Chapter 1: Encounter with a Female Driver

Jiangnan City, morning.

Ye Bufan stood on the roadside, looking at the bustling traffic with a complex expression.

"Hurry up and pay for the surgery, or I guarantee your mother won't live through today."

"You have the nerve to ask for money when you haven't even paid back the money you borrowed from our family last time..."

"No money! No money! What does it have to do with me whether your mother lives or dies?"

Ye Bufan's mother was hospitalized, urgently needing 50,000 yuan for surgery. However, he couldn't gather a single penny despite all his efforts, which made him extremely anxious.

"It seems I can only resort to a staged accident to raise the surgery fee for my mother. Although it goes against my conscience, there's no other way. I'll repay them as soon as I have the money."

Determined to stage the accident, he looked back at the road again. 50,000 yuan was not a small amount, so he needed to find a decent car.

At that moment, a red Maserati approached, not too fast.

"It's this one!"

Ye Bufan quickly took two steps forward and suddenly rushed in front of the Maserati.

He had seen several staged accident cases online and was familiar with the process. When the driver suddenly sees someone in front of the car, they would slam the brakes hard. Once the car stops, the person would immediately lie under the wheels to ask for money.

But he never expected the Maserati's reaction to be different, completely off-script.

The driver was a very beautiful girl. When she saw someone suddenly appear in front of the car, she screamed in fright, not hitting the brakes but instead letting go of the steering wheel and covering her eyes with both hands.

"What the heck is going on? Not hitting the brakes and covering your eyes, what kind of move is that? Also, stepping on the gas, what's that about?"

Seeing the Maserati rushing like an unbridled wild horse, Ye Bufan realized he couldn't dodge anymore.

With a loud bang, he was thrown like a kite with a broken string, flying over ten meters. He felt like all his bones were broken in mid-air, vomiting a large amount of blood.

"You can't stage accidents with female drivers..."

That was his last thought before losing consciousness.

The accident attracted a crowd of onlookers, but no one noticed that his blood sprayed onto a piece of ancient jade pendant on his chest, which was then absorbed completely clean.

Ye Bufan was an orphan. When his mother adopted him, this jade pendant was the only token, so he always wore it on his chest.

He vaguely felt a warm sensation in his chest, followed by a loud explosion in his mind. "Descendant Ye Bufan, inherit my legacy of Ancient Medicine Gate!"

Then, an elderly Taoist in white clothes appeared in his consciousness. "I am Ye Xiaoyao of the Ancient Medicine Gate. You have inherited my legacy. Uphold the rules of the Ancient Medicine Gate, heal the world, and practice medicine everywhere."

Countless information poured into his brain: martial arts techniques, medical skills, esoteric arts, various techniques...

After assimilating this information, it merged seamlessly with his memories, crystal clear as if innate.

At the same time, the ancient jade pendant on his chest became hotter and hotter until it turned into a vigorous airflow and entered his body.

The airflow rapidly strengthened his muscles and bones, repairing the severe injuries he had just suffered one by one.

A wave of extreme comfort engulfed him, and Ye Bufan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown period, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see a white room, in the hospital ward.

What just happened? Was it a dream?

He subconsciously touched his chest. The jade pendant was gone, leaving only a red thread. The ancient jade had disappeared.

Despite being heavily hit by the Maserati, he felt no pain at all now. On the contrary, he felt better than ever. Every muscle fiber was full of strength.

All the medical, esoteric, and martial arts skills he learned were vividly remembered in his mind, proving it wasn't a dream. He did inherit the legacy of the Ancient Medicine Gate.

"You're awake!"

A surprised voice sounded in his ear, followed by an extremely beautiful face appearing in front of him.

This woman had long hair, flawless cheeks, and a graceful figure, making her incredibly beautiful.

He was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, not even on TV with all the beautified female stars.

"I'm sorry, I'm Qin Chuchu. I just got my driver's license yesterday and didn't expect to hit you today!"

Only then did Ye Bufan remember. The apologetic girl in front of him was the owner of the Maserati.

He didn't harbor any resentment towards this girl; it was his own doing, so he couldn't blame her.

Instead, he felt grateful. If it weren't for this female driver, he wouldn't have received the legacy of the Ancient Medicine Gate.

Seeing him silent, Qin Chuchu continued, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for hitting you. You stay here and rest well. I'll take care of all the medical expenses until you're completely healed and discharged."

Seeing the girl in front of him without any spoiled rich girl demeanor, Ye Bufan's favorable impression of her grew. He said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"You scared me yesterday. I never expected to send you flying so far."

Qin Chuchu patted her chest, saying, "It's strange. The doctors said you were fine after the examination, just temporarily unconscious due to a concussion. It's like a miracle. My car went for major repairs, but you're okay. It's unbelievable."

Hearing the word "unconscious," Ye Bufan was startled. He urgently asked, "How long was I unconscious?"

Qin Chuchu said, "Almost half a day. The doctors initially said you would wake up after 24 hours..."

"Half a day?"

Ye Bufan suddenly sat up, realizing his mother was still in critical condition in the hospital. He couldn't delay here any longer.

Now that he had inherited the legacy of the Ancient Medicine Gate, no one's medical skills in the world could surpass him. He no longer needed other doctors to perform the surgery; he could heal his mother's illness himself.

In his urgency, he grabbed Qin Chuchu's hand and asked eagerly, "Where is this?"

Startled by his reaction, Qin Chuchu forgot to retract her hand. She reflexively said, "This is the Central Hospital."

His mother was in Jiangnan Hospital, quite a distance from here. Ye Bufan jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and hurriedly ran outside.

Qin Chuchu called from behind, "Hey, where are you going? The doctor told you to rest..."

"I'm fine now. Just discharge me directly."

After saying that, Ye Bufan quickly left the Central Hospital and ran towards Jiangnan Hospital. Passing by a pharmacy, he bought a pack of silver needles and stuffed them into his pocket.

In the ICU ward of Jiangnan Hospital, the attending doctor, Xie Haitao, checked Ou Yanglan's eyelids and glanced at the bedside instruments. He said to the nurse

Zhang Xiaoman, "The person is confirmed dead. Proceed with the next steps."

"Understood, Doctor Xie."

Zhang Xiaoman replied and took a white sheet, preparing to cover the deceased.

Xie Haitao glanced at Ou Yanglan lying on the bed, his eyes filled with indifference, devoid of any regret or guilt.

"If her family could come up with 50,000 yuan for the surgery, I could personally perform it, and maybe there would be hope for her survival. It's a pity she's just a poor soul; without money, she can only wait for death."

At that moment, Ye Bufan rushed in hurriedly from outside. Seeing Zhang Xiaoman holding a white sheet, he shouted, "Stop, what are you doing?"

Startled, Zhang Xiaoman stopped her actions and said, "The patient is already dead..."

"Nonsense, my mother isn't dead!"

Ye Bufan had grasped Ou Yanglan's condition clearly after inheriting the legacy of the Ancient Medicine Gate. She was only in a near-death state before real death, not truly dead yet.

He pushed Zhang Xiaoman aside, took out the silver needles from his pocket, and swiftly pierced Ou Yanglan's body.

[End of Chapter 1]