On my way down the mountain to treat a patient, I ran into a rich young man driving a luxury car.
I kindly warned him that the road up the mountain was steep and he shouldn't drive, but he mocked me instead.
“Stinking beggar, I'm going to invite a miracle doctor to come down the mountain and treat Old Master Chen in the capital! If you delay his treatment, can you afford the consequences?”
But what he didn't know was that
my master had already passed away. The only remaining heir to the title of miracle doctor in the world was none other than me.
