A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When Su Man'er drove away from home, she had a long time before her appointment with Dean Peng, but it was already time for her morning tea appointment with her friends.

At "Ru Hao Tea Restaurant"—this place is a replica, but it is even more elegant and unique than the original.

Chen Qingqing, Xu Yan, Zhao Xiaojing, and Su Man'er sat around a table, chattering like a flock of thrushes just released from their cages, sharing private gossip that could only be uttered in their boudoirs.

As always, Xu Yan showed off what new clothes her husband had bought for her, waving a brand-new platinum ring on her wrist in front of everyone!

"Hey ladies, you know what? Gold is tested with fire, women with gold, so what should we use to test men?"

"Nonsense, of course it's a woman!" Chen Qingqing retorted, then added insult to injury, "But I advise you not to try. Your woman is definitely not up to the task."

"Exactly, don't be fooled by your boyfriend's bald look; his brain isn't any brighter," Zhao Xiaojing added with a laugh.

"Who's bald? Who's bald?" Xu Yan immediately felt embarrassed.

"Your husband." Chen Qingqing and Zhao Xiaojing said in unison.

"He..." Xu Yan's face flushed red, and it took her a long time to awkwardly argue, "He just has thinning hair, okay? It looks more stylish! Besides, what does it matter what he looks like, as long as he's genuinely good to me, that's enough."

"Really? Did he sleep with you last night?" Zhao Xiaojing asked, her face full of disbelief.

"Of course I did!" Xu Yan puffed out her chest, answering confidently, but as soon as she finished speaking, her confidence faltered, and her voice lowered, "...It's just that in the middle of the night, a few bosses were short one player for a mahjong game and insisted that he go out for a business dinner. He didn't want to, he hates business dinners the most, but he had no choice for the sake of business."

"Yan'er, don't blame your sister for not teaching you how to be a decent person—in this world, you'd rather believe a rooster lays an egg than believe a man's lying mouth." Chen Qingqing spoke with the wisdom of someone who had been through it all.

Xu Yan opened her mouth to say something, but Zhao Xiaojing interrupted her: "That's right. Bad men all love socializing, and they're especially good at it. 'Socializing' is just a very respectable pretext. So many shady dealings can be done smoothly under the guise of these two words. They can do those absurd things flawlessly, leaving almost no trace, navigating the world of pleasure with ease and enjoying it immensely. Afterwards, they can return to their indignant wives and put on an innocent and aggrieved face, saying that they were utterly fed up with socializing."

"Yan'er, does your husband often tell you that when you're in the martial arts world, you're not in control of your own destiny?" Chen Qingqing asked again.

"Yes..." Xu Yan nodded blankly.

"Hmph, he must have already rehearsed the script with the other bosses: I'll go home first tonight, you guys go to that nightclub with the new girls, book a room and wait for me, call me when it's almost time." Zhao Xiaojing made a vivid and detailed statement, as if she had a lot of imagination.

"Huh?" Xu Yan's face turned pale. She murmured, "But he... he clearly promised me that he would make me happy for the rest of my life, that he would take good care of me, cherish me, and be considerate to me for the rest of his life. He knelt in front of me that day when he proposed, and said it to me in person!"

"Yes, it sounds so enticing," Chen Qingqing sighed, explaining to her on her fingers, "But when a man says that, he's either drunk or blinded by the immediate pleasure. If one day you can no longer make him feel happy and joyful, and instead become a burden to him, he'll want to get rid of you as soon as possible, like getting rid of chewing gum stuck to his hand. Besides, even if he was speaking from the heart then, he can't possibly give you 'a lifetime'—he's already in his fifties, and judging by his physique, living to sixty would be considered a long life."

"But it's not bad if you look at it that way. He has no children, so once he kicks the bucket, all his wealth will be yours, right?" Zhao Xiaojing added with a grin.

Now, Xu Yan's face turned deathly pale, and she lost all interest in showing off. She couldn't even speak.

"Huh, that's strange, our little Manman hasn't uttered a single word today."

Seeing that Xu Yan had stopped making a fuss, Zhao Xiaojing noticed that Su Man'er hadn't uttered a sound since she sat down, her face covered with worry, sitting there quietly.

"Yeah, Xiaomanman, you look unhappy. Come on, what's wrong? Tell us so we can cheer you up." Chen Qingqing teased without a care in the world.

"Could it be that your little boy is too intense, exhausting you to the point that you can't speak, eat, or sleep anymore?" Zhao Xiaojing's imagination always runs ahead of hers.

"Really? Little Manman, is your little boy really that good?" Chen Qingqing's eyes sparkled, her face full of longing.

"Of course. This humble nun, with her keen eye, immediately recognized him as a ruthless man who embodies the Eight Honors on the left and the Eight Shames on the right," Zhao Xiaojing confidently asserted.

"What's this 'Eight Honors on the Left, Eight Shames on the Right'?" Xu Yan's curiosity was piqued.

Zhao Xiaojing opened her cherry lips and slowly began to recite: "Take pride in innate bravery, be ashamed of taking medicine. Take pride in prolonged battles, be ashamed of premature ejaculation. Take pride in taking the initiative, be ashamed of being passive. Take pride in giving your all, be ashamed of being perfunctory. Take pride in working late into the night, be ashamed of working in the dark..."

