Medical and Martial God-Chapter 118: Campus Drag Racing Provokes Public Fury
Seeing Dragon Hollyhock’s expectant look, Ye Xiu was left speechless. She had completely lost her mind.
"Sorry, I’m already spoken for tonight," he said. "How about you book me for tomorrow night in advance?"
Dragon Hollyhock was secretly disappointed but replied, "Okay, then I’m booking you for tomorrow night. You can’t promise yourself to anyone else."
"A reservation requires payment," Ye Xiu said.
"Didn’t I already give you 900?" she asked.
"I waited for you all night, but you never showed up at my place," Ye Xiu stated.
Dragon Hollyhock grew anxious. "I did go that night, but you weren’t home!"
"I never said what time I’d be home. You’re the one who left," Ye Xiu retorted.
Taking a deep breath, Dragon Hollyhock suppressed the urge to slap him. She pulled 900 yuan from her purse and handed it to Ye Xiu.
"Done!" Ye Xiu said, taking the money. "Wait for my message tomorrow night."
With that, he entered Sacred He Medical College.
Dragon Hollyhock watched his retreating figure, letting out a long sigh of relief. She had finally managed to schedule a meeting with Ye Xiu.
It was only eight-thirty in the morning, yet Sacred He Medical College was already bustling. New students, either by themselves or with their parents, all had faces beaming with pride and excitement. As the sacred land of Xuanse’s medical community, becoming a student at Sacred He Medical College was a matter of great pride. The entire campus buzzed with a celebratory atmosphere, much like the New Year.
"Hey, where do I register for Ancient Medicine?" a young man of about twenty barked, blocking Ye Xiu’s path. His attitude was incredibly arrogant and domineering. Following him were a middle-aged couple, who appeared to be his parents.
"Is that any way to ask for directions?" Ye Xiu frowned.
"Cut the crap," the young man cursed. "If you know, spit it out. If not, get lost."
Ye Xiu was silently furious. What kind of new student has the Ghost Doctor admitted? This one has no manners at all. He turned to the young man’s parents. "He’s being so rude. Aren’t you going to do anything about it?"
"My son’s manners are none of your damn business. Just tell us where to register for the Ancient Medicine program," the father said impatiently.
"Don’t waste your breath on him," the mother added. "I doubt he knows where the registration point is anyway. Let’s just ask someone else."
Ye Xiu finally understood why the young man was so ill-mannered. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
"Hey, do you know or not?" the young man demanded irritably.
"See that building at the end of the path?" Ye Xiu said, casually pointing in a random direction. "Go there, turn left and walk fifty meters, then turn right and walk another fifty meters. You’ll find it."
The young man listened and then left with his parents without so much as a thank you.
Ye Xiu frowned. With such a volatile temperament, that kid is clearly not cut out for studying Ancient Medicine. How did he even pass the screening? It seems there’s a problem with the Ghost Doctor’s admission process, allowing too many impostors to slip in. This needs to be dealt with immediately! I can’t let one bad apple spoil the bunch here at Sacred He Medical College.
Just as Ye Xiu decided to go find the Ghost Doctor, a series of urgent car horns blared from behind him. He turned to look.
A black Mercedes barreled recklessly into Sacred He Medical College, speeding wildly through the campus. Everywhere it went, startled new students and their parents scrambled to get out of the way.
Suddenly, a girl wearing a mask and a baseball cap couldn’t dodge in time. She was grazed by the side-view mirror and sent tumbling to the ground. The black Mercedes showed no intention of stopping, not even slowing down, as if it had merely clipped a stray animal and couldn’t care less.
"Stop the car!"
Enraged, Ye Xiu stepped directly into the black Mercedes’s path. The driver clearly saw him but didn’t slow down, instead charging straight at him, obviously intending to force him out of the way.
Ye Xiu glared at the approaching car, refusing to move an inch. As the Mercedes drew closer and closer, the hearts of the students and parents watching were lodged in their throats. At that speed, the consequences of a direct collision would be unimaginable.
SCREECH!
Seeing that Ye Xiu wasn’t going to budge, the driver lost his nerve and slammed on the brakes. The car’s tires left dark skid marks on the road as it came to a screeching halt, stopping with its front bumper less than a centimeter from Ye Xiu. If the driver had braked even a fraction of a second later, the car would have hit him.
"Bastard!" The driver jumped out of the car, pointing at Ye Xiu and shouting, "Are you looking for a death wish? If you want to die, go kill yourself somewhere else! Don’t get my car dirty."
As he shouted, the killing intent in his eyes was unmistakable.
Ye Xiu’s gaze sharpened. A Sang Jing Ninja Warrior? No wonder he’s so arrogant!
He spoke in a cold voice, "Today is registration day for new students at Sacred He Medical College. With so many people on campus, don’t you think driving so recklessly is going too far?"
"What do I care about registration day? I honked to warn them. If they get killed, it’s because they were blind," the driver, Take Shitamura, shot back. "Do you have any idea whose car this is? This belongs to Miyamoto Satoshi, the Medicine King of Sang Jing! He’s here to see the Ghost Doctor. Get out of the way now! You can’t afford the consequences of delaying him."
When Ye Xiu first stopped the car, the surrounding students and parents had already gathered to watch. Hearing that Miyamoto Satoshi, the Medicine King of Sang Jing, was inside, they were all stunned. The news that Miyamoto Satoshi was leading a Sang Jing medical delegation to Jin Ye City to challenge the Ghost Doctor had already spread like wildfire through the Xuanse medical community.
The new students, having come from major medical colleges all over the country, had naturally heard about it, as had their parents. Originally, they had been quite excited. A duel of medical skills between the Medicine Kings of two nations was about to happen right as their school term began, and they thought they would get to witness this once-in-a-century spectacle.
But they never expected Miyamoto Satoshi to behave like this.
"Does being the Medicine King of Sang Jing mean you can just run people over? This is Xuanse, and this is Sacred He Medical College, not Sang Jing!"
"How arrogant! This is a clear sign of disrespect for the Ghost Doctor."
"The Medicine King of Sang Jing? Don’t make me laugh! A doctor, above all, should be compassionate. Yet he lets his driver tear through campus, knocking over a new student without even stopping. Trash like that is not worthy of challenging the Ghost Doctor."
"Tell Miyamoto Satoshi to get out here and apologize!"
The surrounding crowd grew incensed, with some shouting curses.
"All of you, shut up!" Take Shitamura’s face turned red with anger. He pointed threateningly at the crowd. "Mr. Miyamoto is here representing the entire Sang Jing medical community to challenge the Ghost Doctor! By insulting him, you are insulting all of Sang Jing’s medical world. Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the Honglu Temple?"
His threat did indeed intimidate the crowd. They were genuinely afraid of causing an international incident and bringing unnecessary trouble upon the Ghost Doctor.
"Hmph. So you do know Miyamoto Satoshi represents the Sang Jing medical community," Ye Xiu said coldly. "By driving like this on the grounds of Sacred He Medical College, you are disgracing him and the entire Sang Jing medical community. Are all people from Sang Jing so barbaric, with no concept of traffic laws?"
