Standing to the side, Dr. Walker hurriedly stepped forward, looking extremely anxious and respectful as he said to the middle-aged man, “Mr. Thompson, he’s new here, really new. Please forgive him just this once.”

The middle-aged man pushed aside Dr. Walker, who was blocking his way, walked up to Ethan Carter, and looked down at him with an air of superiority as he said, “Kid, I originally thought you had some skills, but I didn’t expect you’d dare to play tricks on me.”

“May I explain my medical reasoning?” With his face pressed against the desk, Ethan Carter very politely said to the middle-aged man, “Mr. Thompson, you drink ginseng soup every day, right? And you enjoy the company of women every night, right? Although ginseng can replenish your energy, if you do it several times a day, it’s really too much for your body. And most of the ginseng you drink isn’t even absorbed. The medicines I’ve prescribed may be many, but when combined, they’ll allow your body to fully absorb all the ginseng soup you drink, which will truly benefit your health.”

“Really?” The middle-aged man was gradually convinced by Ethan Carter’s words and asked somewhat unconsciously.

A patient is always a patient. Even a seasoned businessman, when faced with a field he doesn’t understand at all, can only be led by the doctor.

“Of course. I suppose you come here often for checkups, right? Each time, the medicine you get only solves your immediate problem, but never truly cures it, right?” By now, Ethan Carter had been released by the four bodyguards and was sitting at his desk with a very confident expression. “But my prescription will absolutely cure you within a month! Of course, around the fourteenth or fifteenth day of taking the medicine, there will be a two- or three-day reaction period when you’ll feel unwell. But don’t worry, after those days, your body will fully recover.”

“Really?”

“Trust me! I sit here in the clinic every day.” Ethan Carter gave a reassuring smile as he made his promise.

Mr. Thompson thought for a moment, glanced at Dr. Walker beside him, and asked, “These medicines won’t kill me, will they?”

Dr. Walker nodded repeatedly, “No, no, not at all.”

“Alright! But if it doesn’t work, kid! You’ll be in big trouble!” Mr. Thompson waved his hand and left the specialist clinic with his four bodyguards.

“Wait a moment!” Ethan Carter called out to the just-departed David ThompsonMr. Thompson, and mysteriously took a beautifully packaged pill in a glass bottle from his drawer, smiling as he whispered, “Mr. Thompson, this is even better than Viagra. Although your body doesn’t really need medication, if you take this… I guarantee you’ll have no problem handling two women at once.”

Having spent every night among women in his middle age, David Thompson’s stamina had long since begun to decline. Even though he took ginseng every day, he still couldn’t match his youthful vigor. Especially after once being looked down upon by a woman in bed, David Thompson now relied on Viagra every time to restore his confidence.

“Is it really that good?” David Thompson looked at the pill in Ethan Carter’s hand, a bit skeptical.

Ethan Carter smiled slightly, “This one’s for you to try. If it works, you can come back for more.”

Taking advantage of small freebies is something people do all the time, and the wealthier someone is, the more they like to get a deal. David Thompson smiled as he took the pill, patted Ethan Carter on the shoulder, and said, “Buddy! If this stuff is good, congratulations. You’ll make a nice little fortune. But if it doesn’t work, hmph…” David Thompson didn’t say what would happen, but it was more than enough to let Ethan Carter know the consequences would be very serious.

After making sure Mr. Thompson had gone far away, Dr. Walker came up to Ethan Carter, anxiously scolding him, “What’s wrong with you? Do you know who he is? This is bad, really bad! You’ve gotten yourself into big trouble!”

“It’s fine, nothing will happen to me. Next patient!” Ethan Carter continued with his work of treating patients.

Dr. Walker returned to his seat, sizing up the young man before him. He really couldn’t understand where Ethan Carter’s confidence came from. He’d seen that prescription too—it was indeed effective. But for someone who’s overindulged, it shouldn’t work that quickly. And for the past two years, he himself had been treating this Mr. Thompson, and never knew he had a habit of drinking ginseng soup. Yet this young man, who’d only met him once, somehow knew Mr. Thompson drank ginseng soup every day.

Getting old—one really can’t deny it. Dr. Walker looked at the young man in front of him, who continued to prescribe the cheapest yet most effective medicines to patients, and couldn’t help but shake his head, thinking to himself: when did this gynecology specialist clinic become a traditional Chinese medicine gynecology clinic? If this keeps up, how will the clinic ever meet the hospital’s surgery quota?

For Ethan Carter, it was a busy day; for Dr. Walker, it was another idle day. For him, not earning a single cent in commission again was unbearable. Tomorrow—just tomorrow—he would have his own new specialist clinic. After work, Dr. Walker comforted himself with this thought as he left the hospital.