Chapter 1, The Young Doctor

Ying Kuanhuai smiled gently and nodded, watching as the woman, who was clearly engaged in a special profession, left.

Oh? Is that so? I will take your pulse. He should embrace his patient, with a finger resting on the other person's wrist, his face always wearing that unhurried smile: "You've had quite a few clients these past few days, haven't you?"

With the rapid development of human society, gregarious humans began to construct something called "cities" on their planet

Of course, there are always exceptions to everything

"Director, today while counting the blood bags in the blood bank, we found that two bags are missing for no apparent reason," a female nurse stopped the old director at the stairway, holding her counting report.

The woman giggled as she leaned on Ying Kuan's body, seemingly oblivious to the old doctor beside them: "Today's guests are as shrewd as monkeys. Virgins? They now go to middle schools to find them. Who would still believe us? It would be better to pretend to be a novice who has just been unpacked; that would be much easier."

Moreover, the prescription provided by Dr. Kuanhuai is unprecedented in Dr. Xu's many years of medical practice, both unheard of and unseen before.

However, Dr. Xu could not help but open his mouth to defend himself, but as soon as he began to speak, he was interrupted by the director's wave of his hand: "He should be a good doctor. Occasionally, our hospital also needs to serve the public. At most, I will arrange for you to have a specialist consultation."

While listening to the woman's complaints, Ying Kuan tried to free one of his arms and quickly wrote down a long prescription: Yumen Jinxiao Formula: 4 grams of sulfur, 2 grams of Polygala. Preparation and usage: Grind and wrap in silk, place in a cool area. Function: To tighten the vaginal canal as if it were a maiden.

On Taitung Road stands the largest municipal hospital in New Binhai City. Regardless of day or night, there are always people entering in search of ways to treat their ailments

The woman glanced at the prescription, quickly bent down, and kissed Ying Kuanhuai on the face. She raised the prescription in her hand and said, "Ying Kuanhuai, a nice name."

Ying Kuanhuai gently nodded and called out to the door: "Next please"

Soon, the door to the dean's office opened, and a nurse who appeared very innocent walked out of the room with a smile, taking measured steps.

The director! The furious old doctor pushed open the door to the director's office, and a very alluring scene appeared before him.

From the perspective of the combination of these medicines, this prescription can be considered a perfect remedy. Of course, if there are imperfections, they do exist. Specifically, after taking these medicines, one could completely forgo meals.

The elderly doctor sitting beside him, upon witnessing Ying Kuanhuai's actions, couldn't help but rub his temples vigorously with both hands. For this young man, who had only been on the job for a little over a month, the doctor had already educated him countless times. Yet, after each session, this young man continued to prescribe various medications, never opting for the traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine that could yield substantial profits.

Dr. Xu also understood that at this moment, the director was making the greatest concession after a lifetime of hard work for the hospital. He could only weakly nod in agreement, no longer engaging in any debate. The only thing that left him puzzled was that this old director, who had said last year that even taking Viagra was ineffective, seemed particularly robust today.

The private female secretary of the director was currently wearing a white nurse's dress, straddling the old director who was completely unclothed from the waist down

People have felled patches of forest, leveled peaks, erected towering buildings, constructed labyrinthine roads, and transformed the once tranquil nights into a scene that rivals the brightness of daytime under the sun

No! The old doctor muttered to himself, standing up without caring about how others viewed him, and hurriedly walked out of the specialist consultation room, heading straight for the dean's office

As people's desires grow, both humanity and the cities they inhabit begin to develop various ailments. Alongside the emergence of diseases, there arises a profession, referred to as: doctors

The attire of the person is quite broad-minded, and it is evident that they are a doctor. However, it is surprising to find a doctor in a room with a gynecologist's sign who is so young; anyone visiting this place for the first time would surely feel a sense of astonishment

In the subsequent events, Yi Kuanhuai prescribed a large quantity of traditional Chinese medicine to the elderly woman, who appeared to have come from the countryside for treatment.

Returning to Dr. Xu, the expert, he was observing what should have been the gynecology clinic, where Ying Kuanhuai was attending to a middle-aged man with a large belly, a shiny face, and dressed in a sharp suit. For the first time, the usually taciturn Ying Kuanhuai spoke at length to the patient about his symptoms: "You are suffering from Yin deficiency and excessive fire, with blood heat causing chaos. If I am not mistaken, during intercourse, you must often experience bleeding. When your sexual desire is heightened, you feel dry in the mouth and tongue, and your internal organs are in turmoil. Afterward, you feel soreness in your lower back and knees. If you do not engage in such activities for a night, you will certainly have nocturnal emissions, along with dizziness, tinnitus, a red tongue, and little saliva. Am I right?"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly upon hearing Ying Kuanhuai's words: "It's truly miraculous! It's as if you can see my symptoms."

