The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 4

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Indeed, the moment the lump of mud was shoved into the bald, middle-aged man’s mouth, fragrance spread through it as if he had just drunk a mouthful of mellow wine made from a hundred flowers. He felt blissfully intoxicated as a stream of heat flowed through the insides of his body as if warming up his internal organs.

The occasional, pulsing pain he felt in his liver became hotter and hotter until it gradually disappeared.

After taking in the mouthful of dirt, the bald, middle-aged man completely threw away his previous concerns and took the initiative to claw at Huang Xiaolong’s rubber shoes. He kept gobbling as he dug at Huang Xiaolong’s shoes as if he was afraid that someone else would come along and fight over the mud he was eating!

The bald, middle-aged man’s companions and Song Yuru were dumbfounded at this sight…

‘Consider yourself lucky today…’ Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly.

The mud that was on his shoes was no ordinary mud!

There were endless mountains behind the village where Huang Xiaolong stayed. On one of the isolated and secluded peaks of the mountains, there were all sorts of strange and rare plants and flowers.

Hundreds of flowers blossomed there, and they never wilted. Additionally, most of the flowers had rare medicinal properties.

As hundreds and thousands of years passed, flower petals that had fallen to the ground mixed with the earth. As a result, an incomparable panacea was formed.

In other words, having walked around the mountain, Huang Xiaolong’s shoes were caked with flower mud-the incomparable panacea.

The flower mud was incredible. Given, it could not bring someone back from the dead, but it could restore the damaged cells and lobules of the bald, middle-aged man’s livers. Not to mention, repair his deformed livers and soften his livers’ lumps.

After a short while, Huang Xiaolong’s shoes had been licked clean by the bald, middle-aged man.

However, the man was still far from done.

Pfft~~~

The bald, middle-aged man let out a smelly fart, and his face turned red in embarrassment. He said awkwardly, “Miracle Doctor…I-I have to excuse myself for a moment…”

The moment he finished his sentence, he rushed toward the coach’s toilet.

10 minutes later, the man walked out with a satisfied look on his face.

With a single glance, one could tell that his swollen abdomen had flattened. Additionally, his complexion had begun to glow.

The bald, middle-aged had been able to successfully drain his ascites by defecating, and his body was now completely rid of the disease.

“That’s it? All he had to do to cure his cirrhosis was to eat mud?” The incident that transpired before Song Yuru had changed his view of the world!

“A miracle doctor! My savior!” The bald, middle-aged man ran over without a care. “Words cannot express how grateful I am! You…you…”

“Your livers have been nourished and repaired. In the time to come, you’ll have to pay attention to your recuperation. You don’t have to stop drinking but pay attention to the amount of alcohol you consume. You shouldn’t drink more than two taels of alcohol per day,” Huang Xiaolong advised him.

The bald, middle-aged man nodded fervently like a chick pecking at grains.

“Savior, I am too emotional for words…” The bald, middle-aged man retrieved a checkbook from his bag. “Tell me your price, savior. Would prefer a cash check or bank transfer? I could transfer money to you through Alipay too…the price of the treatment can’t be that cheap.”

Huang Xiaolong only shook his head. “As I’ve said before, I met First Wife today. Hence, I’m in an immeasurably good mood and am treating you for free. It’s my philosophy as a human being, and I’ll always keep my word. As for the matter of payment, don’t bring it up again.”

Upon hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words, the two middle-aged men became awestruck.

D*mn, he was a saint!

What was humility? What was treating money like dirt? That was it!

Song Yuru’s heart skipped a beat. It can’t be true, can it? Is he not going to ask for a single cent? The two middle-aged men didn’t look like they were short on money. Huang Xiaolong had just saved their lives. If he asked for money, he would surely earn quite a large sum! Nevertheless, he was not even asking for a single bill. Could it… could it be that I really hold such an important place in his heart? Moreover, he’s rather capable. Then, was what he said about the fate of Mandarin-Ducks-and-Butterflies true?’

Song Yuru could not help but look at Huang Xiaolong as she wondered. She saw that his eyes were as clear as a magical spring, and he had an aura of transcendence. Unconsciously, Song Yuru’s heartbeat turned frantic as if it was a dear that was trapped. Her flawless face became tinged with a reddish hue; she felt moved.

