Chapter 1

Jiangnan City, morning.

Ye Bufan stood by the roadside, looking at the endless stream of cars with a complex expression.

"Go pay the surgery fee quickly, or I guarantee your mother won't make it through the day."

"You still have the nerve to ask for a loan? You haven't even paid back the money you borrowed last time..."

"No money! No money! What does it have to do with me if your mother lives or dies?"

Ye Bufan's mother was hospitalized and urgently needed 50,000 yuan for surgery, but he had tried every possible way and couldn't raise a single cent, which made him extremely anxious.

"It seems the only way to get the money for my mother's surgery is to pretend to be a victim of a hit-and-run. Although it goes against my conscience, there's no other choice. I'll pay it back as soon as I have the money."

After making up his mind, he looked at the road again. 50,000 yuan was not a small amount, so he had to find a good car.

At that moment, a red Maserati drove by, not too fast.

"That's it!"

Ye Bufan quickly took two steps forward and rushed in front of the Maserati.

He had seen several hit-and-run cases online and was familiar with the process. He knew the driver would slam on the brakes when they saw him suddenly appear, and he would immediately lie under the car and demand money once it stopped.

But he never expected the Maserati to react differently, completely breaking the pattern.

The driver was a very beautiful girl who screamed in fright when she saw someone suddenly appear in front of her. Instead of braking, she took both hands off the steering wheel and covered her eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Not braking, but covering your eyes? And stepping on the gas?"

Seeing the Maserati charging at him like a wild horse, Ye Bufan had no time to dodge.

With a loud bang, he was hit and flew over ten meters, feeling as if all his bones had broken. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Never target a female driver for a hit-and-run..."

This was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

After the accident, many people gathered to watch, but no one noticed that the blood he spat out splashed onto an ancient jade pendant on his chest and was instantly absorbed.

Ye Bufan was an orphan. When he was adopted by his mother, this pendant was the only keepsake, so he always wore it around his neck.

He felt a warm sensation in his chest, followed by a loud explosion in his mind, "Descendant Ye Bufan, receive the inheritance of the Ancient Medical Sect!"

Then, an old Taoist with white hair and beard appeared in his mind, "I am Ye Xiaoyao of the Ancient Medical Sect. You have received my inheritance, so you must abide by the rules of the Ancient Medical Sect and heal the world with your medical skills."

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Numerous pieces of information flooded his brain, including martial arts techniques, medical skills, mystical arts, and various skills...

These pieces of information immediately merged with his memory, becoming incredibly clear, as if they were innate.

At the same time, the ancient jade pendant on his chest became increasingly hot and eventually transformed into a thick stream of energy that flowed into his body.

The energy quickly strengthened his muscles and bones and repaired the severe injuries he had just suffered.

A wave of extreme comfort washed over him, and Ye Bufan soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see a white room. He was in a hospital ward.

What just happened? Was it a dream?

He subconsciously touched his chest, and the pendant was gone, leaving only a red string.

He had been hit very hard by the Maserati, but now he felt no pain at all. Instead, he felt better than ever, with every muscle fiber full of strength.

The medical, mystical, and martial arts techniques he had learned in his mind were all clear, proving that it wasn't a dream and that he had indeed received the inheritance of the Ancient Medical Sect.

"You're awake!"

A surprised voice rang in his ear, and a beautiful face appeared before him.

The woman had long hair, a flawless face, and a perfect figure, making her incredibly beautiful.

He was stunned; he had never seen such a beautiful woman before, not even the beautified celebrities on TV.

"Really sorry, I'm Qin Chuchu. I just got my driver's license yesterday, and I didn't expect to hit you today!"

Only then did Ye Bufan remember that the apologetic girl in front of him was the owner of the Maserati.

He had no resentment towards her; it was his own fault for trying to pretend to be a hit-and-run victim.

On the contrary, he felt grateful. If not for this female driver, he wouldn't have received the inheritance of the Ancient Medical Sect.

Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Qin Chuchu continued, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for the accident. You stay here and rest, and I'll cover all your medical expenses until you fully recover and are discharged."

Seeing that the girl had no airs of a rich girl, Ye Bufan felt a growing sense of goodwill and said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"I was so scared yesterday, hitting you so far."

Qin Chuchu patted her chest and said, "Strangely, the doctor said you were fine after the examination, just in a coma from a concussion."

"It's a miracle."

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"My car is being repaired, but you're fine, which is unbelievable."

Hearing the word "coma," Ye Bufan was startled and asked urgently, "How long was I in a coma?"

Qin Chuchu said, "About half a day. The doctor said you would wake up after 24 hours..."

"Half a day?"

Ye Bufan sat up abruptly. His mother was still in critical condition in the hospital, and he couldn't afford to stay here any longer.

Now that he had received the inheritance of the Ancient Medical Sect, no one in the world could surpass his medical skills. He no longer needed other doctors to perform surgery; he could cure his mother's illness himself.

In a hurry, he grabbed Qin Chuchu's hand and asked urgently, "Where are we?"

Qin Chuchu was startled by his reaction and forgot to pull her hand back, reflexively saying, "This is the Central Hospital."

His mother was in the Jiangnan Hospital, which was some distance away. Ye Bufan jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and rushed out.

Qin Chuchu called out from behind, "Hey, where are you going? The doctor said you need to rest..."

"I'm fine, just check me out."

Ye Bufan ran out of the Central Hospital and headed for the Jiangnan Hospital, buying a pack of silver needles from a pharmacy on the way and putting them in his pocket.

In the ICU of the Jiangnan Hospital, the attending doctor, Xie Haitao, lifted the eyelids of Ouyang Lan and checked the instruments at the bedside, then said to the nurse, Zhang Xiaoman, "The patient is confirmed dead. Proceed with the next steps."

"Understood, Doctor Xie."

Zhang Xiaoman responded, took a white sheet, and prepared to cover the deceased.

Xie Haitao glanced at Ouyang Lan on the bed, his eyes cold and devoid of any regret or sorrow.

"If her family could pay the 50,000 yuan surgery fee, and I performed the surgery myself, she might have had a chance to live. Unfortunately, they're poor and can't even come up with that much money. Without money, they can only wait to die."

At that moment, Ye Bufan rushed in, seeing Zhang Xiaoman with the white sheet and shouting, "Stop! What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaoman was startled and stopped, saying, "The patient is already dead..."

"Lies, my mother isn't dead!"

Ye Bufan, having received the inheritance of the Ancient Medical Sect, could clearly see Ouyang Lan's condition with just a glance. She was in a state of apparent death before actual death, not truly dead.

He pushed Zhang Xiaoman aside, took out the silver needles from his pocket, and, with lightning speed, inserted them into Ouyang Lan's body.