Chapter 6 Why should I pity you?

“No, please don’t! I have elderly parents and young children at home; if you send me to the public security bureau, I’m truly finished.”

Xie Haitao was completely panicked, falling to his knees with a thud and pleading, “Director Zhou, President Ma, Little Brother Ye, please have mercy on me.”

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

Facing Xie Haitao, who was crying with snot and tears, Ye Bufan’s eyes showed no trace of pity.

Thinking about how he had risked his life to stage an accident just to get money for his mother’s medical expenses, a surge of anger rose in his heart.

“You ask me to pity you, but did you ever pity those helpless patients and their families?

Do you know how they scraped together that money? It was their hard-earned money from selling houses and land, money meant to save their loved ones’ lives!

Yet, you casually wrote a prescription and snatched it all away. This is ten times more despicable than a robber! Why should I pity you?”

“I…”

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

Seeing Ye Bufan’s attitude, Zhou Yongliang said coldly, “Go to the public security bureau and turn yourself in. Perhaps you’ll receive a more lenient sentence.”

Ma Haidong waved his hand, called over two security guards to drag him out, and then said with an apologetic expression, “Little Brother Ye, I am truly sorry. I never imagined there would be such a parasite in our hospital.

As an apology, all of your mother’s medical expenses will be waived, and the hospital will also provide 30,000 yuan as a thank-you for your assistance this time.”

Ye Bufan nodded. The hospital’s handling of the matter showed great sincerity, so he said nothing more.

Zhou Yongliang said, “Little Brother Ye, where do you work? How do you possess such superb Medical skill?”

Ye Bufan said, “I haven’t graduated yet; I’m a third-year student at Jiangnan Medical University, and I learned my traditional Chinese medicine from my Master.”

Zhou Yongliang asked, “May I ask which esteemed traditional Chinese medicine practitioner your Master is?”

Ye Bufan said, “My Master is named Ye Xiao Yao. He is a reclusive expert, and not many people know his name.”

“Oh!”

Zhou Yongliang said nothing more. Having been in the health sector for so many years, he had indeed never heard of a famous doctor named Ye Xiao Yao.

Ma Haidong said, “Little Brother Ye, are you interested in working as a doctor at our hospital? As long as you’re willing to come, I’ll immediately make you a chief physician, taking over Xie Haitao’s position.”

Jiangnan Hospital is one of the top hospitals in Jiangnan City. It’s almost impossible for ordinary medical university graduates to get a job there, yet he

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offered a chief physician position right away, showing how highly he valued Ye Bufan’s Medical skill.

Zhou Yongliang chuckled, “President Ma, you are truly eager for talent!”

Ma Haidong said, “Little Brother Ye’s Medical skill is divine. I even feel it’s an underestimation to make him a chief physician, but that’s the extent of my authority.”

In their opinion, with such generous treatment, the Young man in front of them would surely agree, but to their surprise, Ye Bufan shook his head and said, “President Ma, I appreciate your kindness.

However, your hospital is a Western medicine hospital, and I specialize in traditional Chinese medicine, so it’s really not suitable for me to come here.”

Ma Haidong said, “That’s no problem. As long as Little Brother Ye is willing to come, I can set up a separate traditional Chinese medicine consultation room for you.”

He truly valued Ye Bufan’s Medical skill. With such a stabilizing force, the hospital would be able to solve difficult and complex cases like today’s immediately in the future.

Ye Bufan shook his head again: “President Ma, I am truly not suitable to work here.”

What he wanted to do was promote traditional Chinese medicine, and a hospital had too many rules and regulations, which wasn’t suitable for individual development. In comparison, he was more inclined to open his own traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

A deep sense of disappointment flashed in Ma Haidong’s eyes: “All right then, Little Brother, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be waiting here anytime.”

He then called the hospital’s office director, had all of Ouyang Lan’s medical expenses waived, and also gave 30,000 yuan as a thank-you fee.

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 let her know he was safe, then dialed his girlfriend Zhu Linlin’s phone number.

An electronic voice message came through: “Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off.”

Ye Bufan sighed. Since the holiday started, Zhu Linlin had disappeared. He couldn’t see her, and her phone was unreachable. He didn’t know what had happened.

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

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

After a simple wash-up, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to Cultivate the Chaos Heart Sutra, which was passed down from the Ancient Medical Sect Legacy.

According to the records of the Ancient Medical Sect, the Chaos Heart Sutra was passed down by Shennong, the progenitor of the Dao of medicine. It is an extremely advanced Cultivation Technique, and also more suitable for treating illnesses and saving lives.

After he began to Cultivate, he felt a warm True Qi rise from his Dantian, flowing through his body along the circulation route described in the Heart Sutra.

As time passed, this True Qi grew stronger and stronger,

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and his body became increasingly comfortable.

Early the next morning, the fiery red sun slowly rose from the east. Ye Bufan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness flashing within them.

At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement. After a night of Cultivation, the Chaos Heart Sutra had reached the ninth layer of the Qi Refinement Stage, just one step away from Foundation Establishment.

What surprised him the most was that upon reaching the ninth layer, he gained Divine Sense. Even with his eyes closed, he could perceive objects within a two-meter radius.

Moreover, the Divine Sense had a透视 function; not only could walls not obstruct his vision, but he could also see through people’s bodies. At this moment, his Meridians, bones, and blood flow were all clearly visible.

He knew that the rapid progress of his cultivation was entirely due to the Spiritual Qi transformed from the Gu Yu pendant.

However, Spiritual Qi is scarce on Earth now, making it difficult to improve further in the future. Fortunately, he had obtained the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect and could refine Medicinal Pills to help him improve his cultivation.

Ye Bufan got out of bed, washed up simply, had some breakfast, and then, feeling refreshed, left the school gate, intending to find a pharmacy to buy the Medicinal Materials for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill.

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

Qin's Group is a well-known enterprise in Jiangnan City with strong capabilities. In front of the office building was a small square spanning several hundred square meters.

When Ye Bufan passed by, many people had gathered in the square, watching something.

He glanced over and saw a red Porsche 911 parked in the center of the square, and in front of the Porsche was a heart-shaped pattern made of nine hundred ninety-nine roses.

A Young man in his twenties, dressed in a suit, with meticulously styled hair, stood in front of the car, holding a bouquet of blue enchantress roses. It looked like he was waiting to confess to someone.

The Young man was quite handsome, but Ye Bufan could tell at a glance that his face was pale and his Qi was weak, typical of excessive indulgence, his body completely hollowed out by alcohol and women.

Just then, a soft, fragrant object bumped into him.

Ye Bufan quickly turned his head. It was a woman in an OL professional suit. Her attention seemed to have been drawn to the Young man in the square as well, and the two of them collided.

Fortunately, they weren’t moving fast, and the woman regained her balance after stumbling back two steps.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry!”

Both knew they hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going and apologized to each other in unison.

Then, they both exclaimed in surprise, “How is it you?”