The thing that gave him the biggest headache, however, was that ever since the young man joined this so-called specialist clinic, all the patients who had always trusted the old doctor suddenly seemed to have changed personalities. They all went to see this young man who looked more like a movie star than a doctor. As a result, he hadn’t had a single patient visit him all week. The income of their specialist clinic team was plummeting.

Because of this, the old doctor had gone to talk to the department head, and even the hospital director, more than once. Yet these people, who usually cared about money as much as their own lives, would always change the subject whenever he brought up Ethan Carter, the young man, as if they were very reluctant to discuss the matter. As a result, the old doctor, who should have been the head of this specialist team, had now been completely reduced to an assistant for Ethan Carter.

In a place like a hospital, where seniority still mattered, how could the old doctor possibly tolerate the sudden rise of such a young man?

“No way!” the old doctor muttered to himself. He stood up, not caring how others looked at him, and hurried out of the specialist clinic room, heading straight for the director’s office.

Ethan Carter glanced up at the departing old doctor, shook his head indifferently, placed his fingers once again on the patient’s wrist, and continued inquiring about the patient’s condition.

“Director!” The furious old doctor arrived at the director’s office and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by a very steamy scene.

The director’s private female secretary was wearing a white nurse’s dress, straddling the lower body of the old director, who was wearing nothing at all.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. With a cough from the old director, the old doctor quickly backed out of the room and knocked again.

Soon, the office door opened. The nurse, who looked very innocent, walked out with a smile, taking small, measured steps.

“Director…”

“Dr. Walker, if this is about Ethan Carter, then don’t say another word.” The director, having been caught in the act, sat behind his desk and spoke with utmost seriousness. There was no sign at all that this man, over eighty years old, had just been doing what young people do.

“But…” Dr. Walker couldn’t help but try to argue, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the director waved him off: “Ying is an excellent doctor. Occasionally, our hospital needs to serve the public, too. At most, I’ll open another specialist clinic for you.”

Dr. Walker knew that this was the biggest concession the director, who recognized his lifelong service to the hospital, could make. He could only nod weakly and stop arguing. The only thing he couldn’t understand was that the old director, who last year said even Viagra didn’t work for him, seemed especially robust today.

“Could it be Ethan Carter?” Dr. Walker suddenly thought of the young man across from him, whose face was a bit pale but still handsome and mysterious.

When Dr. Walker returned to the specialists’ area, he saw that in what should have been the gynecology clinic, Ethan Carter was treating a pot-bellied, oily-faced, sharply dressed middle-aged man. For the first time, the usually taciturn Ethan Carter was speaking at length to the patient: “You have a deficiency of yin with excessive internal heat, and reckless movement of hot blood. If I’m not mistaken, you often see blood during intercourse. When your libido is high, you feel dry-mouthed, parched, and burning inside. Afterward, your lower back and knees feel weak. If you don’t do it at night, you probably have erotic dreams and nocturnal emissions, along with dizziness, ringing in the ears, and a red tongue with little moisture. Am I right?”

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly at Ethan Carter’s words. “Amazing! It’s as if you can see my symptoms.”

Ethan Carter smiled, picked up his usual pen for writing herbal prescriptions, and began writing again. But this time, the always-traditional Ethan Carter actually prescribed both Chinese patent medicine and Western medicine.

Not only that, the prescription Ethan Carter wrote was the longest Dr. Walker had ever seen in all his years of practice.

If someone unfamiliar with medicine picked up this prescription, they might think Ethan Carter was writing out a daily menu for the middle-aged man.

Even Dr. Walker, who had begun to doubt whether Ethan Carter understood pharmaceuticals, was now completely convinced after seeing the prescription. Although the dosage was large, it wouldn’t kill anyone—a fact any experienced doctor could see.

Judging by the combination of medicines alone, this prescription could be called perfect. Of course, if there was any imperfection, it was that after taking these medicines, one wouldn’t need to eat at all.

“Young man, are you messing with me?” The middle-aged patient, who had four bodyguards following him and was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, knew there must be something wrong with the prescription, even if he didn’t understand medicine.

The four bodyguards, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, immediately rushed forward at their boss’s words and pinned Ethan Carter to the table.

Chapter Two: The Second Clinic—Red Light District

“Let’s talk this out, let’s talk this out.” Pinned to the table, Ethan Carter’s face pressed against the surface, he spoke quickly but showed not the slightest trace of panic.