There was an inexplicable feeling that Zhang Yang held for Ji Hongguang. The man was detestable, truly loathsome, especially when he spoke.

Even Zhang Yang, with his even temper, felt the urge to slap him twice. A man with a more volatile temper might actually have thrown a punch.

Such incidents were not unprecedented. At a previous Traditional Chinese Medicine exchange conference, Ji Hongguang had gotten into a physical altercation with someone.

It could be said that when this man was being annoying, he was more repulsive than a fly. However, the man conducted himself honorably in his dealings.

A win was a win, a loss was a loss, and he would even clearly articulate how he had lost, which was no small feat. Having the life experience of two lifetimes, Zhang Yang understood that modern people were rife with hypocrisy.

Very few dared to say what they thought, or do exactly what they said. “Young man, if you won’t tell me where you’re from, you can at least tell me your name, so I know who I lost to!” Ji Hongguang looked up again, staring directly at Zhang Yang.

To say he harbored no feelings would be a lie. Losing to a young man nearly half his age was hard on him, at least according to his character—when he lost, he didn't make excuses.

“My name is Zhang Yang, currently an intern at Changjing Third Hospital!” After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yang nodded. This Ji Hongguang was not entirely without merit.

Zhang Yang now completely understood why he possessed such fine medical skills yet remained stuck in this locale. His temperament simply would not allow him to move far; even if he did, he would likely be driven back.

“Zhang Yang, Changjing Third Hospital. I’ve noted it,” Ji Hongguang nodded.

In truth, he desperately wanted to ask how Zhang Yang managed to halt the progression of melanoma with a single acupuncture session, but his nature forbade him from voicing such a request. To ask directly felt like asking for instruction, and the thought of seeking guidance from someone else was almost unthinkable—he’d rather be killed.

“Changjing, that’s quite far. And an intern?” Zhao Zhi, Fatty Niu, and even Old Jin were stunned.

Especially Zhao Zhi, whose mind was racing with unspoken thoughts. The person who cured him was an intern?

Normally, he wouldn't even let an intern treat him at a hospital; he certainly didn't want to be a test subject for these young practitioners building experience. “Elder Qin, thank you for your trouble today.

I will return punctually tomorrow for the consultation. We’ll be leaving now!” Ji Hongguang stood up.

Since the contest had reached its conclusion, there was no need to stay. As he left, he did not forget to call the female patient with facial paralysis.

Ji Hongguang might have a terrible temper, but he was a responsible person. He had already started treating that patient, and he would see the case through to full recovery; he wouldn't abandon a treatment halfway.

“Ji, Mr. Ji!” Before Ji Hongguang could exit, Zhao Zhi quickly rose and called out to him.

Zhao Zhi’s face held a hint of anxiety. Ji Hongguang was a local renowned physician with a shining reputation, whereas Zhang Yang was merely a hospital intern.

This disparity naturally sparked other thoughts in Zhao Zhi’s mind. “No need to call me.

I can tell you that he is the most suitable person to treat your illness. I daresay, throughout the entire country, there is no one more suitable than him!” Ji Hongguang turned back with a faint smile, then walked straight out of the living room, leading his entourage away.

Ji Hongguang’s personality was eccentric and his temper foul, but he wasn't foolish. The moment Zhao Zhi called out, he understood the situation—Zhao Zhi likely intended to ask him for treatment.

He refused this unspoken request before it could even be voiced. However, what he said was the honest truth; Zhang Yang’s treatment results were already evident, and he was definitely far superior.

“Mr. Zhang, Mr.

Zhang!” Zhao Zhi sat down awkwardly, then turned his gaze back to Zhang Yang. He had indeed intended to ask Ji Hongguang for help when he called out earlier.

After all, Ji Hongguang was a golden signboard, famous nationwide, even overseas. He had been flustered by concern, and Zhang Yang’s status as an intern had momentarily confused him.

“Take the medicine as prescribed, get plenty of rest, I’ll be leaving now,” Zhang Yang shook his head slightly and stood up immediately. “Wait, wait, please don’t go!

It’s so late, let me treat you to dinner!” When Zhang Yang announced his departure, Zhao Zhi panicked suddenly. He had been confused a moment ago, but now he understood completely.

Never mind that Zhang Yang was young and still an intern; the young man possessed genuine skill. Not only had he diagnosed the illness at a glance, but even Ji Hongguang admitted his own medical ability was inferior to this young man.

And yet, he had foolishly tried to keep Ji Hongguang while forgetting that his true benefactor was right beside him. At that moment, he felt an intense urge to slap himself twice.

“No need. We have matters to attend to back home.

Tell you what, I’ll leave you my phone number. Contact me anytime if there are issues!” Zhang Yang took out a pen and paper and wrote down his contact details.

He didn't particularly care about Zhao Zhi’s earlier attitude. He had faced misunderstandings due to his youth in his previous life and was long accustomed to it.

Of course, being completely without resentment was impossible. Zhao Zhi’s actions just now felt somewhat condescending.

Zhang Yang was the primary attending physician, yet Zhao Zhi had tried to solicit another doctor in front of him. A small flame of annoyance flickered in Zhang Yang’s heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have refused dinner; Zhang Yang was genuinely hungry at that point. Since Zhang Yang insisted on leaving, Zhao Zhi couldn't keep him.

