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Cheng Yang screamed miserably and flew out of the room. His entire body was drenched from head to toe and he looked extremely miserable.

"What the hell are you guys doing!?"

The patients were all watching him.

"It's Cheng Yang. He's too childish. We must play the game of Splashing Water Festival."

Zhong Wentao walked out of the room calmly and looked at Cheng Yang as if he was a retarded child.

Without waiting for Cheng Yang to explain, he already walked past Cheng Yang and left.

Seeing Zhong Wentao come out, the patients had already surrounded him. There was no room for Cheng Yang to open his mouth.

He angrily threw the plastic basin onto the ground, only to receive a sympathetic gaze from everyone.

"You …"

Zhou Cangzhu shook his head helplessly and turned around to leave as well.

"Hey, I'm not sick!"

Cheng Yang shouted, but no one believed him.

The sick continuously came to visit, as though they were about to step over the threshold of Ciji Hall, causing business to flourish.

It was all thanks to the television promotion and the people who came to see Zhong Wentao in all kinds of good cars these days. All the neighbors felt that Zhong Wentao was very powerful and had a lot of face to be seen by him.

Zhou Cangzhu was grinning from ear to ear. If he could earn so much money every day, it would be something to be happy about.

All day long, the patient's photos were taken. Only at 6 or 7 PM did the door close. There were still a few patients who had not been listed yet, so they would have to wait until the next morning to get the call number.

This was something that had never happened in the 'Ciji Hall' before. Even the people from the Western Pavilion mixed in with the other disciples and checked the situation a few times.

"Master, if this goes on, we will be outdone by TCM."

At the western wing, the young apprentice's face was full of worry.

This western medical school was only established a few years ago, when Zhou Cangzhu's father was already dead. The reputation of 'Ciji Hall' was no longer as resounding, and instead, the western medical school was opened to the point where it was even more colorful than before.

If not for the sudden appearance of Little Godly Doctor from Ciji Hall, Feng Shui would not have moved so quickly.

"You think I'm not in a hurry?"

The head doctor of the Western Department spoke to the doctor. He was only in his thirties, but he was also in his forties or fifties. This caused many people who didn't understand his true age to think he was an old doctor of great prestige and prestige, to come over to treat him.

He clearly knew this, but he didn't explain it to anyone. On the contrary, he wanted everyone to misunderstand.

Just the appearance of a godly doctor had actually put him, a doctor, at a disadvantage.

"Master, should we find someone to destroy it?"

The little apprentice whispered. This was an unwritten rule in the medical world, where Western and Chinese medicine did not get along well with each other for many years, and they would always find some hoodlums to pretend that their patients were sick and had taken bad drugs to create trouble. Although it was a little sinister, the effect was still quite good.

"Don't worry, let's see how long he can stay alive for."

He asked the doctor coldly, he did not believe that the Ciji Hall could endure it at all.

However, could a youngster in his early twenties really change the current situation in Ciji Hall?

It was all nonsense!

Ciji Hall.

The table was filled with sumptuous food, all made by Zhou Cangzhu to comfort Zhong Wentao.

Cheng Yang ate quickly like a reincarnated hungry ghost. His face and clothes were covered in grease and he looked very miserable.

"Oh Wen Tao, is this kid really a rich young master? Don't be fooled by him! "

Zhou Cangzhu said in disdain. He switched the fish in front of Cheng Yang to garlic fried meat. He placed the fish in front of Zhong Wentao and told him to eat more.

"Father …"

Zhou Zihan said helplessly. That fish was eaten by Liu Tie until only its bones remained. How else could Big Brother Zhong eat it?

"Haha …"

Cheng Yang giggled as he ate.

He did it on purpose!

"Don't worry, I don't like fish, so it'll be stinky."

Zhong Wentao smiled as he stepped forward to help. He glared at Cheng Yang. This damned glutton!

Cheng Yang did not want to be outdone, so he glared back and ate even more.

After the meal, other than Cheng Yang, the other three people didn't feel full. Only Cheng Yang cried as he laid on the ground hugging his belly.

"This is accumulating food, I'm telling you not to eat too much."

On the sofa, Zhong Wentao was holding a sewing needle in his right hand while holding Cheng Yang's thumb with his left hand and stabbing the needle into the side of his thumb.

"Ah!

Accompanied by Cheng Yang's shouts, blood flowed out from the needle.

Zhong Wentao still didn't let go, he kept using his fingers to fill up the space around the needle, and instead, caused more blood to flow.

After a while, it was already late at night.

The next morning, Zhong Wentao received a call from Wang Zhanhai. Wang Zhanhai on the other end of the phone was in a very tense mood as if something big had happened.

He rushed to the First People's Hospital and found Wang Zhanhai already waiting for him at the first floor.

"What happened?"

Zhong Wentao frowned. No matter how he asked, Wang Zhanhai refused to answer.

"It's a long story."

