Chapter 6

"Don't, please don't! I have elderly parents and young children at home. If you send me to the police station, it will be the end of me."

Xie Haitao was completely panicked. He fell to his knees with a thud and pleaded, "Director Zhou, Director Ma, Brother Ye, please have mercy on me."

Zhou Yongliang and Ma Haidong both looked at Ye Bufan, clearly waiting for him to make the decision.

Facing the weeping Xie Haitao, Ye Bufan's eyes showed no pity.

Thinking about how he had risked his life to fake an accident to raise money for his mother's medical expenses, his anger surged.

"Do you think I should pity you? Have you ever pitied those helpless patients and their families?

Do you know how they managed to gather the money? It's the hard-earned money from selling their houses and land, money meant to save their loved ones!

In the end, you just casually write a prescription and take it all away. This is ten times worse than robbery. Why should I pity you?"

"I..."

Xie Haitao was speechless, collapsing to the ground like a pile of mud.

Seeing Ye Bufan's attitude, Zhou Yongliang said coldly, "Go to the police station and turn yourself in. Perhaps you might get a lenient sentence."

Ma Haidong waved his hand, calling over two security guards to drag him out. Then, with a look of regret, he said, "Brother Ye, I sincerely apologize. I never expected there to be such a corrupt person in our hospital.

To show our apology, all your mother's medical expenses will be waived, and the hospital will give you 30,000 yuan as a token of gratitude for your help."

Ye Bufan nodded. The hospital's attitude was very sincere, so he didn't say anything more.

Zhou Yongliang asked, "Brother Ye, where do you work? How did you acquire such advanced medical skills?"

Ye Bufan replied, "I haven't graduated yet. I'm a third-year student at Jiangnan Medical University, and my traditional Chinese medicine skills were learned from my master."

Zhou Yongliang asked, "Who is your master, the renowned TCM practitioner?"

Ye Bufan said, "My master's name is Ye Xiaoyao. He is a hermit sage, and not many people know his name."

"Oh!"

Zhou Yongliang didn't say anything more. In his many years in the health sector, he had never heard of a famous doctor named Ye Xiaoyao.

Ma Haidong said, "Brother Ye, are you interested in working as a doctor in our hospital? If you come, I will immediately appoint you as the chief physician to replace Xie Haitao."

Jiangnan Hospital is one of the top hospitals in Jiangnan City. It's almost impossible for an ordinary medical university graduate to work here, and

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he offered the position of chief physician, showing how much they valued Ye Bufan's medical skills.

Zhou Yongliang smiled, "Director Ma, you really are eager for talent!"

Ma Haidong said, "Brother Ye's medical skills are divine. I feel it's a waste for him to be just a chief physician, but that's the extent of my authority."

In their view, such a generous offer would certainly be accepted by the young man, but to their surprise, Ye Bufan shook his head and said, "Director Ma, I appreciate your offer.

But your hospital is a Western medicine hospital, and I specialize in traditional Chinese medicine. It wouldn't be a good fit for me to work here."

Ma Haidong said, "That's not a problem. As long as Brother Ye is willing to come, I can set up a separate TCM clinic for you."

He truly valued Ye Bufan's medical skills. Having such a pillar of support would help the hospital solve difficult cases like today's.

Ye Bufan shook his head again, "Director Ma, I really don't think it's suitable for me to work here."

His goal was to promote traditional Chinese medicine. The hospital had too many rules and regulations, which were not conducive to personal development. In comparison, he preferred to open his own TCM clinic.

Ma Haidong's eyes showed deep disappointment, "Alright, Brother Ye. If you change your mind, I will always be here to welcome you."

He then called the hospital's office director to waive all of Ouyang Lan's medical expenses and gave 30,000 yuan as a token of gratitude.

Ye Bufan took the money and left Jiangnan Hospital.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He first called Ouyang Lan to report his safety, then dialed his girlfriend Zhu Linlin's phone number.

The electronic voice on the phone said, "Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service."

Ye Bufan sighed. Since the holiday started, Zhu Linlin had disappeared, unreachable by phone. He didn't know what had happened.

Although it was summer break, his mother's rented small bun shop was only a dozen square meters, making it inconvenient to return home. He had been staying at the school for the past few days.

Back in the dormitory, he was the only one there, as everyone else had gone home.

After a quick wash, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the Chaotic Heart Sutra, a cultivation technique passed down from the Ancient Medical Sect.

According to the records of the Ancient Medical Sect, the Chaotic Heart Sutra was passed down by the medical ancestor Shennong, a highly advanced cultivation technique that was also excellent for healing.

After starting his practice, he felt a warm and gentle true qi rise from his dantian, circulating through his body according to the route described in the sutra.

As time passed, the true qi grew stronger, and his body felt increasingly comfortable.

The next morning, the sun slowly rose in the east. Ye Bufan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness in them.

He was filled with excitement. After a night of cultivation, the Chaotic Heart Sutra had reached the ninth level of the Qi Condensation stage, just one step away from the Foundation Establishment stage.

What delighted him most was that reaching the ninth level granted him spiritual awareness, allowing him to see within a two-meter radius even with his eyes closed.

Moreover, his spiritual awareness had a penetrating ability. Not only could walls not block his vision, but he could also see through the human body. He could clearly see his own meridians, bones, and blood flow.

He knew that his rapid progress was entirely due to the spiritual energy from the ancient jade pendant.

However, the earth was now lacking in spiritual energy, making future advancement difficult. Fortunately, he had inherited the Ancient Medical Sect's techniques, which allowed him to refine elixirs to help improve his cultivation.

Ye Bufan got out of bed, washed up, and had a simple breakfast. Feeling refreshed, he left the school gate, planning to find a pharmacy to buy the ingredients for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Not far from Jiangnan Medical University was a 20-story office building, luxuriously decorated yet elegant. This was the headquarters of the Qin Family Group.

The Qin Family Group was a well-known company in Jiangnan City, with substantial resources. In front of the office building was a small square of several hundred square meters.

As Ye Bufan passed by, he saw a crowd gathered in the square, watching something.

He glanced over and saw a red Porsche 911 parked in the center of the square, with a heart-shaped pattern made of 999 roses in front of the car.

A young man in his twenties, dressed in a suit, stood in front of the car, his hair neatly styled. He held a bouquet of blue roses, apparently waiting to confess his love to someone.

The young man was somewhat handsome, but Ye Bufan could see at a glance that his face was pale, and his qi was weak, a clear sign of excessive indulgence and a body drained by alcohol and women.

At that moment, a soft and fragrant object collided with him.

Ye Bufan quickly turned his head to see a woman in an OL business suit. Her attention seemed to be drawn to the young man in the square, and they had bumped into each other.

Fortunately, they were not moving fast, and the woman took a couple of steps back to steady herself.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry!"

Both realized they hadn't been paying attention to where they were going and apologized to each other.

Then they both exclaimed in surprise, "It's you?"