A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

A patient treating a doctor—this is absolutely unprecedented in history. In today's world, perhaps only someone as audacious as Gu Feng could do something like this.

Su Man'er watched quietly until Deputy Director Li's figure completely disappeared, at which point her anger finally erupted. She angrily demanded of Gu Feng, "What exactly did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Gu Feng spread his hands, still looking very innocent.

"You..." Su Man'er was so angry that she was about to explode again, but then she looked around warily and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Don't think I don't know, you must have done something to him, otherwise he wouldn't have acted like that."

"Why not? He was already sick, and he knew it himself, but he just couldn't find the cause. I helped him find the root of the problem, and he's more than grateful to me!" Gu Feng said calmly, but then looked at her seriously: "To be honest, I did do something, but it only benefited him and did no harm. I can swear to God that."

Su Man'er glared at him, "So you still did something wrong, you..."

"Sister, don't say anything else!" Gu Feng waved his hand to interrupt her and asked, "Just tell me, how did you feel when you saw him in so much pain he was about to faint?"

Su Man'er paused for a moment, thought for a few seconds, and then whispered, "That's great!"

"Hehe," Gu Feng's hearty laughter echoed in the office, "Then that settles it."

"Stop laughing! You're not allowed to laugh!"

Su Man'er pretended to be serious, but when she recalled the comical scene of Gu Feng treating that Deputy Director Li, she couldn't help but chuckle. However, she stopped a moment later with a worried look on her face and sighed deeply.

"You're just being silly! Now that the doctors are all gone, who's going to treat you?"

"I'm not sick at all!" Gu Feng protested vehemently. What he couldn't stand most was that Su Man'er always treated him like a patient. "Besides, even if I were sick, that damn Dr. Li can't even cure his own illness, so what right does he have to treat others?"

"Haven't you heard the saying 'a doctor can't heal himself'..." Su Man'er exclaimed as if she had suddenly discovered something new, "Hey, you finally admit you're sick!"

"You're the one who's sick..." This was Gu Feng's subconscious reaction, but he didn't say it out loud.

The doctors had all gone to see other doctors, so there was no point in staying. But Su Man'er insisted on waiting for another doctor to take over, so Gu Feng had no choice but to patiently stay with her.

After sitting there for a while, a young intern finally arrived. Su Man'er didn't care who he was; she grabbed onto him like a lifeline and insisted that he treat Gu Feng.

Before the beautiful Su could even try to coax him, just a few flirty glances were enough to make the young intern almost surrender on the spot. He immediately wrote out more than a dozen test orders for Gu Feng, and even went so far as to forge Deputy Director Li's signature on the spot.

(Note: Interns do not have prescription privileges; even ordering tests requires the signature of their supervising physician for the hospital's approval!)

While waiting in line to pay, boredom reigned, and the beautiful Su pulled out the stack of banknotes the Bentley driver had thrown at her to lecture Gu Feng.

"Make sure you recognize this: it's money. Money isn't everything, but you can't do without it. Don't ever try to smash other people's car doors with cash again!"

"Isn't this ghost money?"

Gu Feng looked at the stack of red and white banknotes and asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Su Man'er became furious again. She grabbed the stack of banknotes and started smashing them against Gu Feng's head. "Have you ever seen such beautiful ghost money? Have you ever seen such exquisitely made ghost money? Can you buy food with ghost money? Can you pay for medical treatment with ghost money...?"

"Okay, okay, I know." Gu Feng hurriedly dodged. If he had known it was real money, he would have been out of his mind to use it to smash someone's car door!

He paused for a moment before asking softly, "Sister, how much money is equivalent to one tael of gold these days?"

When asked this question, Su Man'er was taken aback. She had never actually measured or calculated the value of RMB in this way before, but the idea was rather novel!

She started counting on her fingers and muttered to herself, "One tael equals fifty grams. One gram of gold is worth over 200 now, so let's use 200. One tael of gold is worth ten thousand yuan. Let me count... This is exactly one tael of gold."

Gu Feng was a little taken aback. A coachman could casually spend an ounce of gold; it seemed that the old man was no ordinary person.

Those queuing with them were dizzy watching the two's bizarre behavior and words. They had seen people who loved to show off before, but never anyone who loved to show off like this. They had a little money and were showing it off. They were typical nouveau riche.

