Chapter 66: Please Call Me Master!

  "Come and take a look! An ancestral secret recipe, specializing in treating all kinds of strange poisons and illnesses. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay!"

  Ye was leaning against the steps at the entrance of Shanghai's First Hospital, shouting intermittently.

  In his hand, he was also holding a cigarette, looking rather languid and lazy.

  However, in the face of the situation where registration is not possible, many people who came to Shanghai's First Hospital for medical treatment still surrounded Ye Shengfeng, wanting to try their luck.

  "Hey, I'm asking you, monk, can you really cure illnesses or not?"

  A middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck squatted in front of Ye Shengfeng and asked, "You're not going to pretend you don't know, are you? Are you that swindler from the jianghu?"

  "Call me Master."

  Ye Chengfeng solemnly chanted a Buddhist mantra and said with an unfathomable expression, "A monk doesn't speak deceitful words, if the illness can't be cured, no payment is required."

  "Alright, then show me what's wrong with you."

  The man with the gold chain sat down abruptly on the steps beside Ye Shengfeng, slightly extending his palm: "From last night to now, I've had a heart-wrenching pain, sometimes it hurts just by breathing, it's really unbearable."

  "Just one shot will do."

  Ye Chengfeng didn't take his pulse, but instead swept her divine consciousness around his heart and mouth before taking out a needle and thread tool, lightly pinching up a slender silver needle.

  "This... You haven't even taken my pulse yet, how do you know what I've got?"

  The man with the gold chain obviously didn't believe it and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

  What if there's poison on this needle, he'll be in big trouble then.

  "The hospital entrance is right behind me, thank you, next one."

  Ye put away the silver needle as he didn't believe her.

  In this world, he only saves two kinds of people.

  One is someone who completely trusts him and sincerely asks for his medical help.

  And another is what he wants to save, regardless of trust or not.

  Dongfang Wu belongs to the second kind, so he is waiting here for someone from the Dongfang family.

  But this gold chain man does not belong to either of them.

  Since it's not what he wants to save and doesn't trust him, why bother saving?

  "No, Master, I was just a little scared."

  The man with the gold chain hurriedly said, "Actually, I'm still quite looking forward to it. If Master can really cure my illness with one needle, I'd be willing to pay ten times the price of the diagnosis."

  "Let's make an exception just this once!"

  Ye was so bored at this moment, if he didn't find something to do, he would be idle enough to grow grass.

  Moreover, the most important thing is that the crowd of patients at the hospital entrance obviously thinks he's a swindler. If he doesn't show some real skills, how can others believe him?

  So, after some thought, Ye Chengfeng had no choice but to let the man with the gold chain lift his clothes, and then the silver needle quivered before piercing into the left lower rib of the man with the gold chain. After rotating lightly for a few moments, he withdrew the silver needle.

  "Is...that it?"

  The man with a gold chain almost spat out blood, subconsciously thinking he had encountered a swindler.

  But soon, he was shocked to rub his chest, took a few deep breaths, and finally shouted: "Damn, it's really amazing, one shot is effective! The heart doesn't hurt anymore!"

  "Call me Master."

  "Two hundred yuan for the medical examination, thank you."

  "Master is indeed a divine doctor."

  The man with the gold chain, who was clearly not short of money, readily pulled out twenty 100-yuan bills from his wallet: "I'm a man of my word, so I'll give you ten times the diagnostic fee! The extra is for Master, thank you very much."

  "Next."

  Ye Chengfeng didn't stand on ceremony and directly accepted the two thousand yuan, causing a stir among the surrounding crowd.

  "Will the master set bones?"

  A young man with a somewhat arrogant air pointed at his right arm which hung limply: "I was just beaten up."

  "Crack!"

  Ye Chengfeng's hands didn't even leave his body, and with a direct kick to the back of his foot, the people around him heard a "crack" sound. The young man suddenly cried out in pain.

  But the next moment, the young man found his arm could move again.

  "Awesome!"

  The young man asked with satisfaction: "You are indeed a master of great skill, how much does it cost?"

  One hundred.

  "Hehe, I don't have as much money as that big brother earlier, just one hundred yuan, Master don't be disdainful."

  The young man somewhat embarrassedly took out 100 yuan.

  "Next."

  Ye took the money from him in an indifferent manner.

  "Master, can you take a look? I really can't wait any longer."

  A middle-aged man with a plain appearance but full of stubble asked in a pale face.

  "Where does it hurt?"

  "On the back."

  The ruffian man slowly turned around under the support of a middle-aged woman and lifted his shirt.

  All he saw was the vertebrae on his back, which were severely curved, and the lower half had already swollen up high, causing the surrounding crowd to palpitate, thinking that this man's situation seemed particularly severe.

  "Sit still."

  Ye Chengfeng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his palm slid down the curved spine, followed by a heavy pinch. The bearded man let out a loud cry on the spot.

  However, the people around clearly saw that the curved spine was actually straightened.

  Immediately after that, they saw Ye Chengfeng's palm on the bruise, and it was lightly pressed. The bruise actually faded away in no time.

  "Alright, 100 yuan."

  Ye Sheng took advantage of the wind and saw two people dressed as poor people, so he symbolically said a sentence.

  "How was it?"

  A middle-aged woman asked a sloppy man.

  "It doesn't hurt anymore."

  The man with a rustic appearance felt it for a while and said.

  He then shouted excitedly with a middle-aged woman, shouting "Divine Doctor" non-stop.

  When he heard that Ye Chengfeng only charged 100 yuan for the diagnosis, the man was even more excited and knelt down in front of Ye Chengfeng: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life."

  "Next!"

  Ye waved his hand in the wind, but it suddenly stirred up the crowd.

  Me!

  "Master, let me see!"

  "Divine Doctor, I'm ill!"

  If it were before, the situation of the man with the gold chain and the youth could be disguised.

  The sloppy man from just now, however, was someone who couldn't be disguised no matter how hard he tried.

  As a result, the crowd that witnessed the miracle with their own eyes naturally recognized Ye Chengfeng's prowess and suddenly went crazy, surrounding Ye Chengfeng in layers, inside and out, so tightly that water couldn't seep through.

  Moreover, many people can see that the situation of that rascal man, if he really wants to be treated in the First Hospital, without one or two months of recuperation and tens of thousands of medical expenses, it's impossible.

  So this master who is both a medical genius and very kind naturally won the trust of the people, and patients came to see him in endless streams.

  Moreover, Ye Chengfeng's speed of treating illnesses was also terrifyingly fast, and in what seemed like no time at all, he had collected a large stack of 100-yuan bills, which at a rough glance was at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, leaving people speechless.

  But just as things were getting out of hand and no one was going to the hospital, a police officer in uniform suddenly appeared.

  "Who allowed you to practice medicine here? Do you know what illegal medical practice is?"

  As he spoke, he directly took all the medical expenses that Ye Chengfeng had received for his illness and said, "Follow me to the Public Security Bureau."

  As soon as this was said, the crowd of onlookers almost dispersed in all directions.

  Only Ye was still sitting on the steps, unmoving as a mountain.

  "Are you here to catch me or specifically come to rob me of my money?"

  Ye Chengfeng sneered coldly: "Which eye of yours saw that I don't have a medical license? Without even asking, you came and took away the consultation fee I worked hard to earn. Are you not professional enough at robbing people?"