yu was frantic on the phone. Zhang Fenfang, hearing her panicked tone, quickly comforted her and told her to come to Longxin Clinic first, since there was strength in numbers and she would feel more at ease with everyone around.

He Yu arrived quickly, and the two women, who had once fought tooth and nail for love, finally put aside their differences for the sake of their beloved and reached a consensus for the first time. However, after discussing it back and forth, they still couldn't come up with a solution. Just as they were about to call the police, there was a knock on the iron gate.

When a drunken Xiao Chong appeared at Longxin Clinic, everyone was dumbfounded. Wasn't this guy supposed to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk? How much had he drunk to be in this state? But what surprised everyone even more was the filthy burlap sack hanging on Xiao Chong's shoulder, soaked with rotten food, dead chicken, and stinking duck, emitting a stench that filled the air.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Shuangxi looked at Xiaochong with confusion, even more so at the burlap sack on Xiaochong's shoulder. This guy always brought surprises when people were most desperate.

"Uh, nothing, Lao San found it!" Xiaochong hiccuped and mumbled.

"Who's Lao San?" everyone couldn't help but ask.

"That Lao San!" Xiaochong said, throwing the burlap sack on the ground and sitting down on it, feeling a little dizzy.

"What's going on?" Everyone still didn't understand. But they couldn't understand anyway, because Xiao Chong had already fallen asleep on the money bag.

At dawn, when it was still barely light, Xiao Chong suddenly heard a strange noise—a very light, hesitant footstep in the clinic, as if someone was searching for something. After a while, the person seemed to have taken something they wanted and quietly walked towards the clinic entrance. Xiao Chong instantly woke up completely. The word "thief" flashed through his mind, and he didn't care about anything else. He sat up abruptly, quickly jumped out of bed, and rushed to the clinic.

When Xiao Chong reached the clinic lobby, he found it wasn't a thief, but Nami, who had already opened the door and was about to leave.

"Nami, what's wrong? Where are you going?" Xiao Chong asked, looking at Nami, who was carrying a backpack and had tears streaming down her face.

"I...I want to go home!" Seeing Xiao Chong, Nami couldn't hold back her tears any longer and they streamed down her face again. She just wanted to leave quietly, but she couldn't bear to leave this place, and even more so, she couldn't bear to leave Xiao Chong. But having made such a huge mistake, how could she have the face to stay by his side? So, after not sleeping all night, she quickly packed her things and prepared to leave. But when she reached the clinic lobby, she couldn't help but linger, recalling every little detail of their past. From the train station to this clinic, she and Xiao Chong had walked side by side, hand in hand, step by step. There had been joy and sorrow along the way, but whether laughing or crying, her heart was filled with happiness. But today, she had to leave, and all this happiness would only become a memory in the future. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and she couldn't help but cry. She really couldn't bear to leave him. She loved him, loved his roguishness, and loved his strength.

"Why are you going back? Didn't you say you didn't want to go back?" Xiao Chong asked.

"I...I want to go back now!" Nami said, wiping away her tears.

“Don’t be silly. If you wanted to go back, you would have gone back already. I admit my attitude yesterday wasn’t good. Actually, I wanted to apologize to you as soon as I got back last night!” Xiao Chong said apologetically. Nami’s tearful face made his heart ache, and he couldn’t help but reach out and pull her into his arms.

“No, I’m not blaming you. I was the one who was wrong first!” Nami’s heart softened instantly when he hugged her.

“When did I fall asleep last night?” Xiao Chong deliberately changed the subject to divert her attention.

“You fell asleep as soon as you got back, sleeping on that burlap sack. It was filthy. I had to go through a lot of trouble to clean you up!” Nami said.

“Hehe, you must have had a hard time!” Xiao Chong said with a smile.

“Go put on some clothes, or you’ll catch a cold!” Nami said with concern.

