A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

After dinner, Su Man'er picked up her basket and was about to drag Gu Feng out the door. But when they reached the door, she remembered that the security door hadn't been repaired yet.

Those people in Chu Hanzhong were really dishonest. Not only did they not pay a single penny of the consultation fee, but they also didn't even fix the door properly, just unscrewing a few screws and then leaving it there.

Gu Feng wasn't keen on going out anyway, so this was exactly what he wanted. He said to Su Man'er, "Sister, why don't you take the basket and go exchange it? I'll fix the door at home."

"Should I go exchange it?" Su Man'er teased him deliberately, shaking the basket in her hand. "The money I get from exchanging it will all be mine; I won't give you a single penny."

"Hehe, look at what you're saying, sister. Do we need to be so particular about each other? Besides, it's just a little money." Gu Feng said dismissively.

He cares about money, very much. And this basket certainly doesn't contain "a little bit of money."

What he really thought was: Now that you're mine, your money is my money, and my money is still my money. Having money with you is more reassuring than depositing it in a money exchange—no, even more reassuring than depositing it in a bank.

"You little rascal, always so glib." Su Man'er glared at him, but felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

"Sister, try it and see if it's really smooth." Gu Feng glanced around and, seeing no one, grew bolder and brought his lips closer to hers.

"No, this is the middle of the street..." Su Man'er couldn't resist the temptation and looked around—there was indeed no one there. So she quickly pecked him on the lips, her face instantly turning red, and she ran away as if fleeing with her basket in hand.

I feel good! The feeling of being in love—it's wonderful. Su Man'er hummed lightly to herself.

Gu Feng, who stayed at home, wasn't in as bright a mood as Su Man'er. He was still struggling with the security door.

That damn Chu Hanliang! Next time I see him, I'm not going to throw him on the sofa—I'll throw him straight in the trash. He gave up halfway through, what kind of person is he? Gu Feng gripped the screwdriver, fiddling with it as he thought angrily.

Just as he was getting into the swing of things, a soft cough came from outside the door. Looking up, he saw Dean Peng.

"Dean Peng? What brings you here?" Gu Feng asked, somewhat surprised. The Su family's doorstep had been practically worn down today; three groups of people had come in just a few hours.

You have the nerve to ask? We agreed to sign the contract today, and you stood me up.

I was left alone in the office, waiting and waiting, and my legs started to cramp up.

Dean Peng was full of resentment, but he couldn't show it at all—he was also wondering to himself: Could this kid have changed his mind?

Thinking this through, Dean Peng put on a kind and gentle smile and softly reminded him, "Gu Feng, have you... forgotten something?"

"Uh—" Gu Feng blushed slightly and scratched his head sheepishly. "Dean Peng, I'm really sorry, I had too much to do today and completely forgot about it."

How could you forget something so important?

Do you know that this concerns your future?

Dean Peng almost jumped up and yelled at him. But he didn't dare. Because this also concerned his future. So he forced a smile and replied, "It's alright, it's alright. When it comes to signing a contract, the key is the contract itself, not the place. It doesn't matter where you sign it. It's like dating—where you go shopping or eat isn't important, what matters is who the other person is."

Gu Feng failed to grasp Dean Peng's dry humor. He still didn't understand the logic that dating equals treating someone to dinner, shopping, and movies.

Gu Feng didn't laugh. Dean Peng, feeling awkward, said sheepishly, "Gu Feng, look, I brought the contract. If you don't think there's anything to add, just sign it."

He handed over the contract, and considerately slipped a pen to it as well.

Gu Feng was about to sign, but Dean Peng's last words reminded him. A thought struck him, and he put down his pen: "Dean Peng, you know what, there really are some clauses that need to be added."

Well, that's what happens when you speak carelessly. This guy's going to try and raise the price. Things can get complicated if you keep this up. If only I'd finalized the contract last night. Dean Peng was so regretful he wanted to pound his chest in frustration.

"Hehe, anything else to add? Feel free to say it." This time, Dean Peng was still smiling, but the smile was all on his lips; his heart was already stiff.

"Dean Peng, let's go inside and talk slowly." Gu Feng did not give a direct answer.

"Let's go inside and talk slowly—it seems these conditions are extraordinary." Dean Peng's heart was pounding as he followed Gu Feng into the house.

Once inside, Gu Feng kept offering tea and water, making small talk but never getting to the point. Dean Peng, left sitting on the sofa, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, cold sweat pouring down his face. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he practically begged, "Gu Feng, just name your conditions. As long as it's within my capabilities, I won't refuse."

"Actually... it's not a big deal," Gu Feng finally spoke up, "It's just about my sister's job."

"Your sister? The one who discussed the contract terms with me last time?"

"Um."

"Oh, isn't she quite capable? How come..." Dean Peng blurted out, only realizing halfway through his sentence that he shouldn't have said such hurtful and sarcastic things, and quickly changed the subject, "She also wants to work at our hospital? What's her education level? What kind of work has she done before?"

Gu Feng wasn't sure if Su Man'er wanted to work at the hospital.

He himself was a thousand times, ten thousand times, unwilling for her to go out and show her face in public. But given her restless nature, it was probably unrealistic to expect her to stay obediently at home.

If I don't help her find this job, she'll have to find it herself sooner or later.

"My older sister is highly educated," Gu Feng said with pride. "She studied for nine years."

cold.