Wang Zhanhai's expression was very ugly, and it was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Shiyun, she …" Her other personality appeared yesterday and attacked the nanny who took care of her. Furthermore, it is still in another personality. So, we can only lock her up in the villa.

Wang Zhanhai lowered his voice. This was an important matter and he definitely couldn't let anyone know about it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Zhong Wentao over.

"Who are you?"

Zhong Wentao's sensitive awareness of our use of the word, made Wang Zhanhai stunned for a moment.

Then, he quickly shook his head. It was not the time to reveal that person's identity, as they did not have complete trust in Zhong Wentao.

"Anyway, hurry up and come with me to the villa."

Ye Zichen pulled Zhong Wentao's arm and walked out, not giving Zhong Wentao a chance to refuse.

Outside the mansion, the car had just stabilized and a limousine was right behind them. Wang Zhanhai, who was sitting in the back seat, hit the back of the driver seat with a loud noise.

"Are you alright?"

Zhong Wentao immediately asked.

The car door opened and a man walked out. He looked a few years older than Zhong Wentao. He was holding his neck with an unfriendly face.

"How do you drive? Are you blind?"

When a man speaks directly, he actually complains first.

Zhong Wentao did not say anything as he listened to the man's abuse. It was useless trying to reason with such a person.

However, this villa was private. If one didn't know Bai Shiyun, it would be impossible to enter the villa. Who was this man?

Is he here to see Bai Shiyun?

Could it be that he was the person Wang Zhanhai was talking about?

"Young Noble Huang, your driving skills are getting worse …"

Wang Zhanhai got out of the car, clutching his twisted neck with a dejected look on his face.

They did know each other.

"Uncle Wang, why is it you?"

Young Noble Huang was slightly surprised, but he did not have any intention of pursuing the matter any further.

"I'm here to look for Shiyun. Who is this kid?" Why haven't I seen him before? "

Young Master Huang said coldly, his gaze was filled with hostility towards Zhong Wentao.

"This is my little disciple. You should treat him better. In the future, I will depend on him to make a name for myself with Chinese medicine."

Wang Zhanhai said with a smile, patting Zhong Wentao on the shoulder. Obviously, he did not intend to tell Young Noble Huang his real purpose.

Young Noble Huang didn't mind, he snorted coldly and decided to bypass them to look for Bai Shiyun.

He was stopped by the butler at the entrance and would not be allowed to enter no matter what.

"Who is this person?"

Zhong Wentao frowned when he saw Young Noble Huang shouting so loudly.

"He is Huang Rulong, the most distinguished of all the men who pursue the charm of poetry. He went abroad a few months ago because of his family's business and has only recently returned."

Wang Zhanhai softly explained to Zhong Wentao, sighing in his heart.

Although he felt that Little Godly Doctor was very compatible with Bai Shiyun, their statuses were too different. The Bai Clan wouldn't accept such a man as their son-in-law, otherwise, he really wanted to match the two of them.

"What do we do now?"

Zhong Wentao asked softly.

Huang Rulong was in front of the door, so they couldn't get in.

"Don't worry, come with me."

The driver nodded and drove away. He quickly took Zhong Wentao to the backyard and pretended that they had already left in the car, but in fact, they entered the mansion through the small door in the backyard.

Third floor, the innermost room.

As soon as they reached the stairs, they could hear the sound of someone hitting the floor. The people in the room were furious, the door was already cracked, as if the people in the room could break out at any time.

"Her situation is very special, not just mental illness, but also the fact that you said not to let evil energy invade your body, it might actually be the ghost carrier that you said, you have to save her."

Wang Zhanhai said softly, but he was still heard by the people in the room. The banging on the door became more intense, and the whole mansion seemed to be shaking.

"Don't worry."

Zhong Wentao said softly.

These days, he had been training his body. With his current cultivation level, he was very confident in dealing with a ghost carrier that had not matured yet. It was just that Bai Shiyun would suffer a little during the process.

After all, her body was the host body, and if she wanted to completely destroy her second personality, there would be an extremely intense battle between them. Bai Shiyun's body might not be able to hold on, and she would definitely die together with the ghost carrier.

"What's the success rate?"

Wang Zhanhai was worried and continued to ask.

"Half."

Zhong Wentao answered directly.

In western surgery, the probability of this happening was very high.

"I must succeed!"

Wang Zhanhai said coldly: "If anything happens to Shiyun, you and I will both die."

"I'll do my best."

Zhong Wentao answered seriously, but he still couldn't give a 100% guarantee.

He slowly walked towards the innermost room. He could feel that the door was being violently rammed against before he even took a step closer. The people inside could feel that he was approaching and were struggling even more madly.

downstairs, Huang Rulong still hadn't left. He was still pestering the butler to go meet Bai Shiyun.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"..." It was a very rhythmic vibration that made Huang Rulong realize that the mansion was a bit weird today.

"What the hell are you guys doing? I want to go in!"