Chapter 1: Meeting a Female Driver

Jiangnan City, morning.

Ye Bufan stood by the roadside, his expression complex as he watched the endless stream of cars.

"Go pay the surgery fee quickly, or I guarantee your mother won't live past today."

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

"No money! No money! What does your mother's life or death have to do with me?"

Ye Bufan's mother was hospitalized and urgently needed 50,000 yuan for surgery, but he couldn't raise a single cent despite trying everything, which made him extremely anxious.

"It seems the only way to get money for my mother's surgery is to stage a car accident. Although it goes against my conscience, I have no other choice. I'll pay it back immediately once I have the money."

After deciding to stage a car accident, he looked at the road again. 50,000 yuan was not a small sum; he had to find a good car.

Just then, a red Masarati drove by, its speed not too fast.

"That's the one!"

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

He had watched several car accident staging cases online and was familiar with the procedure. He figured that upon his sudden appearance, the driver would slam on the brakes. Once the car stopped, he would immediately lie under the wheel and demand money.

But he never expected this Masarati's reaction to be different from what he imagined, completely unexpected.

The driver was a very beautiful girl. When she saw someone suddenly appear in front of the car, she immediately screamed in fright. Instead of stepping on the brakes, she let go of the steering wheel with both hands and covered her eyes.

"What the heck is going on? You're not hitting the brakes, but covering your eyes? And what's with stepping on the gas?"

Seeing the Masarati charging like a runaway wild horse, Ye Bufan no longer had time to dodge.

With a loud bang, he was thrown more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string. In mid-air, he felt all his bones break, and he vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood.

"Don't stage car accidents with female drivers…"

This was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

After the accident, countless people gathered to watch, but no one noticed that the blood he spat out splattered onto a Gu Yu pendant on his chest, which was absorbed completely in an instant.

Ye Bufan was an orphan. This pendant was the only token when his mother adopted him, so he had always worn it on his chest.

He vaguely felt a warmth coming from his chest, followed by a loud bang in his Sea of Consciousness. "Junior Ye Bufan, receive my Ancient Medical Sect Legacy!"

Then, an old Daoist in green robes with white hair and beard appeared in his Sea of Consciousness. "I am Ye Xiao Yao of the Ancient Medical Sect. You have received my Legacy, and you must abide by the rules of my Ancient Medical Sect: heal the sick and practice Medical skill throughout the world."

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Subsequently, countless pieces of information merged into his brain: martial Dao Cultivation Technique, Medical skill methods, mysterious Daoist arts, various skills…

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

At the same time, the Gu Yu pendant on his chest grew hotter and hotter, eventually transforming into a powerful stream of Qi that poured into his body.

After the Qi entered his body, it rapidly strengthened his muscles and bones, and gradually repaired the severe injuries he had just sustained.

A feeling of extreme comfort came over him, and Ye Bufan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown period, he regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see a pristine white environment; he was in a hospital room.

What just happened? Was it a dream?

He instinctively touched his chest; only a red string remained of the pendant on his chest. The Gu Yu had disappeared.

He had clearly been severely hit by the Masarati, but now he felt no pain at all. On the contrary, he felt better than ever, every muscle fiber filled with strength.

The Medical skill, mysterious arts, and martial Dao Cultivation Technique he had learned in his brain were all crystal clear, each proving that it was not a dream and that he had indeed received the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect.

"You're awake!"

A surprised voice sounded in his ear, followed by a stunningly beautiful face appearing before him.

This woman had long hair draped over her shoulders, a face so exquisite that no flaw could be found, coupled with her curvaceous and graceful figure, she was truly beautiful to the extreme.

He couldn't help but stare. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life; even the beautified female celebrities on TV were no match.

"I'm so sorry. My name is 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 Masarati.

He held no resentment towards this girl; he had deliberately staged the car accident, so he couldn't blame her.

On the contrary, his heart was filled with gratitude. If he hadn't encountered this female driver, he wouldn't have obtained the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Chuchu continued, "Don't worry, I will take responsibility for hitting you. Just rest well here. I will cover all your medical expenses until you are fully recovered and discharged."

Seeing that the girl in front of him showed no arrogance of a rich young lady, Ye Bufan's impression of her greatly improved. He said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"I was so scared yesterday; I actually hit you that far."

Qin Chuchu said, patting her ample chest, "It's strange, though. The doctor said you were fine after the examination, just temporarily unconscious from a concussion.

This is simply a miracle.

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My car was sent for major repairs, but you're fine. It's unbelievable."

Hearing the word 'unconscious,' Ye Bufan's heart skipped a beat, and he anxiously asked, "How long was I unconscious?"

Qin Chuchu said, "About half a day. The doctor originally said you wouldn't wake up until after 24 hours…"

"Half a day?"

Ye Bufan suddenly sat up. His mother was still in critical condition at the hospital, and he couldn't delay here any longer.

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

In his haste, he grabbed Qin Chuchu's hand and eagerly asked, "Where is this?"

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

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

Qin Chuchu called from behind, "Hey, where are you going? The doctor wants you to rest well…"

"I'm fine now. Just process the discharge."

Ye Bufan said, and then dashed out of the Central Hospital, running towards Jiangnan Hospital. As he passed a pharmacy, he bought a packet of silver needles and put them in his pocket.

Inside the ICU ward of Jiangnan Hospital, the attending physician, Dr. Xie, flipped through Ouyang Lan's eyelids and looked at the instruments by the bedside. He said to the nurse, Zhang Xiaoman, "The person is confirmed dead. Proceed with the next step."

"Understood, Dr. Xie."

Zhang Xiaoman replied, picked up a white sheet, and prepared to cover the deceased.

Dr. Xie glanced at Ouyang Lan lying on the bed, his eyes full of indifference, without any regret or guilt.

"If her family could pay the 50,000 yuan for the surgery, and I performed it myself, perhaps there would still be hope for her to live.

It's a pity she's a pauper; she can't even come up with that little money. Without money, she can only wait for death."

Just then, Ye Bufan rushed in from outside and, seeing the white sheet in Zhang Xiaoman's hand, shouted, "Stop! What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaoman was startled and stopped her actions, saying, "The patient is already dead…"

"Nonsense! My mom isn't dead!"

Ye Bufan had obtained the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect. With just one glance, he understood Ouyang Lan's condition perfectly. She was currently in a state of suspended animation before death, not truly dead.

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