Underground Parking Lot.
Sitting in his small QQ car, Ye Xiu habitually adjusted the seat and mirrors for comfort and optimal viewing angles. After fastening his seatbelt, he started the car and drove forward.
He was still driving his old QQ.
After paying a hefty fine and receiving a stern lecture from the traffic police, where he sincerely acknowledged his wrongdoing and vowed never to repeat such violations, he finally got his QQ back.
"Vroom!"
Ye Xiu's QQ had just started when he heard a loud engine roar. A red BMW sped past him like a lightning bolt.
Is that her?
She's still working this late?
Watching the red flash disappear into the distance, Ye Xiu was a bit surprised. He immediately recognized the red BMW as Zhao Ruobing's. There weren't many red BMWs in the hospital parking lot, and none with such a modified engine and excellent driving skills—except for Zhao Ruobing.
As far as he knew, the neurosurgery department wasn't particularly busy, and someone at Zhao Ruobing's deputy director level rarely needed to work overtime.
However, with today's media coverage, her growing fame would likely lead to a surge in patients in the neurosurgery department, potentially bringing new development opportunities to the hospital. This was a major reason why the hospital director had rewarded Zhao Ruobing so generously—she was bringing in benefits for the hospital!
But whatever the reason for her late hours, he needed to find somewhere to eat first.
Ye Xiu only had a fleeting curiosity about Zhao Ruobing's car. He soon refocused on his hunger.
From noon until now, he was starving.
Pressing the gas pedal, his car roared but accelerated slowly.
Feeling his car's laborious yet slow acceleration, and recalling the red flash from earlier, Ye Xiu couldn't help but smile wryly.
Cars really can't be compared!
As Ye Xiu's QQ slowly exited the parking lot, a shady-looking man emerged from a corner. Holding a trendy-looking phone, he glanced in the direction of the departing QQ, a sneer and disdain in his eyes. Then he began swiping through his phone, revealing photos of Ye Xiu and his QQ—Ye Xiu taking out his keys, opening the car door, and starting the car.
After admiring his handiwork, the man smiled with satisfaction and made a call.
"Young Master Zheng, I found out. That guy Ye has no connection with Vice Director Zhao. They only met during the job application process, and it looks like he's just a poor nobody. Young Master Zheng, you won't believe this! Do you know what car that guy drives? A small QQ! Haha, it's the only QQ in the whole hospital parking lot, so damn conspicuous! Photos? Of course, I took them. I'll send them right away... Thanks, Young Master Zheng, you're generous. I won't be polite then. Thank you!"
"I get things done. Don't worry, Young Master Zheng. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I'm not boasting, but there's nothing I can't find out!"
"Okay, I won't keep you. Take care, Young Master Zheng!"
After chatting a bit more, the man hung up, satisfied. He started sending the photos while walking out of the parking lot.
So that Ye guy is just a poor loser!
In the lavish living room of his villa, a haggard-looking Zheng Wenbo stared at his phone, sneering at the photos of Ye Xiu and his QQ.
This guy dared to drive such a cheap car to work! Doesn't he have any shame?
If it were him, he'd rather take a cab than drive such a shabby car to work. At least it wouldn't be so embarrassing!
A poor nobody like Ye dared to challenge him, Zheng Wenbo! And make him suffer such humiliation and pain!
He deserves to die!
Soon, Zheng Wenbo's sneer turned into a sinister grin.
Reflecting on the agony he had endured, Zheng Wenbo's resentment and fury surged uncontrollably. His forehead veins bulged, his face twisted in rage.
He had almost gone crazy in recent weeks, visiting major hospitals and undergoing countless tests, all yielding no issues. Doctors even suspected psychological problems, leading him to consult psychiatrists, all to no avail.
This nearly drove him mad. For him, not having a problem was worse than having one. If there were an issue, he could treat it. With modern medicine and his wealth, he believed any ailment could be cured. But no problems meant what?
He clearly had symptoms! Were all the doctors blind? Were their machines broken?
Had he not visited the top hospitals and consulted the best specialists, he might have erupted in anger.
Lately, he had been preparing to seek treatment abroad, with all procedures set.
But unexpectedly, his condition suddenly improved. Yesterday, after a good night's sleep, he woke up symptom-free, almost like a dream. The following day, with no recurrence of his frequent urination, he was ecstatic.
Once better, his thoughts immediately turned to Ye Xiu. He was about to call his investigator when the latter called first, bringing such excellent news!
Yes, learning Ye Xiu was a poor nobody was great news for him!
Had Ye Xiu any background, he might have been cautious. But knowing Ye Xiu was a mere poor guy made things easier!
Ye, just wait and see how I deal with you!
Zheng Wenbo clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with malice.
...
After finding a restaurant to eat his fill, Ye Xiu returned home. The first thing he did was rush into the bathroom, turning on the cold water to wash away his fatigue.
Since the old man took him out of the orphanage, Ye Xiu had always taken cold showers, regardless of the season or the temperature. Even now, without the old man's oversight, he continued this habit.
According to the old man, cold showers trained willpower, endurance, accelerated blood circulation, promoted health, and prevented many diseases—benefits galore!
For Ye Xiu, the primary benefit now was alleviating fatigue. After each cold shower, he felt rejuvenated.
As for willpower and endurance, cold showers were too mild compared to his previous intense training. Disease prevention was unnecessary; with his physique, he was unlikely to fall ill.
After a refreshing cold shower, feeling invigorated, Ye Xiu returned to the living room. Noting the time on the wall clock, he picked up a thick medical book and, in a comfortable position on the sofa, began to enjoy it.
This time of day was Ye Xiu's most relaxing and the only time he truly unwound.
Yes, reading and studying were his ways of relaxing.
Since starting his clinic job, the time between coming home, showering, and midnight had become his only window for reading and learning. Past midnight, he had to practice the Longevity Technique. Hence, he cherished this precious study time.
He wasn't a seer or sage with innate knowledge. His impressive medical skills, as seen by colleagues and patients, were the result of consistent study and accumulation.
He knew well that only through relentless learning could his medical skills progress, step by step, towards the goal set by the old man.