If you were to say that Zhu Bufan and Zhan Feilong are just incompatible, then Zhan Feiyu and Zhan Feilong are two completely opposed people. Their conflict is deep-seated, having started since they were teenagers, and has never ceased to this day!

Du Yujia hurried in from outside and asked anxiously: "Zhu Bufan, how is my sister's illness? Are you confident in curing her?"

"I am confident in curing her, but it takes time." Du Yujia's inquiry was straightforward, so naturally, Zhu Bufan's reply was not going to be wishy-washy.

Du Yujia nodded her head in satisfaction and then broached the main subject: "If nothing else, come with me, there's a patient who needs you to take a look."

Zhu Bufan immediately raised doubts: "Didn't we say our clinic only accepts internal patients? Why do we need to make house calls?" Zhu Bufan is now the CEO of the Yi Family Investment Company, after all, it wouldn't look good for him to go out and see patients.

"Just come on!" Du Yujia grabbed Zhu Bufan's wrist, dragged him away from the scene, and left without looking back.

Du Yujia did not even take an extra glance at the mess in Zhu Bufan's room. That Zhan Feilong kid is just a pest, it's right to teach him a lesson, otherwise, he will come to trouble you every day and you won't get anything done!

The patient Du Yujia found this time, is a bona fide nouveau riche!

This person made his fortune opening coal mines in the mountainous regions, named Ouyang Guodong, and has contracted a strange illness. After searching for famous doctors in the city to no avail, he came up with the idea to hold a competition online. Whoever can cure his illness will immediately receive a ten million RMB prize and the title of Divine Doctor, with medical fees paid separately.

When Zhu Bufan arrived at the scene, the doors of Ouyang Guodong's house were wide open, just as a man and a woman were carrying a medicine chest into the gate. By the looks of it, they were also doctors who had come to treat Ouyang Guodong.

Du Yujia could not help but sigh softly: "We've been beaten by them!"

But others had already "won at the starting line"; they had already entered the house, and you can't just drag them out, can you?

Entering the living room, it became evident that those two were not ahead; there were still seven or eight "famous doctors" standing neatly.

Du Yujia gestured for Zhu Bufan to also go and stand in line to wait, but Zhu Bufan casually replied: "Those people are worthy to be in the same company as me? I have a lot of things to do, I'll wait here for ten minutes, if they want to see me, then see me; if not, then we leave!"

This kid was clearly playing the special card, and immediately someone became displeased. A sixty-year-old elder in the front row turned around and said: "Young man, I am a descendant of a traditional medicine family with seven generations of renowned doctors, even I am standing in line here, and you have the audacity to sit arrogantly on the sofa; what special abilities do you have!"

Zhu Bufan replied coolly: "Abilities are hidden inside, not flaunted outwardly. Those who really have abilities are the strong ones, fighting for a spot without kowtowing to others. Your behavior has already exposed you... as mediocre."

"Ah! Kid, you're asking for trouble!" The old man wanted to charge up and teach Zhu Bufan a lesson, but just as he took a step, he immediately retracted his leg. He was advanced in years with a frail body; how could he be a match for this young man? At most, he could only gain a verbal advantage.

Zhu Bufan helplessly shook his head and did not bother to counter the old man.

Du Yujia glared at him fiercely and reprimanded: "Can't you keep a low profile for once, kid? Will it kill you? You think you're the only smart one, hmph!"

"Keep it low-key, low-key." Zhu Bufan nodded and bowed, saying to Du Yujia: "Yujia, rest assured, I will definitely learn to be low-key in the future."

"What did you say? Say it again for me!" Du Yujia was clearly holding a grudge about that "Yujia" Zhu Bufan used. Wasn't this a mess?

Zhu Bufan had a glib tongue and immediately defended himself: "Auntie is young and beautiful. I misspoke because I couldn't control myself, heh heh."

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky, kid, cause you're sweet-talking!" That sentence really hit the spot for Du Yujia. Her beautiful eyes flashed as she added: "When it's just the two of us, you can call me Yujia, but when those two girls are around, you must call me Auntie, got it?"

"Yes, I got it, Yujia!"

Right at that moment, the door to the inner room opened, and two doctors with anxious expressions hurried out. They left the living room as if they were fleeing and didn't dare to look back, as if they had seen a Shura Demon inside.

A pure and charming girl stepped out from inside and called out to everyone outside: "Next doctor, please go in."

Seeing the situation was grim, the doctors hesitated to step forward, clearly afraid to approach after the panic of the two previous doctors, who were likely beaten up inside.

If one went in and failed to treat the patient, not only would it be embarrassing, but they would likely be beaten up too. That would be seriously bad news.

The old man who had claimed to be a seventh-generation traditional doctor, stiffened his neck and entered the room. The group of young doctors with shallow experience had backed out, but if he also retreated without daring to advance, it would be a huge loss of face for him!

...Ten minutes later, the old man walked out of the room, his head drooping and looking dejected.

"This illness is simply incurable!" The old man concluded firmly, about to explain to the crowd, but the beautiful girl interrupted him: "Old man, just because you can't cure my husband's illness doesn't mean you can mislead others here, get lost!"

The old man was furious and scolded loudly: "You brat, how dare you talk like that! Believe it or not, I'll..."

The old man rushed forward to fight, but two burly men charged out from the room. Without a word, they kicked him, knocking the old man to the ground on the spot.

That beautiful girl then said arrogantly: "Any of you who think you're capable, go in and treat my husband. If not, get the hell out!"

Although the old man was angry, he knew the others were powerful, so he silently slipped away with his tail between his legs. Of course, power was one aspect, but the key was that he lacked the ability to cure the patient. In this day and age, power talks. If you have power, you're the boss; if not, you'd better play it meek.

These nouveau riche kids weren't easy to deal with!

Before Zhu Bufan and the others arrived, five or six "experts" had already dejectedly left the scene. As more people went in, the emotions of the patient inside began to grow more fierce. Now, it had escalated to hitting people.

Several cowards didn't even enter the room; they just packed up their medicine boxes and hurried away.

Two bold fellows then entered the sickroom together. Zhu Bufan couldn't see what was going on inside, but the anxious mood of the people outside was crystal clear to him. Three or four people had left earlier, and with a few more entering, there were a total of 8 people left in the hall, including Zhu Bufan and Du Yujia.

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