Extremely cold.

It was so cold it couldn't be colder.

"A junior high school graduate dares to claim to have a 'high level of education'?" Dean Peng was sweating bullets as he listened.

Seeing Dean Peng's stunned expression, Gu Feng assumed that he too had encountered such a talented woman and became even more smug: "My sister used to work as a pharmaceutical representative."

Gu Feng wasn't really clear on what the job of a "pharmaceutical representative" actually entailed. However, he had read the word "representative" in books and knew it was a respectable job. Therefore, he naturally assumed that since his sister's job was related to "representative," it must be a proud and honorable profession.

Dean Peng broke out in a cold sweat again. In his eyes, being a pharmaceutical representative wasn't exactly a noble job. However, he now felt he somewhat understood Gu Feng's meaning and tentatively asked, "You want your sister to become our hospital's drug supplier?"

Gu Feng wasn't sure if Su Man'er really wanted this job—he didn't even fully understand what a drug supplier was. But seeing Dean Peng's solemn expression, he figured the position was quite important, so he nodded without thinking.

"What medications would you like the hospital to provide for her?"

Dean Peng knew all too well how lucrative this industry was, and he also knew how many pharmaceutical representatives at the Municipal People's Hospital were scrambling to get in.

He has always been extremely strict about the pharmaceutical business—the pharmacy director's word never counts.

No matter what your relationship is, if the medicine is of poor quality, nothing you do to smooth things over will work.

Substandard products are absolutely not allowed to circulate in hospitals.

"I'm not sure either." Gu Feng almost blurted out. Luckily, he wasn't completely out of his mind and stopped himself in time. After a moment's thought, he gave a general answer: "All of them."

"Hiss—" Dean Peng gasped, his face showing difficulty. "So, what drugs does she actually distribute? Are they all from legitimate pharmaceutical companies?"

"I don't know either, I'll have to ask my sister." Gu Feng thought to himself, but said aloud, "Dean Peng, please have a seat. I'll go check if the water's boiled."

"You boiled water? I didn't see it." Dean Peng glanced suspiciously at the kitchen—not a single spark. He then scanned the living room; it was clearly an electric kettle, whether it was on or off was obvious. So why did this guy turn around and head straight for the room?

A short while later, Gu Feng came out of the room, holding a thick stack of A4 papers, and handed them to Dean Peng.

Dean Peng took a look and gasped several times – the kind of gas that felt like it was burning him.

It was a list of medicines. There were at least twenty-five medicines on each page, totaling twelve pages and nearly three hundred medicines.

"All of them? They all want to get into our pharmacy?" Dean Peng's voice was almost split.

"Yes." Gu Feng nodded seriously.

"Could we discuss this matter further?" Dean Peng's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"I'm afraid not." Gu Feng's tone wasn't entirely certain, but his attitude was quite clear.

"This is the maximum I can go." Dean Peng pulled one sheet from the stack of papers and handed the remaining eleven back.

Gu Feng, holding the remaining eleven bills, raised an eyebrow: "Dean Peng means you can take these eleven?"

"No," Dean Peng corrected with difficulty, "I can only take one. That's the maximum." His tone was unusually resolute.

Although his tone was firm, his eyes flickered inadvertently. Gu Feng caught that fleeting glance. So he smiled faintly, took the card back from Dean Peng's hand, and handed over the eleven cards in his own hand.

"A great mind is a magnanimous person, Dean Peng. In my opinion, you shouldn't be modest—you should take all eleven of them." Gu Feng didn't care whether it was nonsense or not, and flattered him first.

"No, no, don't call me old man, I'm not old... This is too much, too much!" Dean Peng desperately stuffed the eleven sheets in his hand into Gu Feng's arms, while his other hand tried to snatch the sheet that Gu Feng was holding.

Gu Feng held on tightly, and Dean Peng didn't dare to snatch it away forcefully. The two pushed and shoved each other, pulling and tugging like in a tug-of-war. If there were some music, it would be a cha-cha.

"Gu Feng!" Dean Peng finally shouted, his gaze fixed intently on him. But the moment he met Gu Feng's deep, cold eyes, he immediately softened. "Two. Two is enough! Don't push me any further. If you ask for more, the whole hospital will talk behind my back."

"Three." Gu Feng finally announced his price. He could also see that this matter was not as easy as he had thought; Dean Peng probably had his own difficulties.

"No, two! I'm already struggling with just two." Dean Peng's face was scrunched up like a freshly wrung-out rag.

With a sharp "rip," Gu Feng tore up the prescription.

Oh no, this guy's really been provoked. Dean Peng was just faking his tears, but this time he really wants to cry.

"Two and a half sheets." Gu Feng forcefully stuffed the torn half sheet into Dean Peng's palm, saying each word clearly, "This is my maximum limit. If Dean Peng can't do it—the door is over there, please leave."

Dean Peng had been utterly desperate, but unexpectedly, a glimmer of hope returned. Two and a half dollars, while a bit of a stretch, wasn't unacceptable. To prevent the young man from changing his mind, he quickly held out his hand: "A gentleman's word is his bond—"

"Even a dead horse can't be caught up with." Gu Feng also boldly stretched out his hand—but instead of shaking hands, he slapped Dean Peng's hand hard.

"Hiss—" Dean Peng winced in pain and gasped for breath.