"Ah~~~~ Close the door, close the door!" Xiao Chong, reminded by Nami, realized he had rushed out naked without even slippers. No wonder the couple who had been exercising earlier looked at him like they'd seen a ghost.

"Hehe, you're such a scatterbrain!" Nami, seeing Xiao Chong shivering in the morning breeze, quickly closed the door and pulled him to find some clothes.

"Where's that burlap sack?" Xiao Chong asked as Nami helped him dress and tie his clothes.

"I threw it away!" Nami said without looking up as she buttoned his shirt.

"Huh? You threw it away again!" Xiao Chong exclaimed in surprise!

"Why wouldn't I throw it away when it's so dirty! Don't worry, I've taken out the money!" Nami said coquettishly.

"Oh! That money must be all wet!" Xiao Chong asked.

"Dirty, smelly, and wet, but I've dried it all!" Nami said, opening a cabinet in Xiao Chong's room to show him.

"Wow!" Xiao Chong couldn't help but exclaim. Inside the cabinet were stacks of neatly pressed, perfume-scented US dollars.

"You should deposit them later. It's not safe to keep so much cash at home!" Nami said, closing the cabinet door.

"You must not have slept all night, right?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Yeah!" Nami nodded, her eyes reddening again. Last night, she had been taking care of Xiao Chong, who was nauseous and wanted water, and had to iron out all those bills. She was exhausted. No one had shown any concern, not even a word of concern.

"Then you should go to sleep! Otherwise, you'll get sick!" Xiao Chong said with concern.

"I'll go back to my room to sleep!" Nami was indeed extremely tired, her eyelids almost closing.

"Don't go back to your room, sleep here!" Xiao Chong said, picking her up and carrying her to his bed.

"What, what are you doing?" Nami asked in surprise, her current mental state unable to withstand his torment.

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll sleep with you for a while, and then I'll take the money to deposit it!" Xiao Chong gently placed Nami on his bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and snuggled in.

"Mmm!" Nami responded absentmindedly, vaguely feeling like she had forgotten something, but the all-nighter had left her mind in a daze, and she had completely forgotten her decision to leave.

"Don't talk, go to sleep!" Xiao Chong pulled her head to his chest, gently patting her back like he was coaxing a little boy.

Nami felt warm and happy against Xiao Chong's body and quickly fell asleep.

After Nami was completely asleep, Xiao Chong quietly got up, secretly put all the money into a large suitcase, and then left when he saw it was almost time.

When he returned after depositing the money, he found a long queue outside the clinic. Xiao Chong was overjoyed, thinking his clinic had become so successful. But then he remembered that today was only the third day of the free clinic. Everyone was there because of the "free" offer. His eyes, which had been shining brightly, dimmed. But he didn't dare to be careless and quickly went to knock on the door. Soon he was busy. There were even

more people today. People flocked in like they were shopping on the last day of a big sale. Shuangxi and the others, who had gotten up one after another, were dumbfounded when they saw the sea of people at the clinic. It seemed that they would be busy all day again.

Ye Yiyu looked at the people and cursed inwardly, "If you dare to come again tomorrow, I'll be so proud of you!"

But despite the cursing, the work still had to be done. Everyone quickly threw themselves into their work. Today, Xiao Chong had returned and the money had been found. Everyone felt like they suddenly had a pillar of support. They were no longer as anxious as they had been yesterday. They worked with even more enthusiasm and skill.

While seeing patients, Xiao Chong took a break to call He Yu and faxed her a list of operating room equipment he wanted to purchase. He Yu was shocked after seeing the list and immediately called back to ask if he was going to use it to apply for a Guinness World Record for the most expensive operating room in the world. The crucial question was: "Do you have that much money?" Because the operating room equipment Xiao Chong requested exceeded ten million RMB. Xiao Chong, however, answered the phone with a very manly tone, saying, "Men's business is none of your concern. I have plenty of money. Just do what I tell you!"

Xiao Chong's wealthy and arrogant manner left He Yu speechless for a long time.

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