The two middle-aged men were extremely grateful, but they did not dare bring up the topic of payment again. Instead, they went over and sat down across Huang Xiaolong.

Without any other option, Song Yuru went to sit down beside Huang Xiaolong, giving her previous place to one of the two men.

With such a beautiful girl by his side, Huang Xiaolong could feel an aura full of feminity. Wafts of the young lady’s fragrance lingered around his nose, making him feel very comfortable.

The two middle-aged men respectfully handed their business cards to Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru.

Huang Xiaolong took the cards and read them.

The bald, middle-aged man was called Hong Quantao, and he owned several star-rated hotels in Coast City. Two of those hotels were five-star hotels, and he could be regarded as the owner of a small and wealthy business.

The other middle-aged man was named Zou Shi. He mainly worked in the home renovation industry and had a few home renovation companies in Coast City as well. Even though he was not from a prestigious family unlike Hong Quantao, he had a net worth of at least tens of millions.

Hong Quantao gave both Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru another gold-plated, diamond-studded card each. They were supreme cards he usually issued personally in private. Up till the time at hand, he had only handed out eight of those cards. Those who possessed the cards were Hong Quantao’s most respected customers.

With one of those cards, one could stay at any of Hong Quantao’s hotels for free.

Huang Xiaolong casually put the business cards and supreme cards in the canvas bag beside him.

Song Yuru had not done anything and tried to excuse herself from taking the cards. However, after Hong Quantao and Zou Shi’s continuous begging, she finally accepted them.

At that moment, Huang Xiaolong took out an old phone and said to Hong Quantao, “I’ll add you two on WeChat. If you ever meet anyone looking for someone to cure diseases, exorcise evil spirits, catch ghosts, cleanse houses, and move tombs… or any business of that kind, you can introduce them to me. Don’t worry, my rates are rather reasonable.”

Huang Xiaolong’s goal was very clear. Hong Quantao and Zou Shi were considered wealthy men, and the people that they interacted with and socialized with were similar in that sense. Perhaps by relying on them, he would be able to receive a few big jobs.

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi were extremely flattered as they added Huang Xiaolong’s WeChat and preciously saved his phone number.

After that, Huang Xiaolong kept his phone.

Song Yuru pursed her lips beside him and felt an inexplicable sense of dismay. Why did Huang Xiaolong not ask her for her WeChat ID as well?

Of course, Song Yuru had a certain sense of dignity and refused to take the initiative to ask Huang Xiaolong for his WeChat.

At that moment, at the end of the corridor, someone said indifferently, “Give way, excuse me. Please give way.”

Huang Xiaolong looked over at the source of the voice and saw a burly, bald man. He was carrying a two or three-year-old girl carefully in his arms and was weaving through the corridor.

A short man was following him from behind. A fierce, centipede-like scar was on the latter’s face. As they walked, they kept glancing around vigilantly.

The girl being carried by the bald man seemed to be in a deep sleep. She was motionless, her head resting on the bald man’s shoulder.

After some time, the two men finally managed to reach the other end of the walkway. They proceeded to enter the next coach.

“Those two look rather fierce,” Song Yuru commented.

“Uh~ those two are villains.” Huang Xiaolong stared at them.

“Villains?” Song Yuru asked curiously, “How do you know that they are bad guys? They just look a bit fierce on the outside, maybe they’re nice people. It’s not right to judge a book by its cover.”

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi looked at Huang Xiaolong curiously as well.

“A person’s true character is reflected on the surface, while their surroundings change with their heart,” Huang Xiaolong said calmly, “Moreover, everyone has different kinds of Qi. By observing a person’s Qi, you can identify their health, pathology, fortune or misfortune, good or evil… the Qi of a good person is different from that of a bad person. Additionally, the two men were emanating an aura filled with bloodlust. In other words, it means that they have killed people before and not just a few either.”

At that, Huang Xiaolong’s pupils contracted slightly. “I could smell sleeping pills on the little girl’s body, the one that the bald man was carrying. They gave the little girl an excessive dose of sleeping pills… Uh, if my guess is correct, they’re abducting the little girl.”

“Abducting?” Instantly, the expression on Song Yuru, Hong Quantao, and Zui Shi’s faces changed!