From behind him came the impatient voice of the dean: "Another one missing! How many times has it been this week? Haven't I asked you to pay more attention?"

"Doctor, things have been a bit relaxed over there these past few days. Could you take a look for them... I was introduced by a sister." A heavily made-up woman affectionately sat on the lap of a handsome man, speaking in a flirtatious tone, her fingers tracing circles on Ying Kuanhuai's chest.

The medical room with specialist outpatient services typically has doctors sitting inside who are often elderly, with gray hair, and it is immediately apparent that they are very experienced practitioners

Four bodyguards dressed in black clothing and black pants, wearing black sunglasses, immediately rushed forward upon hearing their boss's words, pinning Ying Kuanhuai down on the table

Dean

Ying Kuanhuai smiled and picked up the pen he usually used to write traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions, beginning to write another prescription. However, unlike his usual practice of never prescribing proprietary Chinese medicine or Western medicine, this time he unexpectedly started to prescribe both proprietary Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

The more developed a city is, the higher the density of its population. As the density of the population increases, outsiders are even more eager to join that city

If a layperson were to pick up this prescription, they might mistakenly believe that Ying Kuanhuai is providing this middle-aged man with a daily meal plan and a pictorial book.

What confounds him is that this young man seems to possess an endless array of prescriptions in his mind. Whenever a patient comes to him for treatment, he is always able to produce a new prescription tailored to the individual, truly achieving the goal of providing different prescriptions according to each patient's constitution. Moreover, the standard is that the medicine effectively cures the ailment.

"Kid, are you kidding me?" To have four bodyguards following you out the door, dressed head to toe in designer brands, even if one knows nothing about medicine, upon seeing the prescription issued by Ying Kuanhuai, one would certainly realize that this prescription must be highly problematic

The old doctor made numerous attempts to communicate with the minister and even the hospital director. However, these individuals, who usually value money above all else, would divert the conversation whenever he brought up the young man Ying Kuanhuai, as if they were extremely reluctant to discuss the matter. As a result, the old doctor, who should have been the leader of this expert group, has now completely been reduced to a subordinate role, assisting the young man Ying Kuanhuai.

In a place like the hospital, where seniority is still highly regarded, how could the older doctors possibly tolerate the sudden emergence of such a young man

The elderly doctor sitting across the table sighed after the woman had completely left and spoke with the demeanor of a senior: "Be broad-minded. Perhaps you are still young and do not understand much. However, you will not earn money by prescribing traditional Chinese medicine like this. We should strive to promote the proprietary Chinese medicines produced by pharmaceutical companies, or Western medicine, in order to gain profits from them"

As he walked past them, Ying Kuanhuai, a young man who had always been enthusiastic about his work and very willing to help others, seemed as if he had not heard the words of the young female nurse, maintaining his usual pace as he exited the www.hetushu.com.com lobby

What troubled him the most was that ever since the young man entered this so-called specialist clinic, patients who had always trusted the older doctors suddenly seemed to have changed their minds, flocking to this young man who looked more like a movie star than a doctor. As a result, he had not seen a single patient in the past week. This had caused the revenue of their specialist clinic group to decline sharply.

Everyone gradually began to doubt whether Dr. Xu, who understood synthetic drugs, was indeed capable. However, upon seeing the prescription this time, they finally felt a deep admiration for Kuankai. Although the dosage in this prescription was quite large, it was not lethal, a fact that any experienced doctor could discern.

The heavily made-up woman playfully patted Ying Kuanhuai's shoulder and said, "In our line of work, if we don't take the opportunity to earn more while we can, how will we live in the future"

Time seemed to come to a standstill in an instant, and with a cough from the old dean, the elderly doctor hurriedly exited the room and knocked on the door again

Ying Kuanhuai smiled and nodded, then asked again: "Are you sure you do not need a corrective surgery?"

Could it be that one should be broad-minded? Dr. Xu suddenly recalled the young man sitting across from him, whose complexion was somewhat pale yet still handsome and mysterious

"Dr. Xu, if it concerns Ying Kuanhuai, please refrain from speaking about it." The dean, who had been caught in the act of something inappropriate, said seriously while sitting behind his desk, showing no signs that this over eighty-year-old dean had just been engaged in activities typical of young people.

Ying Kuanhuai glanced at the old doctor who was walking out, shook his head dismissively, and placed his fingers once again on the patient's wrist while inquiring about the patient's condition.