"Alright! Take your gun! Now get lost." Ethan Carter pressed the button, and the rolling shutter door slowly rose: "Tomorrow! Get someone to clean this place up for me!" Ethan Carter shouted at the scoundrels fleeing in panic.

The street was still as quiet as ever; probably not many people could witness this spectacular scene.

"Hopefully the computer wasn't damaged." Ethan Carter closed the shutter door and continued his all-night session playing "Dungeons & Dragons."

The next day, at the gynecology specialist clinic of Binhai City People's Hospital.

The outstanding private entrepreneur David Thompson was the first to arrive at the specialist clinic.

"Bro! That stuff of yours is just amazing!" David Thompson excitedly slapped Ethan Carter on the shoulder. After spending the night with three female college students in a row, he was still full of energy—something David Thompson had never even dared to imagine before, but now it had become reality. Regaining his vigor was an immense source of pride for any man. For David Thompson, regaining his manhood made him far happier than earning another million.

Looking at the excited David Thompson, Ethan Carter smiled and nodded: "Of course, my 'Xingyang Centipede Pill' may not be unique in the world, but it's definitely rare!"

"Absolutely number one! Absolutely number one!" David Thompson affectionately patted Ethan Carter's shoulder. "Bro, although you gave me the medicine last time as a gift, this time I came to pay for that pill! And I also want to do some business with you."

With his business acumen, David Thompson, after taking the medicine from Ethan Carter, immediately realized this was a great money-making opportunity. If handled well, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to become another Bill Gates-level tycoon in the future.

"What kind of business do you want to do, big brother?" Ethan Carter looked at the greedy fat man in front of him, deliberately pretending not to know.

David Thompson had gone from patting to hooking his arm around Ethan Carter's shoulder, making the other party feel that such an important figure valued him, thus giving Ethan Carter a sense of satisfaction and trust.

"I want to buy the formula for your 'Xingyang Centipede Pill,' bro," David Thompson said with a smile. "How about ten thousand yuan?"

Having lived for thousands of years, Ethan Carter had seen all kinds of people. He put on the same fake smile, looking at David Thompson, who was treating him like a fool: "Ten thousand yuan?"

David Thompson felt a bit uneasy under Ethan Carter's smile, forcing out a few awkward smiles: "Don't be mad, bro, I was just joking with you. Actually, it's one million!"

For an ordinary doctor, one million might not be astronomical, but it would still take a lot of effort to earn. Especially for someone like Ethan Carter, who looked like a young man just entering society.

"One million?" Ethan Carter said with a surprised expression, "That much? When you said ten thousand just now, I was already shocked. I didn't expect you to actually give me a million."

Hearing Ethan Carter's response, David Thompson was so angry he almost spat blood on the spot, but he had to pretend nothing was wrong. He took out a check from his pocket, wrote on it with a flourish, and said, "Bro, I would never cheat you. Here is a check for one million."

Looking at the check in front of him, which could turn into worthless paper at any moment, Ethan Carter quickly took it, and very cheerfully wrote out the formula for "Xingyang Centipede Pill." Of course! When people are excited, it's perfectly normal to accidentally leave out one or two ingredients when writing a prescription, turning a tonic into a powerful laxative.

The two exchanged items, each with their own agenda. After sending David Thompson off, Ethan Carter casually tossed the check David Thompson had used to trick him into the drawer.

After getting into his luxurious Mercedes, David Thompson immediately called the bank: "Hello! Is this Mr. Foster? I lost a check, please void the check with number XXXXXX. Also, I want to apply for a loan of 190 million from your bank."

The over-sixty-year-old president of Quanye Bank's Binhai branch, George Foster, knew from the first part of David Thompson's call that this man, known in the business world as the money magician, must have pulled another scam. Hearing that he wanted such a large loan, he nervously adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "190 million? That seems to be the maximum amount for your credit loan. We'll need to discuss this in person."

"Great! No problem! I'll come over right now! Wait for me!" David Thompson stylishly hung up his latest model phone, leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and fantasized about becoming the world's richest man thanks to the "Xingyang Centipede Pill."

Ethan Carter sat at his office desk, calculating: "How much can I squeeze out this time? If I use this money to do something for that AIDS village, that should count as a great deed, right? If I keep accumulating good karma like this, maybe the next heavenly tribulation won't come for me?"