The special ward on the 20th floor of Earth Sea First People’s Hospital.

Dean Sun looked serious, his brow tightly furrowed as he gazed at Lei Zhenrong on the hospital bed.

Lei Zhenrong stretched out his skeletal-like fingers, weakly pointing at Dean Sun, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum: "Dean Sun, help me, it hurts so much, I... I can’t take it anymore."

Not only Dean Sun, but almost all the important department directors of the People’s Hospital were present, all showing looks of helplessness.

Surgical Director Zhou Xuancheng, holding several MRI scans, sneered contemptuously, saying directly: "There’s no saving him. His organs are almost failing. Though he’s only sixty, he feels like he’s over eighty. He’s severely exhausted his vitality."

Lei Zhenrong listened with a face ashen as death to the doctors’ discussions.

Severely exhausted his vitality, the words exploded in his ears like a bolt from the blue. Only then did he understand what Xu Xiangbei meant when he was caught.

What was inevitable had finally arrived.

Over the years, his health deteriorated day by day. He longed for youth, fantasized about being young again. Biochemical genetics seemed to give him hope.

The first time he took the pill, he felt filled with power, as if returning to age eighteen, the heavy gym weights felt like toys in his hands.

He indulged himself crazily for a night, the room filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat, like a storm, full of moans and hysterical laughter.

But the next day, when the drug lost its effect, his body felt a decade older, utterly exhausted and overwhelmed, and he became infatuated with this seemingly rejuvenating drug as if possessed.

He knew it was against the natural order, that he had unknowingly signed a contract with the devil. But the feeling of reclaiming youthful vitality was an irresistible lure to anyone.

He deceived himself into believing the drug had no side effects, that it was the latest scientific breakthrough, genuinely capable of rejuvenating him.

Many emperors in this world dream of immortality, but they were not as fortunate as him, living in a technologically advanced era like today.

Xu Xiangbei’s words shattered his fabricated dream, making him gradually realize he was approaching Hell.

He endured the pain, grabbing Dean Sun’s hand: "Lao Sun, help me find someone, find him, and I can live a few more years."

Director Zhou glanced contemptuously at Lei Zhenrong on the hospital bed, giving Dean Sun a look as if saying, finding anyone would be useless, don’t listen to him.

"Help me find Xu... Dr. Xu."

Dean Sun froze, Director Zhou also froze, they looked at each other, how did Lei Zhenrong know Dr. Xu?

Upon hearing Dr. Xu’s name, Director Zhou felt a flutter of unease, his face shifting between emotions of jealousy, hatred, and fear.

He had only just managed to forget that name, and now it was back in his mind.

Xu Xiangbei had cured Mr. Kalia, making him, the surgical director of the People’s Hospital, a laughingstock among the doctors, his status plummeting.

Since then, whenever he saw young nurses whispering, he felt they were mocking him. Sometimes he even dreamed of scenes where Xu Xiangbei arrogantly called him a quack.

He hated Xu Xiangbei with a passion.

If Lei Zhenrong were still the billion-dollar President Lei of Thunderbird Group, Zhou Xuancheng would certainly have agreed with a smile.

But looking at the cold metal handcuffs on Lei Zhenrong’s wrist, Zhou Xuancheng replied grimly: "President Lei, all heads of our hospital’s departments are here, they are the elites of the medical field, we have no one named Xu here."

He sneered inside. He’s on medical parole, won’t live long. Still picky about the doctor? Do you think you’re the Emperor?

Dean Sun, of course, knew whom Lei Zhenrong was referring to. Perhaps Dr. Xu could indeed cure Lei Zhenrong.

He hesitated slightly due to concerns about appearances.

Having an outside doctor treat his patients always felt a bit awkward.

Standing by the bed, Lei Jiade the lawyer looked puzzled at Dean Sun and Director Zhou’s expressions, they clearly knew this Dr. Xu too.

"Dean Sun, do you know the Dr. Xu that President Lei mentioned?"

Dean Sun, being an old acquaintance of Lei Zhenrong, felt somewhat nostalgic: "We know of a rather skilled Dr. Xu, but he’s not a doctor at our hospital. Actually, he’s not a real doctor, but a folk consultant in Jiangcheng’s Traditional Chinese Medicine department, and he uses folk remedies, not formal prescriptions."

With a ghostly pale face, Lei Zhenrong mustered all his strength to say to Dean Sun: "Find Xu Xiangbei for me, that bastard. He’s the one who got me here, and he’s the reason Ziming is imprisoned. Find him, let him treat my illness."

Seeing Director Zhou’s and others’ cold expressions, Lei Jiade realized something and smiled faintly: "Dean Sun, even though my uncle is like this, he is still a patient. A doctor should have the heart of a parent, I hope Dean Sun will assist more. Rest assured, our medical expenses will be fully covered. Please bring Dr. Xu to treat my uncle."

Dean Sun sighed: "Well, it’s not appropriate for us to intervene. I have his number; you can speak to him yourself and resolve it privately."

A silver Porsche, like a silver lightning bolt, raced to the hospital’s inpatient building, drifting beautifully, parking in the first spot. Xu Xiangbei whistled as he opened the door, accompanied by Ah Rong, who swung her pretty sandy hair.

A black Buick behind it was trying to park in the first spot but was cut off by Xu Xiangbei, causing it to brake suddenly. Director Zhou angrily opened the car door, intending to curse the other party.

Upon seeing Xu Xiangbei alight, with a face he detested, bringing it close to his own, the words stuck in his throat and went unspoken.

Xu Xiangbei leaned on his car window, grinning mischievously: "Director Zhou, is this your parking spot? Let me use it for a while."

Director Zhou turned ashen, wanting to say no, yet not daring to, awkwardly replying: "No problem, there are other spots over there, I can park there."

Xu Xiangbei sighed lightly: "You quack doctors always make me clean up your mess, only knowing to come to me when you can’t treat a patient. Are you trying to work me to death?"

Director Zhou forced a bitter smile: "This has nothing to do with me, it was our Dean Sun who gave the phone number to the family head."

Xu Xiangbei laughed: "Don’t worry, I don’t blame you, but you should really work hard to learn medicine, improve yourself, and stop being a quack."

Standing behind Xu Xiangbei, Ah Rong, seeing Xu Xiangbei teasing Director Zhou, a faint smile appeared on her delicate face. This guy indeed was as unorthodox as Elder Xu described.