In the end, he could only take Zhang Yang’s number, firmly resolving to court Zhang Yang’s favor later to mend the rift that had formed. After Zhang Yang and Su Zhantao departed, Qin Zheng and his grandson returned to their lodging.

Everything that had transpired that day left them filled with awe, sighing inwardly that there is always someone better beyond the mountains, and there are always people more capable than others. No one had expected that the young man they casually saved that time possessed such profound abilities—seemingly far superior to Ji Hongguang.

Thinking of it that way, their fortune was considerable. Encountering Zhang Yang precisely when they fell ill was akin to meeting a noble benefactor.

With this thought, the mood of the grandfather and grandson brightened considerably. They carefully saved Zhang Yang’s contact information as well.

They hadn't managed the proper gratitude this time, and they would make amends later. Cultivating a relationship with a doctor more skilled than Ji Hongguang, and one so young, could only benefit them.

No matter how much money or power one held, they could not control illness. When sickness truly strikes, the physician is the greatest reliance… Zhang Yang, you are truly magnificent, astonishingly capable!

Uncle Wu understated things; I think you are a National Master Physician!” Once outside, Su Zhantao immediately exclaimed loudly. Ji Hongguang’s voluntary concession that day was surprising; he hadn't felt the expected sense of victory, but Zhang Yang’s performance truly thrilled him.

Wu Youdao had once said Zhang Yang’s medical skill surpassed his own, perhaps falling just short of the level of a National Master Physician—that was already an extremely high evaluation from Wu Youdao. Now, Su Zhantao didn't think that way.

Since even Ji Hongguang admitted defeat, Zhang Yang must be a true National Master. “Are you hungry?

Let’s go grab something to eat first!” Zhang Yang smiled faintly. A National Master?

He had been one in his previous life, and naturally, he was one in this one too, just without the official recognition. Such empty titles no longer mattered to him.

With this successful case, he could earn enough money. A few more opportunities in the future, and he could earn enough to live comfortably.

This time, he intended to enjoy life and compensate for past deficiencies. Zhang Yang ate quite a bit that evening, and after returning, the two retreated to their respective rooms to rest.

The next morning, Su Zhantao rushed back to the market. What he enjoyed most now was watching the price of Sanqi (Notoginseng) rise; every increase felt like money earned.

He savored and genuinely enjoyed this feeling. However, the day did not unfold as he anticipated.

Sanqi opened high, but it didn't hit the daily limit early on; the entire morning passed without it reaching the ceiling. It wasn't until late afternoon that Sanqi surged dramatically, finally hitting the limit-up mark.

This day’s fluctuation sparked extensive discussion in the market. Many people began speculating whether the Sanqi price had peaked or if a decline was imminent.

The constant movement in the price truly frightened some sellers. The final result was that many holders of spot goods began offloading, wanting to liquidate while prices were high and avoid risk.

Su Zhantao took the opportunity to acquire another 200,000 worth of goods, leaving himself only a few tens of thousands in petty cash. After securing this, he cheerfully stopped, waiting only for Zhang Yang’s instruction on when to sell.

He maintained absolute confidence in Zhang Yang. Su Zhantao was unaware that this price volatility was entirely due to Zhang Yang’s actions.

Zhao Zhi, gravely ill, had little mind for market speculation. He went to the best local hospital first thing in the morning for an examination.

The doctors there shared his growing concern about the possibility of melanoma. The results of the biopsy he underwent would take three days to come back quickly, and even through connections, they wouldn't be available until tomorrow evening.

He couldn't focus on the Sanqi market all morning; Old Jin and Fatty Niu had to temporarily manage things alone. If Zhang Yang hadn't been present, he would have flown to Beijing to see doctors.

It wasn't until the afternoon, after being persuaded by Old Jin and Fatty Niu, that he consented to hand over some funds for them to operate with, while he rested assuredly, waiting for Zhang Yang to treat him. When Zhang Yang arrived that evening to perform the acupuncture, he felt a measure of relief.

In the past, Zhao Zhi’s favorite pastime was touching the large black mole on his face. Many people had advised him to remove it, but he never listened, claiming it was part of his character.

This time, he genuinely regretted it. After Zhang Yang left, he spent time reading and finally understood that this mole, which he valued so much, was the source of his current calamity.

In reality, the vast majority of moles on a person’s body are benign, but benign does not mean perpetually so. If mishandled—such as constant scratching, frequent bleeding from the mole, or poor hygiene—these moles could very likely transform into melanoma.

Zhao Zhi’s frequent touching, and occasional picking, led to this dire outcome. Now, Zhao Zhi certainly didn't treat his mole as a point of pride anymore.

If Zhang Yang hadn't said the time wasn't right, he would have wanted to have it excised immediately, just to avoid the discomfort of seeing it in the mirror accidentally… Congratulations to ︶ㄣ. on being promoted to Alliance Leader.

︶ㄣ. is a steadfast old friend, having been a supporter of Xiao Yu for three years.

An extra chapter is added in special thanks. More updates will follow.

Author’s Note: Everything Xiao Yu mentioned at the end of this chapter is true. Friends with moles should pay attention.

Large moles should be removed early, but avoid roadside stalls and small clinics; go to a proper hospital. For small moles, just be careful not to scratch them open frequently…RQ