Chapter 275: Chapter 275: I’m Not Short of Money _1
Zhang Jianjun looked like he had seen a ghost as he carefully examined the test report.
Every single data point on it indicated that Sun Dajun’s body had returned to normal, even healthier than an average person.
How could someone he had sentenced to death suddenly become normal?
Could it be that this young man in front of him was truly the reincarnation of a Divine Doctor?
In over twenty years of practicing medicine, Zhang Jianjun had never seen anything so strange, and he was instantly stupefied.
He put the test report aside and approached Ye Ming, asking softly, "Young colleague, what is your honorable surname? And where might you be practicing?"
His attitude had undergone a complete one hundred and eighty degree transformation, catching everyone off guard.
As an insider, Zhang Jianjun was acutely aware of the significance of this matter. What this young man had done could shake the entire medical community.
Ye Ming smiled faintly and explained, "I am not your colleague, to be precise. I’m not even a doctor. I don’t have a medical license; I’m just an ordinary person who knows a bit of medicine."
"You may dispense with formalities; my surname is Ye, with a single name, Ming."
After hearing Ye Ming’s self-introduction, Zhang Jianjun was dumbfounded on the spot.
He stared at Ye Ming as if he had seen a ghost, and asked in all seriousness, "Could it be that you are the legendary Divine Doctor Ye?"
"It was you who cured the old master of the Qin Family, wasn’t it?"
"And the Xia Family’s young miss, who was poisoned, was also saved by you."
"And there’s more..."
Zhang Jianjun kept listing Ye Ming’s various feats, some of which even Ye Ming himself had forgotten, yet Zhang remembered them vividly, recounting the whole process so clearly that Ye Ming was left dumbstruck.
He was extremely astonished that the man before him seemed to know him better than he knew himself.
"Well, it’s not really that miraculous; it’s just hearsay," Ye Ming said modestly.
Zhang Jianjun, smiling broadly, shook Ye Ming’s hand earnestly and said, "You’re too modest! All these things were told to me by my mentor, Song Tianming. Otherwise, how could I know them in such detail?"
Ye Ming raised an eyebrow. So that was it.
The man in front of him was actually a disciple of Song Tianming.
It wasn’t that surprising, though. After all, Song Tianming held a very high status in Hai City, being a leading figure in their medical community, with numerous disciples. There were quite a few attending physicians like Zhang Jianjun under his tutelage.
Zhang Jianjun, upon seeing Ye Ming, was completely overjoyed, as if he had met one of his own, and his enthusiasm was a bit over the top.
However, Zhang Chaoyu, who stood by the side, had already turned ashen, looking utterly defeated and unable to muster a smile.
He had intended to have Zhang Jianjun discipline Ye Ming, but in the end, he had shot himself in the foot. Far from disciplining Ye Ming, he had placed Ye Ming on a pedestal.
Xu Ling looked on in complete despair at the scene unfolding before her, her mental state nearly shattered.
While the two were conversing, a voice came from outside the door.
"Isn’t a sick room supposed to be a place for rest? Why are you chatting here?"
Everyone turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged woman walked in.
She was corpulent, with a face full of wealth, dressed exactly like a lady of high standing.
This person was none other than Zhang Chaoyu’s mother, Xu Ling’s future mother-in-law.
The reason they had come to this hospital room today was for the sake of this woman.
Upon seeing her, Zhang Jianjun hurriedly called out, "Sister-in-law, I’ve encountered a Divine Doctor; your illness can be cured."
When the woman realized it was Zhang Jianjun, her expression softened slightly, but upon hearing his words, a look of shock appeared on her face.
"What?" She could hardly believe her ears and stared at Zhang Jianjun in amazement, "Are you not lying to me? Didn’t you already tell me to prepare for long-term medication?"
Although she couldn’t believe it, she knew Zhang Jianjun very well; under normal circumstances, Zhang Jianjun was not one to joke around.
Zhang Jianjun quickly pushed Ye Ming forward and said, "Sister-in-law, this is the legendary Divine Doctor Ye, the one whom my mentor has highly recommended!"
"Just a moment ago, he cured a patient in the next bed. That patient’s condition was exactly the same as yours, and now, after Divine Doctor Ye’s treatment, the patient has fully recovered."
Mother Zhang completely trusted what Zhang Jianjun said and immediately scurried over, looking at Ye Ming eagerly, "Divine Doctor Ye, please save me quickly. I’ve been so tormented by this illness that life is worse than death. As long as you can cure me, I am willing to pay any amount!"
She looked at Ye Ming with a face full of yearning, like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.
Ye Ming looked at the woman before him, then at Zhang Chaoyu whose face was ashen and Xu Ling who looked worried; he started to smile.
"Auntie, it’s not that I don’t want to save you, but I’m not really a doctor. I don’t even have a medical practice certificate. Just now, your son and daughter-in-law reported me, and now I must go. Otherwise, I’ll soon be facing jail time!" Ye Ming said earnestly.
The middle-aged woman obviously understood what Ye Ming meant—it was clearly her son who had provoked him.
However, she didn’t have time to ask for details and quickly apologized, "Divine Doctor Ye, as long as you can cure me, I’ll give you a large sum of money. Ten million? Twenty million! Not only will I give you money, but I’ll also have my son kneel and kowtow to you!"
Zhang Chaoyu’s expression grew even uglier, but for the sake of his mother’s health, he kept silent.
Ye Ming let out a cold laugh and said, "I’m sorry, but that amount of money really isn’t much to me. I don’t lack money; I live by my mood."
Having said that, Ye Ming no longer paid any attention and left the hospital room after saying goodbye to Sun Miaomiao.
After he left, the middle-aged woman, still not giving up, urgently grabbed Zhang Jianjun and pleaded, "Second Uncle Zhang, you must help me with this matter. Doesn’t he know your mentor? Why not have your mentor help, maybe he’ll have more influence with him."
Zhang Jianjun’s expression turned troubled as he explained, "Older sister-in-law, do you think this is a game? It’s true that my mentor, Song Tianming, knows him, but my mentor has no authority to command Divine Doctor Ye."
"Moreover, my mentor even wanted to become a disciple of Divine Doctor Ye, but he refused. There’s nothing I can do to help!"
After speaking, Zhang Jianjun also left the hospital room in a hurry.
He felt frustrated, blaming it all on Zhang Chaoyu for nearly causing him to offend Ye Ming. A misunderstanding could cost him his job—which was a minor issue—but losing face was a serious matter, and it could even affect his mentor.
