Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

"Heaven's atrocities can be forgiven, but one's own atrocities are unforgivable."

The doctors present were no saints. They all had families and loved ones. Being able to serve as doctors in a hospital was already their greatest contribution. But...to ask them to harvest organs to save someone who was unlikely to be saved...that was asking too much.

Fang Yu looked indifferently at Du Changgong and said, "Rest well, perhaps you'll live a bit longer."

After speaking, Fang Yu, without turning his head, walked away with his hands behind his back towards the other end of the corridor.

Xu Zhaopei followed him.

...

They arrived outside of the hospital.

Fang Yu took a deep breath.

Du Changgong's condition hadn't impacted his mood in the slightest.

At that moment, Xu Zhaopei ran up to his side, and looking up at the cloudless blue sky, she asked,

"Did you know he was sick all along?"

Fang Yu nodded.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" Xu Zhaopei asked further.

Fang Yu smiled and countered, "Do you think someone like Du Changgong, with his temperament, would have taken it well?"

Xu Zhaopei was at a loss for words.

From the moment Fang Yu joined the hospital, Du Changgong had always been envious of his talents and targeted him wherever possible. If Fang Yu had spoken out, not only would Du have been unwilling to listen, but it was very possible that there could have been a deadly confrontation.

Who would believe they were diagnosed with an incurable disease out of the blue? Especially when that person is a doctor himself.

This was, perhaps, an instance of reaping what one sows.

...

"Let me buy you a coffee," Xu Zhaopei suddenly suggested.

"Why? Feeling guilty and having a conscience now?" Fang Yu said with a teasing smile.

"Get lost."

The two went to a café opposite the hospital.

They found a quiet corner and sat down.

"Fang Yu...where did you learn your medical skills?" Xu Zhaopei asked after they had sat down for a while.

Such medical skills were probably unmatched in the whole Jiangzhou, and even Western medicine couldn't achieve this high standard.

"My master taught me some basic knowledge... but his skills were so-so. The high-level medical skills are all self-taught," Fang Yu said, sipping his coffee.

Xu Zhaopei, who would have previously thought he was boasting, now looked at him with admiration.

"Is acupuncture really that powerful?" Xu Zhaopei asked.

"Of course… The Taiyi Divine Needle I demonstrated is just the tip of the iceberg… There are also the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, the Returning Spirit Eight Techniques, which supplement acupuncture. These are the profound mysteries of acupuncture," Fang Yu said calmly.

Hearing this, Xu Zhaopei was astonished, though she didn't understand these techniques, the names sounded very impressive.

Seeing Fang Yu's smile, Xu Zhaopei felt suddenly too shy to continue asking.

It seemed like she was prying, like inquiring about someone's private household, and that wasn't polite.

Silence fell between them for a moment.

Xu Zhaopei felt the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward.

After pondering for a moment, she gathered her courage and asked, "Are you free next week?"

"What's up?"

"My grandfather's birthday celebration; I'd like to invite you to join."

Fang Yu was taken aback, thinking it might not be appropriate for an outsider like him to attend her grandfather's birthday. What was really going on here?

"What's your ulterior motive?" Fang Yu asked warily.

Xu Zhaopei put down her coffee and smoothed her clothes.

Her enchanting figure swayed provocatively.

With her arms spread, as if showing off, Xu Zhaopei smiled and asked, "Do I look pretty?"

Fang Yu scrutinized her and nodded, "To be honest, you are quite beautiful."

"So…" Xu Zhaopei's eyes gleamed as she looked at Fang Yu, "Do you like me?"

Is this seduction?

A bad feeling suddenly surged in Fang Yu's heart.

"Sorry, I'm engaged," Fang Yu stated righteously, "Don't try to use your beauty to seduce me… I can't guarantee I'll be able to control myself."

"——"

Xu Zhaopei rolled her eyes and said, "I have one, why do you despise me so much—"

"Of course not, of course not..."

Seeing his indifferent look, Xu Zhaopei had to honestly say, "It's like this, my grandfather has been urging me to get married... Seeing that I'm already this old, my family is also pressing... So—I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Is that it?"

"That's it..."

I thought there would be some trap.

Fang Yu's gaze drifted over Xu Zhaopei's enchanting figure once again and he smirked slyly. "Whatever I do, I need to talk conditions."

Xu Zhaopei laughed and said, "It's my grandfather's birthday banquet, and many influential people will be there... The Li family from Jiangzhou, the Xiao Family, and even the descendants of the Zhao family from Yanjing will be present. This would be a great opportunity for you to expand your network."

The Xiao Family? The Li Family? And... one of Yanjing's three great families, the Zhao family?!

The world is indeed small.

If the Xiao family is just small fry, then the Zhao Family is really a piece of meat on the table. Thinking of this, a barely noticeable murderous intent flashed across Fang Yu's brows.

But unexpectedly, Xu Zhaopei's grandfather actually has such charisma to be able to invite these people for his birthday.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these connections..."

Xu Zhaopei frowned and asked, "What do you want then?"

"How about… sleep with me?" Fang Yu said with a grin, "It's been many years since I've tasted the flavor of a woman—"

Hearing this, Xu Zhaopei glared with wide eyes, angrily saying, "Go to hell, you jerk!"

"Hey, don't go! How can you be so rude..."

...

...

Fang Yu also felt helpless and started to savor his coffee.

Eight years ago, countless women threw themselves at him. After the hustle and bustle, he was already tired of it, and they were all just mediocre.

Compared to that, Xu Zhaopei and Jiang Wei had a different charm.

As the saying goes, beautiful appearances are uniform; interesting souls are one in a million. Life is but a hundred years, and how many chances do you get to meet such people?

Buzz—

Buzz buzz—

The phone started vibrating.

Fang Yu had intentionally set it to silent mode because he did not want to be disturbed from his peaceful dreams.

Picking up the phone, he answered, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Fang?"

"That's me..."

"I'm the assistant of President Jiang. Please come to the building immediately!"

"Alright, I'll be there shortly."

Fang Yu furrowed his brow.

Could it be... Jiang Wei's old injury has relapsed?

That's unreasonable. She just had a check-up not long ago, acupuncture stabilized her condition, and he also treated her with Inner Essence. Normally, there shouldn't be any problems.

But from the assistant's tone, it seemed urgent.

Never mind, I'll go take a look.

Leaving behind his unfinished coffee, Fang Yu hurried out.

Along the way, he sent a message to Xu Zhaopei: "I'm heading to Qingcheng Building for an emergency... I'll consider your request."

...

About half an hour later.

Fang Yu took a taxi and arrived at the bottom of Qingcheng Building.

Having had one experience before, Fang Yu hurried towards Jiang Wei's office as soon as he got out of the taxi.

Qingcheng Building, thirtieth floor.

In the corridors, the office halls were packed with employees of Qingcheng Building.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Fang Yu puzzled over the crowd, wondering what had happened.

Arriving at Jiang Wei's office, Fang Yu gradually understood—

"Xiao Ting, don't get agitated! President Jiang has treated you well, you can't take her hostage!" a woman was earnestly advising.

"Stop talking nonsense! Get Fang Yu over here! If he doesn't come, no one gets out alive!"