Rebirth: God Master of Myriad Realms

Ever since he had become the external director of Central Hospital, Wang Zheng spent his days at home accompanying Murong Yuyan, or accompanying his future father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Boss, someone came to see you and told you that he's a doctor!" While Wang Zheng was lying on the sofa watching the movie, Zhang Er'mao walked in and whispered.

Wang Zheng stretched his lazy waist, and finally someone delivered himself to his doorstep. Ever since he had become the External Director, the system had issued a quest requesting him to treat 100 patients. The reward for the quest was quite attractive, after all, was looking forward to unlocking a new Pill.

"Give me a table at the door and let the patient wait at the door. I'll go out after a drink." Wang Zheng did not care about the patient's problem at all, since there was a Energy Pill, even if the Physical Capacity Point was emptied, he still had a way to save them.

Murong Yuyan glanced at the middle-aged man who was waiting outside for his treatment and whispered to Wang Zheng, "Is this really alright?"

Wang Zheng shook his head: "What can happen, I am the trump card of the Central Hospital, of course I have to have a personality!"

"You are so smelly, yet you still have a trump card. Be careful of the time when they report you!" Murong Yuyan rolled her eyes at Wang Zheng. When Wang Zheng came back to tell her that he was shocked to become the external director of Central Hospital, she knew he was rich, but she never expected that Wang Zheng actually knew medical skills.

The person waiting outside had a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "Damn it, I came to see a doctor and that one thinks I'm a person. He actually dares to leave me outside. Does he not know who I am!?"

When Wang Zheng saw this scene, he sneered: "Give him back to me, let him continue to wait for me!" With that, Wang Zheng just sat down and watched a movie with Murong Yuyan.

Murong Yuyan still wanted to say something, but seeing Wang Zheng's smile, he decided to not speak any further.

After half an hour, the middle-aged man outside finally could not hold it in and was stopped by Zhang Er'mao just as he was about to rush in.

"Wang Zheng, you should go out and take a look. Maybe I have something urgent."

Murong Yuyan urged from the side. Wang Zheng could not watch the movie well, so he stretched and stood up to open the door.

"What are you making such a ruckus about? Why aren't you letting people watch the movie!?" Wang Zheng glanced at the middle-aged man who had an angry look on his face.

Seeing Wang Zheng coming out, the middle-aged man thought that the External Director was a old physician, but who knew he was a youngster? The fury in his heart grew even stronger, and he slammed the table with the intent to report Wang Zheng's Central Hospital.

"If you want to report it, then go. I'm not going to stop you, but I have the responsibility to tell you that if your illness is incurable, then even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't save you. Don't think that I'm joking, that's no ordinary hemorrhoids." With that, Wang Zheng turned and was about to close the door. The middle-aged man's face changed and he anxiously rushed to the door, the anger on his face turning into a smile.

"Director Wang, I was in too much pain just now that I got a little angry. Can you forgive me this once?" As he spoke, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Wang Zheng glanced at the money on the table, and revealed a smile on his face: "I don't know if your life is only worth this little bit of money."

"This …"

The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot, he hesitated for a moment, then took out a stack of bills and placed it on the table, then smilingly stared at Wang Zheng: "I wonder if Director Wang is satisfied now?"

Wang Zheng only took a glance before replying coldly, "It's just this little bit of information that can't be cured."

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and took out a stack of hundred dollar bills from his briefcase, placing it on the table.

Looking at the three stacks of hundred-dollar bills on the table, he estimated that it was about two to three hundred thousand yuan. He then nodded and sat down.

"Hemorrhoids are not a problem. Your blood is blocked in your brain because there is a tumor in your brain. If you don't treat it quickly, it will be difficult to save your brain!"

Wang Zheng's words immediately scared the middle-aged man silly. He didn't know that there was still a tumor in his brain, a rich person like them viewed small lives very seriously. Upon hearing that there was a tumor, they had to go back and undergo Central Hospital surgery.

"As long as you leave this door, I will no longer be your doctor. If anything happens, don't come looking for me." Wang Zheng said indifferently. The middle-aged man who had just rushed to the door suddenly stopped in his tracks, Wang Zheng could tell that he had a brain tumor with a single glance, and this method was not something an ordinary doctor could compare with. This brain tumor was not something that could be cured with 100% certainty, thus the middle-aged man began to hesitate.

"I have a prescription for medicine. Go to the hospital and take it. After half a month, find an acupuncturist and follow the formula for acupuncture. After one month, your brain tumor will disappear." Wang Zheng scribbled a few words on a piece of A4 white paper and threw it to the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the prescription was filled with ordinary Chinese medicine, if this medicine could cure brain tumors, then hadn't Western medicine been researching into the dog's stomach all these years?

"Director Wang, can these medicinal ingredients really cure my brain tumor? Are you not trying to lie to me for the sake of your reputation?" The middle aged man stared at Wang Zheng and asked.

Wang Zheng was too lazy to explain to him, "In the end, after leaving the villa, you will not be my patient, and my life or death has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Wang Zheng's indifferent look, the middle-aged man started to mutter in his heart. He hesitated for a long time before clenching his teeth and saying: "Thank you for the diagnosis and treatment of Director Wang. I still believe more in the hospital for the brain tumor!" With that, the middle-aged man turned around and left.

Looking at the middle-aged man's back, Zhang Er'mao walked to Wang Zheng's side and quietly asked: "Boss, do you want to stop him?"

Wang Zheng laughed out loud: "Why are you stopping him, his brain tumor can't be saved even if he loses the hospital. Although the development of western medicine is fast, it's also helpless against this kind of brain tumor."

Zhang Er'mao nodded his head. If Wang Zheng had already said there was no saving him, then there was no saving him. Zhang Er'mao had already reached the level of a fanatic towards Wang Zheng.

Before Wang Zheng returned to his room, he suddenly thought of something and said to Zhang Er'mao: "Set up a sign here for me in a while, and write down clearly that if you don't meet the requirements for your medical fees, you can't talk about it; if you don't believe me, you can't talk about it; if you have a bad temper, you can't talk about it; if you don't obey my arrangements."

Zhang Er'mao nodded, in Zhang Er'mao's opinion, it was already an honor for them to treat those people, even if Wang Zheng had more requests, it was normal for him.

When they were eating in the afternoon, Wang Zheng's phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Central Hospital Guild Master's phone, Wang Zheng knew what was going on. He picked up the phone and the first thing he said when he picked up: "Principal, if it's about that patient in the afternoon, then don't talk about it.

The dean laughed bitterly and advised patiently: "Director Wang, this patient has a huge relationship with our hospital. Can you help him?"

I told him that once he stepped out of the manor, he would not be my patient. I don't like taking patients who are second-hand, so if you have time to do my thought work, you might as well supervise the people in the Western Department to think of a way to remove his tumor! With that, Wang Zheng hung up the phone.

The dean shook his head with a bitter smile at the middle-aged man sitting across from him.