A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng's casual remark struck Chu Xinran's weak spot perfectly.

She deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping back onto the sofa. After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "My attitude was bad... Can we start over?"

"Okay," Gu Feng replied crisply and sat down again.

These two acted as if they were filming a movie, calling "cut" and starting over, leaving the two people at the door—Chu Hanzhong and Chu Hanliang—who were pretending to be acting as if they were just putting on a show, but were actually listening intently, completely bewildered.

After settling down, Miss Chu remained silent for a long time. Her anger had subsided, her mind was blank, and she had completely forgotten where she was in the conversation.

"You just mentioned your third uncle," Gu Feng had no choice but to remind him.

"Oh right." Chu Xinran snapped out of her daze and went along with it, "Why don't you treat my third uncle's arm first, okay?"

"Okay." Gu Feng actually nodded.

Chu Xinran never expected him to agree so readily. She was so happy she almost jumped off the sofa and turned to invite her third uncle into the house. The two people at the door were also overjoyed, their faces contorted with delight, and they hurriedly tried to push their third uncle inside.

"Wait a minute." Gu Feng shook his head slowly as he saw her get up.

"What? Didn't you agree?" Chu Xinran paused, her face full of confusion.

"I've agreed," Gu Feng said slowly, "but I can't leave out anything that needs to be said or any of the conditions that need to be mentioned."

There's no such thing as a free lunch. That's certainly true. Chu Xinran sighed helplessly and patiently sat up straight again: "Then you go ahead and say it."

"The reason I agreed to treat your third uncle's arm is firstly because of our past acquaintance. Besides, you took me home late at night last time, and I've always remembered that favor. Treating his injury is my way of repaying that kindness."

Outside the door, Chu Laosan listened intently, nodding frantically. It hurt! It hurt so much, ten times worse than a circumcision.

"Secondly, your third uncle's mistake wasn't unforgivable. He suffered for a day and a night; I think that lesson will stay with him for a lifetime."

"Have you finished speaking?" Chu Xinran asked quickly after he finished speaking.

"I'm done talking," Gu Feng nodded.

"Can it be treated now?"

"no."

"What else?" Chu Xinran finally lost her temper, her tone full of impatience. "Why are you more long-winded than a woman!"

"There are still conditions I haven't mentioned." Gu Feng said calmly, as if he were sitting on the sidelines, unhurried.

"Okay, okay, bring it up quickly!"

Looking at her expression, as if she wanted to pry his mouth open, Gu Feng suddenly had an absurd idea—to say something like he did to Ding Hanhan, "Take off your clothes and let me see."

This time, however he tried to muster the courage and emotion he once had, he couldn't recapture it. In the end, he could only sigh inwardly and say solemnly, "As per the old rules, the consultation fee is one hundred taels of gold."

"What?" Chu Xinran jumped up.

The two men outside, who were fiddling with the security door, nearly stabbed each other in the chest with screwdrivers.

"Damn it. It's so damn shady. It costs over a million to treat an arm, why don't you just rob someone?" Chu Hanzhong and Chu Hanliang cursed in their hearts almost simultaneously.

"This is my bottom line." Gu Feng shrugged. "If you think it's too expensive, then find someone else." His expression clearly said—take it or leave it.

Chu Xinran gasped several times before finally managing to speak: "Dr. Gu, our Chu family is not like the Ding family. A million or so is nothing to the Ding family, but it's a death sentence for us. My father is a bureau chief, but he's honest, doesn't embezzle, and doesn't keep mistresses; my second uncle is always broke; my third uncle seems successful running a nightclub, but he's secretly drowning in debt. My mother is rich, but this morning..."

"Cough—" A dry cough came from outside the door at just the right time.

Chu Xinran abruptly stopped speaking, swallowing the rest of her words, but still looked at Gu Feng pitifully and said, "For the sake of our relationship, could you... give me a discount?"

Gu Feng didn't feel much from the first part of what was said. But when the word "affection" came out, a chord was slightly plucked in his heart. He sighed and asked, "So how much can you contribute?"

"This... I'll go ask." Chu Xinran got up and ran outside, where she huddled with the three elders and whispered among themselves for a while.

Back inside, she held up one index finger to Gu Feng, making an "eight" shape.

