Urban Supreme Divine Doctor

Ye Wutian gave Jiang Senhui a look and asked with puzzlement, "Old man, why are you blocking me? I'm not interested in men, especially older guys like you. Of course, if you want an autograph, then wait until I've cured the person, okay?"

"Hmph! Bragging shamelessly! Let me tell you, this is a hospital, not a place for you to play in the mud," Jiang Senhui scolded, pulling a long face.

"How could a guy as handsome and dashing as me play with mud? In fact, I like to play house with little sisters, like this nurse, who seems pretty suitable to be my playmate," said Ye Wutian, as he shot the nurse a flirtatious glance. With Director Jiang by her side, the nurse didn't dare to be rude in return.

"Young man, if you keep spouting nonsense, I will have to call security to show you out," Jiang Senhui warned sternly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wutian became annoyed. "Old man, that's not fair. I'm here to save someone, and it's your own paw that's blocking my way. How come you're blaming me now?"

"Save someone? Do you have a medical practitioner's license?" Jiang Senhui haughtily asked, not believing for a moment that Ye Wutian could have such a qualification at his age.

"What medical practitioner's license? I'm not playing doctor, so why would I need that thing!" Ye Wutian complained.

Jiang Senhui snorted coldly, "Without a medical practitioner's license, you are not qualified to treat patients."

"Hey! I'm saying, you're pretty strange, old man. You're about the same age as my master, but how come your IQ is so far behind? I'm not treating you, so what are you so anxious about?" complained Ye Wutian, with his hands on his hips.

"You!" Jiang Senhui was so angry he was practically fuming, feeling humiliated by a youngster who could be his grandson. If it weren't for his status, he would have liked to teach this disrespectful brat a lesson. At the moment, he could only suppress his anger and said, "The country has laws, and the household has its rules. I can't control what you do outside, but here in the hospital, you have to follow the hospital's rules." Turning his head to Su Zhiyuan, he said in a cold voice, "Mr. Su, we are responsible for each patient's safety in our hospital. If you really want to let him treat her, then please take your esteemed wife out of the hospital first."

Knowing that Jiang Senhui was unhappy, Su Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Director Jiang, do you think you could make an exception? I really mean no harm. I just want my daughter to give up this pipe dream. If anything goes wrong, we will take responsibility."

"Since you insist, we might as well first sign a disclaimer," Jiang Senhui said and instructed the nurse to fetch the agreement.

While the nurse was getting the agreement, Jiang Senhui kindly advised Su Mengli, "Miss Su, I understand you are desperate to save your mother, but everything should have a limit. Your mother's condition is beyond help, even by divine intervention. It's better not to listen to hearsay and be swayed by unrealistic promises, so as not to be deceived." As he spoke, Jiang Senhui intentionally glanced at Ye Wutian, who was picking his earwax, making Jiang burn with the urge to slap his arrogant face.

"Director Jiang, I know you mean well, but I, I just can't bear to see my mom leave this world," Su Mengli said, beginning to sob again.

At this moment, Ye Wutian sighed with a sad face, "Ah! ~ You Western doctors who betray our trust, our Greater China ancestors have left us such a profound heritage of traditional Chinese medicine. Instead of studying it, you follow foreigners around all day, relishing the crap they poop out after digestion. With this attitude, it's no wonder Chinese medicine is lagging behind."

Jiang Senhui originally didn't want to stoop to the level of arguing with a youngster like Ye Wutian, but hearing such unpleasant remarks, he retorted, "Hmph! Young and yet so cynically sharp-tongued, truly the case of the uglier the woman, the more she tries to attract attention; the darker the bread, the more you want to fill it with stuffing."

"Who's the ugly girl, and who's the plain Jane will soon be clear, if you have the guts, then make a bet with me," Ye Wutian confidently said.

Jiang Senhui certainly wasn't afraid of a young man, so he casually asked, "What kind of bet?"

With a mischievous smile, Ye Wutian replied, "Betting money is too tacky. If I cure my mother-in-law's illness, you'll give me that nurse you mentioned earlier to serve as my maid."

Upon hearing this, everyone broke into a cold sweat.

Jiang Senhui said discontentedly, "I'm not her parent, how can I control her life? Even if I were her parents, I would have no right to agree to your terms."

"I told you, you're not smart enough, but you wouldn't believe me. Although her parents don't have the right, as her immediate superior, you do have the authority," Ye Wutian explained in even simpler terms when he saw Jiang Senhui didn't seem to understand: "You can assign her as my personal nurse, continue her salary, and if she disagrees, then offer her triple, quadruple, or even more salary until she agrees."

Even though Ye Wutian's proposal was actually feasible, remembering the way Ye Wutian had looked at the nurse earlier, Jiang Senhui was still uneasy, "You aren't planning any untoward designs on her, are you?"

"Old man, even though I know you defame me out of jealousy because I'm handsome, it still hurts my feelings. How can someone like me, who can't bear to squish a maggot in the bathroom, possibly have improper designs on a beautiful nurse?" Ye Wutian defended himself with a serious tone.

Su Mengli, who had long been accustomed to Ye Wutian's thick-skinned antics, had already developed immunity, but the rest were looking on with admiration.

"Let's wait for that nurse to come back and decide after she agrees on her own. But what about you, what if you lose?" Jiang Senhui looked Ye Wutian up and down, ultimately finding nothing to gamble.

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me," Ye Wutian replied casually.

After thinking it over, Jiang Senhui said, "Fine, if you lose, then you'll volunteer at this hospital for a month." After all, Ye Wutian's terms were not too harsh, so Jiang Senhui didn't want to be too hard on him.

"Oh, and I want to add one more thing, if I win, you have to kneel and kowtow to me to admit your mistake, how about that? Do you dare?" Ye Wutian challenged provocatively.

"There's nothing I wouldn't dare. If you lose, you'll have to kneel and admit your mistake too," Jiang Senhui readily agreed, confident that he wouldn't lose.

"That settles it then, with my father-in-law as witness, you better not cry when you lose," Ye Wutian said, arms crossed and looking triumphant.

Mr. Su felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment, while Su Mengli and Hu Xue'er were at a loss for words. It was hard to believe that the Director, a man in his seventies or eighties, was actually engaging in such a childish bet with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man.