I’m Just a Country Bumpkin, So Isn’t It Only Natural That My Medical Skills Are Unmatched?

Su Qinghan, Jinghai City’s most eligible socialite, is married. Her groom is a country bumpkin in shabby canvas shoes who talks a mile a minute.

The news sets Jinghai’s rich second-generation crowd ablaze.

Chen Tianci, heir to a top Yanjing family, spends three hundred million on a fake snow lotus and curses at Lin Ye: “You useless freeloader, you’re not fit to carry Qinghan’s shoes! One word from me and you’ll be lying dead in the street!”

Lin Ye picks at his ear, fishes a lump of pig-feed mud out of his pants, and stuffs it straight into a priceless temperature-controlled case.

The next second, the chief of the International Criminal Police Agency storms in with a fully armed special forces team. They slap silver handcuffs on Chen Tianci, then kneel respectfully before Lin Ye. “Boss, what should we do with this bastard?”

The top elites in the room are so terrified they all wet themselves.

Lin Ye plants his foot on Chen Tianci’s face and grins like a devil.

Did they really think he was just a mountain-trained Daoist with a little medical skill?

He’s the living King of Hell, with a ten-billion bounty on the dark web, the man feared by mercenaries all over the world!

The Heart-Eating Gu inside Su Qinghan is only the beginning. The enormous force lurking behind the Su family is opening its gaping maw.

Faced with wave after wave of assassinations, business-world sieges, and attacks by ancient martial arts experts, Lin Ye doesn’t give a damn.

He only cares about one thing: what to add to his wife’s medicinal bath tonight.

On the luxurious bed, Su Qinghan goes weak all over as his scorching breath grazes her. Lin Ye boldly rips open her silk nightdress. “Wife, I’ve dealt with the trouble outside. Now it’s time to settle things between us. You bit my shoulder last night, and I’m going to make you pay it back with interest.”