Urban Supreme Divine Doctor

"Don't get too happy just yet. What I did just now was merely prepare her for a comprehensive repair; her current state is like the fleeting revival of someone on their deathbed, and it won't last very long. Once I remove these needles, she will still fall into a coma, and her condition will need to be gradually restored through future treatments." In fact, Feng Shulan's current state was entirely maintained by the True Qi that Ye Wutian had just injected into her brain.

Su Mengli's joy faded slightly when she heard what Ye Wutian said but she still maintained a joyful demeanor. After all, she had finally seen a glimmer of hope.

"Mengli, who is this?" Feng Shulan asked Su Mengli, her voice filled with confusion.

"Mom, he's the one who woke you up," Su Mengli explained.

Ye Wutian didn't interrupt the mother and daughter, instead, he turned to Jiang Senhui with a sly smile and said, "Director Jiang, the bet we just made still stands, right?"

Shuddering at being addressed by Ye Wutian, an odd expression that was a cross between crying and laughing appeared on Jiang Senhui's pale face.

"Then kneel down and admit your mistake first," Ye Wutian said proudly.

Hearing Ye Wutian's words, everyone felt a bit uneasy. After all, Jiang Senhui was advanced in age, and making him kneel before a young man not even twenty years old seemed rather cruel. But there was a prior agreement between the two men, and no one felt it right to interfere.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jiang Senhui said helplessly, "A bet's a bet, a loss is a loss." He then began to bend his knees, preparing to kneel, but Ye Wutian stopped him just in time.

"Hehe, Director Jiang, I was just joking with you, there's no need to take it seriously. You're about the same age as my master, and it would be unlucky for me, Ye Wutian, if you really knelt down," Ye Wutian said with a laugh.

Relieved by Ye Wutian's words, everyone took a deep breath.

But not a moment later, Ye Wutian added, "However, we do need to honor our previous agreement."

Glancing at the nurse, who was still in shock, he said with a mischievous smile, "Nurse, from now on, you'll be my, Ye Wutian's, maid."

"Ah?" The nurse gasped, regaining her senses suddenly. How had she inexplicably become someone else's maid? She looked at Ye Wutian with confusion, then at Jiang Senhui.

Jiang Senhui hurriedly explained, "Yes, well, about the proposal I made earlier for you to be Divine Doctor Ye's personal nurse, what do you think?" At this moment, Jiang Senhui already regarded Ye Wutian as not just a doctor, but a divine one capable of resurrecting the dead. Therefore, he had long since forgotten about any medical practice license.

The nurse looked utterly bewildered, clearly still not understanding the situation.

Ye Wutian, for his part, wasn't in a hurry. He cheerfully asked the nurse, "Nurse, I'm guessing you studied traditional Chinese medicine, right?"

"How did you know?" asked the nurse, surprised.

"When I felt your hand earlier, I noticed the skin on your right index finger and thumb was peeling, probably from using needles to train your finger strength, or maybe from rubbing a certain part of the body frequently?" Ye Wutian said, a lecherous smile appearing on his face as he spoke the latter part.

"You..." The nurse was quick-witted and immediately understood the innuendo in Ye Wutian's words. A blush crept onto her face, and she pouted, giving Ye Wutian a fierce glare.

Jiang Senhui quickly chimed in, "Since you studied traditional Chinese medicine, following Divine Doctor Ye couldn't be more fitting. With Divine Doctor Ye's miraculous medical skills, even I want to take him as my master. And now that he has chosen you, it's a very rare opportunity for you. You should really seize it." Of course, Jiang Senhui wasn't just flattering Ye Wutian—his words came straight from the heart.

Reminded by Jiang Senhui, the nurse suddenly realized something. Ye Wutian's needle technique was unparalleled among all practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, far surpassing any of the professors at the medical college who claimed to be experts. As for becoming a disciple, the idea never even crossed the nurse's mind. As a recent graduate and intern, just working at City Central Hospital was a great honor. She couldn't dare to dream of studying under a peerless divine doctor like Ye Wutian.

But now, Jiang Senhui was clearly offering her the chance to follow Ye Wutian. She didn't hesitate a bit, quickly forgetting how lecherously Ye Wutian had looked at her, and eagerly nodded in agreement, saying, "I am willing, I am willing, Master, please accept your disciple's bow."

The nurse was about to kneel and bow when Ye Wutian sharply stopped her, "Hold on, who said anything about becoming your master? I want you to be my maid." After all, if this girl became his disciple, wouldn't it be against morality to take liberties with her?

Besides, the Master had warned him a thousand times, ten thousand times, the Xuanyuan Medical Sect was not to take on disciples lightly. And even if a disciple was to be accepted, they had to be personally approved by his own Master. When the Master had taken him as a disciple, he had undergone the scrutiny of his own Master.

Speaking of his Great Grand-Master Ye Wuming, Ye Wutian couldn't help feeling a bit apprehensive. His Great Grand-Master had always been elusive. His own Master had searched for him for years before finding him, and now it was uncertain whether he was dead or alive, or perhaps he had joined the trend of time-travel.