Su Man'er didn't take it seriously. "Grandma is rich, and she's really showing off. Are you trying to make me feel superior?"

Finally, it was their turn to pay. The cashier's first question was, "Do you have medical insurance?"

Su Man'er gave a helpless bitter smile. Gu Feng didn't even have an ID card, so where would he get medical insurance? She shook her head at him.

Gu Feng asked, puzzled, "What is medical insurance?"

Before Su Man'er could answer, the cashier let out a disdainful sneer. "You don't even know what medical insurance is? You're such a country bumpkin. Even people from the countryside know what rural cooperative medical care is these days."

Gu Feng was ridiculed, and Su Man'er's face also looked ugly. The dog's owner was ashamed and angrily threw the stack of banknotes onto the windowsill with a "thud," making a loud noise that startled the cashier.

"We don't have medical insurance, but we have money!" Su Man'er's voice was loud, clearly saying to the toll collector: What are you going to do about it?

Seeing that this person was no pushover, the toll collector didn't dare to provoke him too much. He pursed his lips and cursed "country bumpkin" in his heart, then frantically typed on the keyboard as if he were Su Man'er, and said expressionlessly, "Three thousand three hundred and eighty."

Su Man'er also regarded the stack of banknotes as a condescending toll collector, and fiercely counted out thirty-four old men's bills, and threw them in front of the toll collector.

Gu Feng had no interest in arguing with such a person, especially since there were indeed many things he didn't understand!

He knew very well that a seven-year-old child in modern times probably knew more than he did, so he had to learn.

While waiting in line for the check-up, Su Man'er, to prevent Gu Feng from embarrassing himself again, explained to him in detail what an ID card is, what social security is, and what rural cooperative medical care is!

Since queuing is queuing anyway, and being bored is being bored anyway, I just said whatever came to mind, whatever came to mind!

Su Man'er was bored, while Gu Feng was ignorant. He showed great curiosity and enthusiasm for the new things she talked about. One talked and the other listened, like believers listening to Jesus preach. The time passed without being boring.

However, as Su Man'er's explanation went deeper, Gu Feng became more and more aware of what he urgently needed: an identity, a modern identity.

After undergoing a series of examinations—urine and stool tests, blood tests, X-rays, ultrasounds—Gu Feng finally experienced the medical civilization and progress of modern society!

I walked into a room and stood there. Before long, my entire thoracic cavity structure was so clear that every bone was easily drawn. It was amazing, truly amazing.

He lay down on a small bed, his body smeared with a liquid similar to that kind of stuff, and he saw his abdominal structure in a box—his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys were all clearly visible!

Strange, really strange.

Finally, they completed the last examination, which Su Man'er considered the most important: a cranial CT scan. Whether Gu Feng's head had any substantial damage depended on this.

There were already about ten people waiting in line in the CT room, but everyone looked anxious and uneasy because it was almost time to get off work!

I don't know if there will be any doctors on duty on Sunday. If not, then it will have to be postponed until tomorrow.

Nobody wants to delay getting sick. Doctors can afford to delay, but patients can't. No wonder everyone stares longingly at the closed door of the CT room, hoping they'll be the next one to go in.

Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, a group of doctors dressed in white coats and caps slowly pushed an old man lying on a stretcher towards them!

Of the nearly ten people in the group, only three were not wearing white coats: an old man lying on the bed, a middle-aged man in a suit standing next to him, and a stunningly beautiful girl with an icy expression.

The patients in line turned pale when they saw this!

Without a doubt, this group was here to cut in line and eat their fill, but the others could only be angry but dare not speak out!

Anyone with a brain knows that someone who can be accompanied by so many doctors must be of exceptional status, especially since those doctors all have respectful and cautious expressions on their faces!

It seems that the person lying on the lathe must be either a high-ranking leader or a very wealthy person.

When Gu Feng saw this group of people dressed in white, he didn't feel anxious like Su Man'er. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing. This person wasn't dead yet, was he?

Why are they already starting the funeral arrangements?!

When the old man lying on the bed met Gu Feng, both of them were stunned. They recognized the old man; he was the one sitting in the Bentley.