Chapter 7: Carried Away

"I just checked online, and these things aren't supposed to be so expensive, are they?" With an awkward look on his face, Xu Yang scratched his head and asked.

"Hmph..." At his words, the middle-aged pharmacist showed an expression of exasperation. "Most of what's sold online is fake. The ginseng is usually substituted with bellflower root. Young man, haven't you heard that when people look up their symptoms online, cancer is always the starting diagnosis? The internet—it's not something you can trust entirely, nor can you ignore it completely."

Hearing this, Xu Yang’s embarrassment deepened. At the moment, even if he combined all his credit cards, he wouldn’t have enough for a hundred thousand yuan. It seemed this time he would have to leave empty-handed.

"Sorry to trouble you." Xu Yang gave the pharmacist an apologetic smile, then turned reluctantly toward the exit of the clinic.

Just then, a loud commotion erupted from the reception desk.

"Are you even capable? I've been taking your medicine for half a month now! I’ve spent over three hundred thousand, and there’s been absolutely no effect!" A fat man sporting a thick gold chain shouted angrily at the middle-aged doctor taking his pulse.

The doctor looked exasperated and explained, "Director Liu, you have overindulged yourself—both kidney yin and yang are deficient. Even if I were a miracle worker, there’s nothing I could do!”

His words drew the curious gaze of those nearby. For a man, nothing was more humiliating than being told he had kidney deficiency. Under the public scrutiny, the gold-chained man’s face flushed crimson after his secret was exposed.

Fuming, he stood up and yelled at the doctor, "You’re the one with lousy medical skills! How dare you talk about me like that? Believe it or not, I’ll beat you to a pulp!"

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a fight. The doctor’s expression changed, and he quickly stepped back.

"What are you making a scene for? If you’re useless, don’t blame the doctor!" At that moment, a strikingly beautiful young woman beside the gold-chained man cried out in despair.

She had an oval face, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, and long, straight, jet-black hair—truly captivating. Though not as stunning as Su Yanran, she was easily a nine out of ten in beauty. However, her complexion was dull; with his supreme medical skills, Xu Yang immediately saw that her pallor was due to unfulfilled desires.

Clearly, this beautiful young woman was the wife of the kidney-deficient gold-chained man.

Hearing her words, the gold-chained man's bluster instantly deflated. He forced a smile and said, "Honey, don’t be upset. Don’t worry. I won’t stoop to this quack’s level. We’ll go to another hospital and find a better doctor!"

"Forget it. Your body is beyond repair in this lifetime. I’ve resigned myself to it," the beautiful woman said, her heart filled with bitterness, head bowed in sorrow.

"No, impossible! I refuse to believe there’s no one who can work miracles. With enough reward, someone will have the talent—I’m willing to pay a hundred million if someone can cure me!" The gold-chained man declared resolutely.

His boastful words sent murmurs through the crowd.

"Who is this guy? Is he really that rich?"

"Look at his wife—she’s gorgeous, and he’s so ugly. He must be wealthy. With that face, how else could he have gotten such a wife?"

"I remember now—I saw him on TV once. His name is Liu Yu, I think."

"Liu Yu… Oh, right! He’s the owner of Liu Real Estate in Jiangcheng, rumored to be worth several billion!"

Hearing these conversations, Xu Yang’s eyebrows twitched. A wealthy boss, seeking a miracle doctor with a huge reward—wasn’t this his chance to make a fortune?

With this thought, Xu Yang strode over to Liu Yu and his beautiful wife.

"I can cure your illness," Xu Yang said calmly, his piercing gaze fixed on Liu Yu.

Someone suddenly appeared, claiming he could cure Liu Yu’s unspeakable ailment. Liu Yu was stunned.

Beside him, the beautiful woman, Guan Xiaohe, was momentarily taken aback. Her lovely eyes sized up Xu Yang—young, handsome, eyes bright and confident, far superior to her useless husband. Unconsciously, a faint blush colored her fair cheeks.

"Can you really cure him?" Guan Xiaohe asked instinctively, her voice crisp, melodious, and tinged with the magnetic charm of a young wife.

"Of course," Xu Yang replied with composure, nodding confidently.

"Wonderful! As long as you can cure me, I’m willing to give you a hundred million!" Liu Yu exclaimed, grabbing Xu Yang’s hand in excitement.

Just then, the middle-aged doctor at the desk suddenly snorted coldly. "Director Liu, you're just grasping at straws now. This kid is barely in his twenties—how could he possibly cure your condition?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Liu Yu. He released Xu Yang’s hand, his face filled with awkward self-reproach.

Just now, he truly was grasping at straws. The young man before him was only in his twenties, from who knew where. Even the doctors at Hetong Hall couldn’t cure him; how could a mere boy succeed?

The middle-aged doctor glanced coldly at Xu Yang and said, "Young man, don’t let the promise of riches cloud your judgment. Director Liu’s condition is serious—not something you young people can handle."

Liu Yu’s regret deepened. Even Guan Xiaohe’s face turned gloomy, and she nodded sadly.

Yet Xu Yang remained calm. He turned to the middle-aged doctor and said, "Doctor, skill and knowledge are not determined by age. Don’t you even understand that basic principle?"

"Heh, you’re quite eloquent," the doctor snorted, "The world of medicine is as vast as the sea. At your age, at best you’re just an apprentice. Young man, you need to be grounded and not boast recklessly!"

"I am not boasting. In fact, my medical skills surpass yours a hundred times over," Xu Yang replied solemnly, staring intently at the doctor.

"Haha!" The doctor burst into laughter. "Anyone can brag. I won’t waste words with you. Get out of here and stop interfering with my work."

He turned away, ignoring Xu Yang.

Xu Yang simply smiled faintly and then murmured aloud, "Alisma, Salvia, Codonopsis, Rehmannia, Aconite, gelatin..."