Eighty taels. Although it was a bit little, out of consideration for his "relationship" with her, Gu Feng decided to reluctantly accept it. However, as usual, he still wanted to confirm, so he raised his chin and asked, "How much?"

"Eight ounces." Chu Xinran blushed like a boiled shrimp, squeezing out the two words with the utmost difficulty.

"What?" This time it was Gu Feng's turn to jump up. He thought he had misheard.

"Dr. Gu, Doctor Gu, can I call you Brother Gu? My family is really broke. These eight taels of gold are worth over 100,000 yuan, which is the most we can raise right now." Chu Xinran was telling the truth.

This morning, Chu Hanzhong and Zheng Fengjiao went to get a divorce. Chu Hanzhong only took their daughter and the house.

He gave all his savings, cash, stocks, and bonds to Zheng Fengjiao.

Chu Hansan's nightclub was originally opened with funding from the Zheng family. Although it had always been profitable and had some savings, this morning, with the end of his elder brother and sister-in-law's marriage, all of those savings were used to fill the Zheng family's hole—and they still owed a lot.

As for the second son, Chu Hanliang, there's even less hope. He's unmarried and has no burdens; he's a typical "one-man army" type, used to spending lavishly. Forget about savings; he'd be lucky if he wasn't in debt.

This sum of just over 100,000 was the last bit of food left for the Chu family.

Gu Feng truly hadn't expected that the Chu family, who seemed so powerful on the surface, were actually dirt poor. Compared to them, even Su Man'er was much wealthier—after buying a car, she still had hundreds of thousands of yuan sitting in her bank account.

"Only eight ounces..." Gu Feng sighed. "Chu Xinran, my medical skills are not so cheap."

"You..." Chu Xinran panicked, afraid that he would refuse treatment because it wasn't enough, and quickly said, "I also have a sports car, which my grandfather gave me for my birthday last year. I can pawn it and get seven or eight hundred thousand..."

A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way. Although Gu Feng likes money, he won't force someone to sell their possessions. He raised his hand to interrupt her, his tone quite helpless: "You didn't understand what I meant. I meant, rather than accepting your eight taels of consultation fee, it's better not to accept a single penny. Forget it, consider it a favor you owe me. Go and call your third uncle in."

One favor is worth over a million; that's an enormous favor.

Anyone else might be overjoyed. But Ding Hanhan would rather sell her car—or even her body—than owe Gu Feng a single favor.

However, Chu Xinran is neither anyone else nor Ding Hanhan.

Perhaps yesterday she was still that fearless young lady, but this morning, when she watched her mother take the divorce certificate, load her things into the car, and leave the Chu family without looking back, she understood—this family was broken, and it was no longer the safe haven where she could do whatever she wanted.

"Thank you." Chu Xinran's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

These two words didn't carry much weight in Gu Feng's ears—he genuinely felt he had done her a tremendous favor and deserved it. But the three Chu brothers were all stunned. In Chu Xinran's dictionary, the word "thank you" was a completely new concept to them.

Every family has its own troubles. The Chu family's troubles seem to be even more difficult than others. Gu Feng was too lazy to bother with such matters, so he simply beckoned his third brother over.

The third brother moved hesitantly in front of Gu Feng, his heart pounding with anxiety.

Seeing his expression, Gu Feng couldn't help but chuckle: "Third brother, this lesson must have been profound enough, right?"

"Unforgettable." The third brother smiled bitterly, "More unforgettable than my first love."

"Don't keep that long face, give me a smile. We'll still be hanging out on the same street, we'll run into each other all the time. Once this is over, I might even patronize your business."

"That's great, that's great!" The third brother nodded hurriedly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force a smile onto his face. The torment and suffering of the past day and night had already brought him to the brink of collapse, and he had no mood to laugh.

"Forget it, making you laugh right now is probably harder than making you cry," Gu Feng sighed, shaking his head.

Damn it, your arm got dislocated, and you're still laughing? The third brother dared not speak his anger, only cursing inwardly.

In the instant his mind wavered, Gu Feng suddenly made his move, as fast as lightning, grabbing his arm and pulling, tugging, grabbing, and twisting it—the whole set of movements was clean, neat, and completed in one go.

Several crisp cracking sounds rang out in quick succession, followed by the third brother's pig-like scream that pierced through the Su family's courtyard and could be heard clearly throughout the entire Bolan Street.

