Urban Supreme Divine Doctor

If an hour earlier, in the eyes of Su Mengli, Ye Wutian and Zheng Jian seemed no different, that hour had subtly shifted her perspective. Perhaps her mother was right; Ye Wutian might be kind-hearted after all, not the complete scoundrel that Zheng Jian was.

So, with gritted teeth, Su Mengli said coldly, "Dad, I like Ye Wutian, and even if he doesn't want to get married now, I'm willing to wait."

Su Zhiyuan's face turned a livid shade of green. Being the smart man he was, he clearly understood the intention behind his daughter's words. Unable to scold her on the spot, he could only let out a cold huff.

Although Ye Wutian also knew that Su Mengli didn't really like him, hearing her say these words still allowed him to fantasize a bit. Not missing the chance to flatter himself, he said, "I never imagined that I, Ye Wutian, could be so charming. No wonder whenever I walk down the street, I hear the cries of men and the shrieks of women."

Su Mengli was completely out of patience with Ye Wutian's thick-skinned bragging. She couldn't even dare to imagine what life would be like if she really married this fellow.

Seeing that nobody was playing along, Ye Wutian stopped entertaining himself and walked towards Feng Shulan, saying, "It's about time to remove the needles."

Running to the bedside with concern, Su Mengli asked Ye Wutian, "Once these needles are out, will my mom fall unconscious again?"

"If she doesn't, that would be a problem," Ye Wutian replied offhandedly.

Su Mengli held her mother's hand, her face full of reluctance to let go.

Watching the two make a show as if it were a matter of life and death, Ye Wutian couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Shall I arrange a banquet table for a farewell party?"

Only then did the two give up.

Without further delay, Ye Wutian waved his hand over Feng Shulan's head, and in the blink of an eye, all the needles were withdrawn. Despite having witnessed Ye Wutian's skills before, everyone couldn't help but be astounded.

Just as Ye Wutian had said, once the needles were out, Feng Shulan fell unconscious again.

Su Mengli carefully helped her mother lie back down on the bed and then covered her with a blanket.

As he put the needles back into their box, Ye Wutian explained, "For the next month, I'll come once a week. The first time, I'll restore her sensory functions like sight and hearing as per your request, and then the subsequent visits will focus on bringing back her other functions. Since she has been unconscious for an extended period, her abilities won't return to normal after the four treatments over one month. She'll need to recuperate slowly to fully recover."

With that, Ye Wutian scanned the assembled crowd and stated seriously, "Also, I'd appreciate it if you all kept today's events to yourselves. I, Ye Wutian, don't take kindly to blabbermouths. They tend to be as bothersome as flies."

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Wutian flicked the last needle at the wall with such force that it stuck halfway into the cement, shockingly pinning a fly in the process.

Su Zhiyuan and the others wore expressions of fright. They felt as if their lives hung in Ye Wutian's hands, and now, even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare speak of today's incident.

After his warning, Ye Wutian reverted to his carefree demeanor, turned to Liu Yiran with a mischievous smile, and asked, "Sister Yiran, where do you live?"

"I, I live in the staff dormitory," Liu Yiran answered with a trace of panic in her pretty face.

"Staff dormitory? Do you live there alone?" Ye Wutian pressed on.

Liu Yiran's mind blanked, not pondering why Ye Wutian was asking these questions, and simply responded, "I live with a colleague."

Ye Wutian's face showed a hint of disappointment as he half-hoped, "Then, is your colleague as pretty as you?"

"That's... "

"Ah, never mind, never mind." Ye Wutian waved his hand dismissively, fully exasperated by the two young women.

He then asked for Liu Yiran's number and made his exit, but as he reached the doorway, something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned back to Su Mengli, saying, "Right, wife, you haven't even told me your name yet."

Slightly startled, Su Mengli replied, "My name is Su Mengli, I'm nineteen years old, and I'm currently a student at Jiangling University Medical School." She had chosen the medical field naturally in hopes of finding a cure for her mother.

Ye Wutian nodded, satisfied.

Once out of the hospital and with his stomach protesting loudly, Ye Wutian remembered he hadn't eaten since the beef noodles in the afternoon. Although with his cultivation level, missing a meal or two wasn't a big deal, the sensation of hunger was still unpleasant. Especially when hungry, Ye Wutian lost all interest in the opposite sex, which was a significant impediment on his path to seduction.

"Ah, should I find some thugs to extort some cash first? Or should I dine and dash, then hit an entertainment spot, snag a pretty girl, play the tyrant's game, and sleep the tyrant's sleep?" he mused.

Just as he was contemplating, a commotion and blaring horns came from afar. Looking up, he could see a large crowd gathered around a square in front, with the glare of police lights flashing.

"What's with all these people gathered around? Can it be a TV shoot?" Ye Wutian's eyes gleamed as he immediately dashed over.