The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - chapter 7

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huang Xiaolong took Song Yuru’s hand and led her out of the emergency medical compartment. Song Yuru blushed in an instant as she gently broke free from his grasp, her rouged cheeks were burning.

Huang Xiaolong grinned, Song Yuru’s small hands were smooth and delicate, and they could be made of catkins. It even left behind an abundance of fragrance.

At this moment, Hong Quantao and Zhou Shi and a large group of plainclothes railroad police surrounded them.

“Miracle Doctor, how was it?” Hong Quantao and Zou Shi asked in unison.

Although Huang Xiaolong’s medical skills had convinced them, frankly speaking, her heart had stopped beating. If it were curable, then it would be in defiance of the natural order!

“Um… It went well.” Huang Xiaolong did not want to rile up the crowd. Hence, he replied in a non-committal manner.

Coincidentally at this moment, the sound of the train announcing an incoming station was heard——

“Dearest passengers, our train will soon be arriving at the final stop, Coast City Station. Please sort out your luggage and goods in advance and wait before getting off at both ends of the carriage. We remind our dearest passengers to check the luggage rack, coat hook, and the belongings under your seats once more, to avoid taking another’s belongings by mistake or losing it…”

“Woah! We’re finally reaching Coast City!” Huang Xiaolong was a little ecstatic and trotted quickly toward his carriage.

As he reached there, the train had slowed down and was coming to a halt at the station. Huang Xiaolong lifted the canvas bag that was placed on the seat.

“Miracle Doctor, once we get off the train, I’ll be calling a driver to come over. I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” Hong Quantao said politely.

Huang Xiaolong shook his head. “Forget it, I’m not looking for these small gains. You guys can leave me be now, and let’s go our separate ways. I’m sure we’ll meet again someday. And, you two have added me on WeChat, right? If you have any business for me, then just contact me on WeChat.”

It could be said that Hong Quantao and Zhou Shi had met countless people before, and they had classified Huang Xiaolong as ‘a Person of Foresight’.

A Person of Foresights were generally mavericks, and if they fawned upon him so openly, they feared it might backfire on them instead. The only thing they could do was carry out indirect tactics, and they did not dare to pester him any longer. Fortunately for them, they had added Huang Xiaolong’s WeChat.

“Hey, Huang Xiaolong, didn’t you mention that your biggest hobby was catching spirits? Why are your medical skills so advanced?” Song Yuru’s point of view toward Huang Xiaolong had a complete 180-degree turn by now. The train was about to come to a stop, and she was feeling slightly reluctant to part with him.

“Oh… my medical skills? In actuality, other than catching spirits, I have lots of other talents and skills. Not only the art of healing, but I’m also skilled in all of the four arts. (TN: The four art stands for zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting.) As well as the tradition of ancient Chinese divination.” Huang Xiaolong said nonchalantly; there was no exaggeration in his tone. It was as if he was merely stating the facts.

After uttering out these sentences, the train had reached the station, and the passengers rushed to get off.

Huang Xiaolong also hurriedly got off the train in swift steps.

“Where are you heading to now?” Song Yuru pushed her suitcase and walked side by side with Huang Xiaolong on the platform.

Huang Xiaolong took a peek at Song Yuru and found that his First Wife was not only beautiful; she also had a good figure. Her two beautiful legs under the skirt were akin to suet jade that glowed with a dazzling luster under the sun. The whole person looked calm and elegant.

Song Yuru’s cheeks were burning due to Huang Xiaolong’s burning gaze. However, she did not feel any trace of disgust in her heart. She protested coquettishly. “I’m asking you a question. Why are you staring at me!?”

“You’re so beautiful, First Wife. Me? I’m going to find my uncle,” Huang Xiaolong sped up his steps to exit the station.

“Crap, don’t walk so fast… wait for me!” Song Yuru chased after him from the back. There was a hint of hidden bitterness flashing across her eyes, her heart anxiously thought, ‘You’re leaving just like this? You keep calling me First Wife over and over again yet left me with no contact information. Was this all just for fun?’

She watched as Huang Xiaolong slowly drifted further away and knew she could not catch up. Song Yuru finally could not hold it back anymore and shouted, “Hey! Huang Xiaolong! What is your WeChat ID?!”

The moment she shouted, everyone around her was shocked! How foolish! Dumbfounded! Sh*t!

Goodness me, a beautiful woman with the same level as a school’s beauty queen would openly ask for a WeChat ID from a man dressed as a farmer in a public place in front of so many people! Was this her way of asking him out?

Huang Xiaolong paused and turned around. There was a confusing yet languid and playful smile spread across his face. “First Wife, we’re bound by our Mandarin-Ducks-and-Butterflies fate. So, there’s no need for me to leave my contact information, we’ll meet again for sure. Just trust me and believe in fate. Alright, I’m leaving now. By the way, your legs are beautiful. If you wear fishnet stockings, black silks, or something of the sort, it’ll be 100 marks from me…”

After speaking, Huang Xiaolong strode speedily as if he were flying. He soon disappeared from Song Yuru’s sight.

“Fate? He makes me angry!” Song Yuru’s teeth tingled with hatred.