After the scream, the third brother turned pale, covered in cold sweat, and collapsed onto the sofa like a lump of mud, his eyes tightly closed, as if he had stopped breathing.

"Damn it! You broke Lao San's arm again?" Chu Hanliang finally exploded with anger after seeing him like this. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he pounced on Gu Feng.

A true expert can tell a lot from a single move. Chu Hanliang came on strong, his movements as fierce as a tiger and as swift as a cheetah, far surpassing someone like Abuqifeng. Gu Feng recognized the danger and retreated quickly, his shoulders swaying several times, barely managing to dodge Chu Hanliang's relentless attacks.

Chu Hanliang truly lived up to his reputation as the first real master Gu Feng had encountered in this era; his reaction speed was astonishing. Before the attack was even finished, he had already used the momentum to leap into the air, spinning, twisting his waist, kicking, and sweeping—all the movements were executed in one go, domineering and fierce, with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.

Gu Feng felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and his heart skipped a beat. This kick was thunderous and powerful, with the force to split rocks and shatter stone. If an ordinary person were hit by it, their internal organs would be displaced, and several ribs would be broken.

Even with Chu Hanliang's quick reflexes, he was still a modern man. The profound and extensive Chinese martial arts, passed down to this day, have long since lost their essence, leaving mostly just empty shells. Gu Feng, on the other hand, came from ancient times, possessing not only external martial arts skills but also genuine internal martial arts techniques, cultivating both internal and external strengths, making him a top master of his time. If he were truly hit by Gu Feng's kick, he would be utterly humiliated, a disgrace that would send him back to the Liao Dynasty.

Without hesitation, he twisted his waist, spun around, and struck. His movements were so fast they were dazzling and impossible to anticipate.

Before Chu Hanliang's leg could land, Gu Feng had already caught it in his hand at an incredible angle.

With a flick of the wrist, a push, and a pull, he deftly neutralized the devastating sweeping kick, rendering it ineffective.

Then, with a sudden twist of his arm, he lifted Chu Hanliang up, legs and all, and spun him around halfway before sending him crashing heavily onto the sofa.

Chu Hanliang was unwilling to give up and wanted to retaliate, but Gu Feng waved his hand at him: "Wait, wait, let's see your third brother first."

Chu Hanliang, filled with suspicion, turned to look at the third brother. He saw that the third brother had already opened his eyes and was trying to move the arm that had been motionless for a whole day and night.

At first, the range of motion was very small, and he tested it little by little; gradually he became bolder and raised it higher and higher; finally, he raised his whole arm and even nimbly spun around a few times.

"Second brother, eldest brother! My arm is all healed!" the third brother shouted with joy.

"Really...really?" Chu Hanliang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and couldn't help but cheer loudly, "It's working! It's fucking working! I can move again!"

Chu Hanzhong stepped forward to examine the third brother's arm closely and saw that he could move his arm freely as usual. He even smiled, a rare sight on his face.

"Alright, get out of here. Don't tell me you're planning to stay and freeload." A cold voice came from outside the door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Su Man'er had returned from get off work.

Her face was frosty, and her aura was more than ten degrees colder than before she left home.

The entire Chu family tensed up, about to say something, when they caught Gu Feng giving them a sharp look. His eyes and expression clearly said: Get out of here! If you don't leave now, your life, death, injury, or death are up to fate; I will not be responsible.

This was even more frightening than Chu Hanliang's sweeping kick earlier. The Chu family, young and old, didn't dare utter another word and quickly slunk out of the Su family's gate.

As she reached the courtyard gate, Chu Xinran couldn't help but turn back and glance at Gu Feng. That glance was indescribable, strange, and complex.

Gu Feng naturally interpreted that look as a sign of budding romance. If Su Man'er's eyes hadn't been fixed on him, he might have returned the glance. But when he turned to face the cold, glaring look on this young lady's face, he obediently suppressed his wicked thoughts.

Su Man'er's demeanor was completely different before and after she left. She rushed back before the end of the workday, clearly something had happened again. Gu Feng, knowing the importance of avoiding conflict, decided it was best to behave himself.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone. I've started my period!"

Su Man'er grumbled a sentence and went straight into the room, slamming the door shut with a "bang".