Xu Yan's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

Because her bald boss only embodies all eight shames, and has absolutely nothing to do with the eight honors.

"Alright, alright, you two sluts, stop spouting nonsense and ask Xiaomanman what's wrong!"

"Yeah, Xiaomanman, what's wrong with you?" Chen Qingqing and Zhao Xiaojing both looked at her at the same time.

My husband spent the night in another woman's bed last night.

Su Man'er would never utter such words.

She just shook her head. "You guys talk, don't worry about me, I'm on my period."

Another period has arrived?

My period comes three times in one month?

The three women couldn't help but exclaim in unison, "You have so many relatives!"

Su Man'er ignored them. After finishing her morning tea, she glanced at the 24-hour self-service bank next door and took out the gold card Gu Feng had given her.

The three gossipy women behind them naturally followed suit.

Su Man'er didn't pay much attention when she saw them follow her in. She inserted her card into the machine, entered the password in six eights, and casually pressed the balance check button.

"Five?" That was the first number the girls noticed, followed by a long string of zeros. They huddled together, counted carefully, and couldn't help but gasp in unison: Five million!

"Wow! Little Manman, you actually have so much money! No wonder you can take a cute little boy like Gu Feng as your chaperone!" The girls exclaimed sincerely.

"You know nothing!" Su Man'er blurted out a curse, then, after receiving a barrage of eye-rolls from the other girls, she explained with a wry smile, "It's not me supporting him, it's him supporting me! Everything I eat, wear, use, and have in the bank—isn't it all his money?"

The women were all dumbfounded. They were tired of hearing about men in their fifties or sixties keeping young girls of eighteen or nineteen; but no one had ever heard of a single woman being kept by a young man of eighteen or nineteen.

"Little Manman, we really have to admit, you're incredibly lucky! Even being kept by a sugar daddy, you're so blessed." Xu Yan exclaimed in admiration.

"Look at your mouths, what are you talking about, it's so awful." Su Man'er scolded him, feeling a little embarrassed, but a hint of relief rose in her heart.

If my husband really did sleep with that woman surnamed Ding last night, then it wasn't a complete waste of time—at least he brought the money home, didn't he?

There's five million in this card, several hundred thousand in my original card, plus the more than one hundred taels of gold Gu Feng brought home that day, the cash from the gift basket, the income from the salary card Dean Peng gave Gu Feng, the appraised value of my house, and finally, the car I'm driving now...

Su Man'er quickly realized that she and Gu Feng had unknowingly become millionaires.

It was only now that she suddenly realized that in just one month, Gu Feng had quietly amassed such a substantial fortune.

She had genuinely believed that from the moment she bumped into him, she would be plunged into an endless sea of ​​trouble and misery. But to her utter surprise, what she stumbled upon wasn't trouble at all, but rather a windfall—a man, wealth, and sexual happiness, all in one fell swoop.

Looking back on the ups and downs of the past month, she still feels like she's dreaming, feeling unreal and dreamlike.

However, if this really is a dream, she would rather never wake up.

Let me die drunk in this dream.

Su Man'er smiled, took out her gold card from the ATM, waved goodbye to the three women, and went straight to the People's Hospital.

When Su Man'er met Dean Peng in the dean's office, she noticed that his face was still sickly pale and he was somewhat listless, clearly indicating that he had not fully recovered from the illness.

Seeing his appearance, Su Man'er felt ashamed and realized that she had been judging him by her own petty standards.

She had initially suspected that Dean Peng was using illness as a pretext to deliberately delay discussing drug cooperation with her, but now it seems that he is genuinely ill.

However, no matter how shrewd and worldly-wise Su Man'er was, and how many people she had seen, she could never have guessed that Dean Peng had suffered a stroke.

Looking at the spacious yet unpretentious office, Su Man'er felt a surge of excitement and joy for no apparent reason.

This is the director's office of a top-tier general hospital. On weekdays, countless pharmaceutical representatives and drug partners would rack their brains and try every possible means to squeeze through this door.

Unexpectedly, not only am I standing here confidently today, but I'm also about to have a face-to-face meeting with the head of this hospital to discuss drug cooperation.

Dean Peng is always decisive and efficient. After carefully verifying the drug approval documents and all procedures brought by Su Man'er and confirming that they were fully compliant, he immediately signed a preliminary agreement with her. He then summoned the head of the pharmacy department and asked her to take Su Man'er to discuss the details of the follow-up matters.

As Su Man'er walked out of the hospital, she still felt a sense of unreality.

Are the drugs I distribute really worthy of being displayed on such a prestigious platform as People's Hospital?

From now on, all you need to do is make a phone call and visit every now and then to enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

After silently calculating in her mind, Su Man'er trembled with excitement.

Starting from the beginning of next month, the day the drugs she represents officially go on sale, the commission she earns in a single day will be more than she used to earn working hard at a pharmaceutical company for half a year.

God!

Su Man'er pinched her flushed cheeks, so excited she wanted nothing more than to rush into Shenzhen University, drag Gu Feng out, and make him work overtime...