Men had always been the one asking for her WeChat ID, and she had always been the one disdainfully or politely refusing them. This time around, he had taken the initiative to ask a man for their WeChat and contrary to her expectations, she had been rejected!

It was the first time Song Yuru has been turned down by a man!

“Huang Xiaolong! I will strangle you next time we meet!” Song Yuru stomped her feet.

However, not a second later, Song Yuru took her mobile phone out and opened the album, There was a photo in it, and it was actually Huang Xiaolong!

Uh, this was taken by Song Yuru on the train when Huang Xiaolong was not paying attention.

Looking at Huang Xiaolong’s photo, Song Yuru’s delicate and jade-like appearance relaxed. Her gaze became increasingly gentler and softer as she murmured to herself, “I hope… I’ll see you again.”

In fact, Huang Xiaolong refused to let Song Yuru have his WeChat ID or contact details not because he was being pretentious, nor was he scheming to loosen his reins only to grasp them tighter later. The so-called Mandarin-Ducks-and-Butterflies fate was a real thing, and not some crazy nonsense Huang Xiaolong had invented.

Men and women that had the Mandarin-Ducks-and-Butterflies fate would inevitably fall in love naturally once they met. It was the rules of heaven and earth and the natural order of things. In fact, Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru would find it challenging to avoid interactions with each other in the future!

Huang Xiaolong walked out of the station, and a heatwave mixed with the salty smell of the seawater spread across his face.

Once he looked up, there were rows upon rows of skyscrapers, and there was a constant flow of pedestrians and vehicles on the crisscrossed streets.

This was the hustle and bustle, filled with music and songs nightly, and abundance of beautiful women; Coast City!

The blue sky, green jade ocean with intoxicating sunshine!

The beaches, coconut grove, and intoxicating mien!

Holy mama, the dazzling sight, feasting, and pleasure-seeking was not something the small villages in the mountains could compete with!

“Hey~~ Coast City, here I come!” Huang Xiaolong narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then muttered, “It feels like there’s a lot of dirty things… That’s the recipe for continuous business and daily income!”

Huang Xiaolong took out his mobile phone and dialed a number as he walked.

It was his uncle’s mobile phone number. Huang Xiaolong was going to settle down with his uncle first for now when he arrived at Coast City.

The phone call connected——

“Hello! Xiaolong, uncle’s not in Coast City right now. But, you have the address and house key. So, you can go in on your own. You’re an adult now, so uncle trusts that you can take care of yourself. Alright, that’s all from me. Uncle’s a little busy, so I’m hanging up now.”

“Uh~~~~~” Huang Xiaolong was a little speechless.

He put the phone away and took out a crumpled piece of paper from the canvas bag, and there was an address written on it——

“No. 18, Building 4, Flower Lake Street, Lychee District”

“Uncle’s being way too irresponsible, right?” Huang Xiaolong gently shook his head.

Even though he studied in Coast City when he was younger and had been staying in his uncle’s house, things changed with the passage of time. He had already forgotten where Lychee District was, especially the location of Flower Lake Street…”

Just then, a black BYD F3 stopped in front of Huang Xiaolong.

A head with a buzz cut the size of an inch of poked out the window as he asked, “Brother, where are you heading? I’ll send you there.”

“Um, about that… I want to ask, how much does it cost to go to Flower Lake Street in Lychee District?” Huang Xiaolong asked politely.

“Lychee District? It’s quite far from here, so, about 100 Yuan.” The middle-aged man with a buzz cut grinned.

“100 yuan? So expensive!” Huang Xiaolong said astonishedly.

“Brother, is this your first time in Coast City? Are you saying 100 Yuan is expensive? I’m telling you if you take a taxi, you can’t get there without 200 Yuan.” Buzzcut man said with an honest and straightforward smile, “Little brother, just get in the car. Big bro won’t try to scam you.”

Huang Xiaolong came here this time without bringing much money with him. So before you could blame him, it was natural for him to be frugal.

100 Yuan was too expensive!

“Forget it, it’s better if I take the bus or the subway,” Huang Xiaolong was about to turn around and leave.

All of a sudden, Huang Xiaolong stared at the rear seats of this BYD F3.

He could see a woman in white sitting in the back seat!

The woman in white had a deathly pale complexion. The skin on its face was ulcerated, its bones were almost visible, its hair was like straw, and its tongue was at least one meter long. It was holding onto a flower-patterned black umbrella, and its eyeballs were protruding several inches out of its eye sockets as it looked straight ahead.

‘Dang… This driver’s burden sure is big. Riding around with a female ghost…’ Huang Xiaolong looked at the middle-aged buzzcut man with pity.

Women in white were naturally spirits, but they were not classified as vengeful souls or malicious spirits. Generally speaking, such ghosts were not very resentful, and they were afraid of the sun and would not easily wander out during the day.

However, they would not be afraid of the sun with an umbrella.

Of course, if it did not make any moves, the unlicensed driver would not be able to see it.

“Little brother, you don’t know the way there so you can’t get there by bus or subway. Come on, get in the car. Big bro will give you another 20 Yuan discount,” Buzzcut shouted, “80 Yuan!”

“Then… Okay…” Huang Xiaolong pulled the rear door open and sat inside.

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