Two Young Healers

Who else needed to see him?

Gan Zhe couldn't figure it out.

It seemed he had no acquaintances left in this city.

Lizi couldn't possibly see him again.

His parents were still on their way.

Looking through the window, Gan Zhe was finally brought to see the visitor under heavy police escort.

Hmm.

Indeed, it was someone he didn't know.

"Hello, student Gan Zhe. I'm the representative sent by your school."

"I regret to inform you that you have been expelled from the school."

The visitor spoke in a lawyerly manner, polite and courteous.

Expelled?

Having received one bad news after another, Gan Zhe no longer cared.

What had once seemed like an insurmountable obstacle was no longer a problem.

Having weathered the storms, why fear a small whirlpool?

Although he felt some regret, Gan Zhe didn't feel particularly dejected.

[Ding, detecting that the host system is dissatisfied, system compatibility decreased by ten percent, current compatibility reduced to zero, available for collection]

In an unknown corner, Ye Bufan quietly left the police station.

His objective had been achieved.

He had obtained the system and could take a small break.

As for Gan Zhe... let the law deal with him.

Empty

After a daze, Gan Zhe felt that the system interface in his mind had disappeared.

Was he indeed mentally unstable?

It seemed his release from prison was only a matter of time.

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Jiang City

Police Station

Fifteen days in the detention center hadn't caused Ling Feng the slightest discomfort.

Apart from some irritation, no one dared bully him.

"Big brother Ling Feng, you're finally out. I... I... Wah wah wah."

Today was the day Ling Feng was released from prison, and naturally, Yang Yu was waiting for him early at the gate.

Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks, and without any onions, her expression seemed so natural.

Of course, onions couldn't be used, as Ling Feng's dog-like nose would immediately smell them.

Fortunately, Yang Yu was a graduate of the drama department, and her acting skills were fully utilized on this man.

She could be sweet, flirtatious, or whiny; hit her and she'd cry.

No problem, she'd pinch herself, and tears would flow naturally.

Pain made people look haggard, truly pitiable.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm out now, aren't I? Come on, let me treat you to something delicious."

Having lived in the deep mountains for a long time, Ling Feng had never witnessed such a scene and hurriedly tried to console her.

"But do you have money?" Yang Yu asked pointedly.

Ever since Ling Feng came down from the mountain, he had eaten her food, drank her drinks, and stayed with her, completely freeloading.

Now he suddenly wanted to treat her, which naturally aroused suspicion.

"No, but earning money is a small matter for me," Ling Feng said confidently.

His mother had once told him that as long as he cured someone's illness, he could charge a million for each treatment.

Of course, he had to find someone who could afford it.

Those who couldn't pay should be left to their own devices.

"Big brother Ling Feng, I believe in you," Yang Yu blew hard in praise of Ling Feng.

"Good, do you see that person over there? I'll go earn my first pot of gold right now."

Ling Feng looked around and finally found someone who met his mother's criteria.

An old man with a cane, cloth shoes, and a Zhongshan suit, followed by a servant.

Cough cough cough.

Zhuang Bing covered his mouth with a handkerchief, slowly letting out a light red trickle of blood.

"Master... medicine."

The beautiful maid quickly took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and handed it over.

"Water."

Seeing the master put the pill in his mouth, the maid quickly handed him a cup of water.

"Gulp."

Zhuang Bing drank some water and swallowed the pill, feeling a bit better.

"Dry cough, chest pain, night sweats, hot palms - symptoms of lung tuberculosis, am I right?"

Just as Zhuang Bing was about to get into the car, a young man's voice came from behind him.

Turning around, he indeed saw a young man.

Dressed in an unremarkable manner, but the girl by his side had some charm.

"Cough cough cough, young man, you're not wrong. This old man indeed suffers from the symptoms you described."

Zhuang Bing said in a raspy voice.

"If that's the case, pay up, one million."

Ling Feng naturally held out his hand to ask for money.

A simple case of tuberculosis, a few needles and he could cure it.

"Cough cough cough, young man, what do you mean by that?"

Zhuang Bing asked in puzzlement.

"It's simple - you pay money, I cure the illness. But my mother said the minimum fee is one million. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll just charge you the minimum."

Ling Feng was indeed in a good mood, having finally breathed fresh air again after so long.

"Young man, do you know how many major hospitals this old man has visited for this illness, without anyone able to cure it?"

"Even that Divine Doctor Dong couldn't guarantee a cure."

Zhuang Bing brought up Divine Doctor Dong, wanting to see if the young man would be intimidated.

After all, in Jiang City, the old man Dong's reputation was quite resounding.

"Humph, I don't care if others can cure it or not. You pay me, and I'll cure the illness. Otherwise, we'll go our separate ways."

Ling Feng was very confident; with his medical skills in hand, he wasn't afraid of not catching any fish.

"Hey hey hey, young man, don't be hasty. I'll pay the one million."

Seeing Ling Feng turning to leave, Zhuang Bing hurriedly stopped him.

"Good."

Upon Zhuang Bing's agreement, Ling Feng didn't dally and took out the silver needles he carried.

Although his belongings had been confiscated when he entered the police station a few days ago, the police had simply kept them for safekeeping.

After his release, the police returned everything to him as it was.

Ling Feng approached the car, ready to insert the needles.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Hold on, do you have a medical practitioner's license?"

Zhou Luo strode over in a bow-legged gait, slowly getting out of a parked car.

"What license? No, I don't have one."

Ling Feng said impatiently.

Towards Zhou Luo, who wasn't a cute girl, he had no patience.

Moreover, the moment he saw Zhou Luo's face, he had an inexplicable urge to hit him.

"What? You don't have a medical practitioner's license? You're not a doctor."

Zhuang Bing was surprised and escaped from under Ling Feng's needles, angrily saying, "How dare you!"

"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, but I've never heard of this medical practitioner's license. Do you still want the treatment or not? If not, I'll leave."

Ling Feng was getting angry. If the money hadn't come in yet, he would have turned and left long ago.

"This... this..."

Zhuang Bing seemed hesitant.

To get treated carried some risk.

But not getting treated meant certain death.

The question was whether to live or die.

"Don't worry, I can also cure the old master's illness."

Zhou Luo noticed Zhuang Bing's hesitation and quickly spoke up.

This was a great opportunity to seize the protagonist's chance.

If he hadn't read the script and known that such an event would happen today, he wouldn't have traveled all this way to wait at the police station gate.

"This... this..."

Zhuang Bing looked at the two young men with receding hairlines, speechless.

Were today's youths so keen on getting ahead?