Book One: Ethan Carter's Happy Life

Chapter One: The Young Doctor

With the rapid development of human society, people who love to live in groups began to build something called "cities" on their planet.

The more developed a city is, the higher the population density. The higher the density, the more outsiders want to join that city.

People cut down swathes of forest, leveled mountains, erected towering buildings, and built labyrinthine roads. Even the once quiet nights there have become as bright and lively as days under the sun.

As people's desires grew, both humans and their cities began to develop various ailments. Along with the emergence of diseases came a profession—people called them: doctors.

On the side of Taidong Road stands the largest municipal hospital in New Binhai City. Day or night, there is always a steady stream of people coming in, seeking ways to cure their ailments.

"Director, when I checked the blood bank today, two bags of blood were missing again for no reason." A female nurse, holding her report, stopped the old director at the stairway.

Ethan Carter, who walked past them—a young man always enthusiastic about his work and eager to help others—seemed not to hear the young nurse's words at all, maintaining his usual pace as he walked out of the lobby.

From behind him came the director's impatient voice: "Missing again! How many times has it been this week? Didn't I tell you all to be more careful?"

In the specialist outpatient clinic, the doctors usually sitting inside are elderly, white-haired, and clearly very experienced.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

"Dr. Carter, things have been a bit loose for me these days. Can you take a look for me? I was recommended by a friend." A heavily made-up woman sat intimately on a handsome man's lap, speaking in a coquettish tone, her finger tracing circles on Ethan Carter's chest.

Ethan Carter's attire clearly marked him as a doctor. But for a doctor in a gynecology specialist's office to be so young—anyone coming here for the first time would be surprised.

"Oh? Really? Let me check your pulse." Ethan Carter held his patient, placing a finger on her wrist, his face always wearing a calm and unhurried smile. "You've had quite a few clients these days, haven't you?"

The heavily made-up woman giggled again and patted Ethan Carter's shoulder: "In our line of work, if we don't make as much as we can while we can, how will we live in the future?"

Ethan Carter smiled and nodded, asking again, "Are you sure you don't need a repair surgery?"

The woman giggled and leaned against Ethan Carter, as if she didn't notice the elderly doctor nearby at all. "Clients these days are as shrewd as monkeys. Virgins? They all go to the middle schools now. Who would believe us? It's easier to pretend to be a newbie who just lost her virginity."

As Ethan Carter listened to her complaints, he freed up one arm and quickly wrote a long prescription: Yumen Tightening Formula: four parts sulfur, two parts polygala. Preparation and usage: wrap in silk, place in the vagina. Effect: tightens the vagina as if it were that of a virgin.

The woman glanced at the prescription, quickly leaned over to kiss Ethan Carter on the cheek, waved the prescription in her hand, and said, "Ethan Carter, that's a nice name."

Ethan Carter smiled and nodded, watching as this woman—clearly from a special profession—left.

The elderly doctor sitting across the desk waited until the woman had completely left, then sighed and, taking on the air of a senior, said, "Ethan, you may still be young and inexperienced. But you can't make money prescribing traditional herbal formulas like this. We should be promoting proprietary Chinese medicines from pharmaceutical companies, or Western medicines, to make a profit."

Ethan Carter nodded lightly and called toward the door, "Next."

Next, Ethan Carter wrote out another pile of herbal prescriptions for an old lady who looked like she had come from the countryside.

The elderly doctor sitting beside him couldn't help but rub his temples with both hands at Ethan Carter's actions. He had already tried to advise this young man—who had only been working here for just over a month—countless times, but every time, the young man would still prescribe all sorts of herbal formulas, never the proprietary Chinese or Western medicines that could bring in huge profits.

What puzzled him even more was that this young man seemed to have an endless supply of prescriptions in his head. Almost every patient who came to him would receive a new formula tailored to their constitution, and the results were always effective.