Super Insane Doctor of the Goddess Chapter 1 - 1: Expert!
“Listen, kid, I’m heading out to handle some major business. I won't be around to look after you anymore. It’s time for you to descend the mountain and enjoy yourself…”
“Eighteen years ago, your Teacher arranged a marriage for you with the Liu family in Jiang City. Don't forget to visit them and fulfill that engagement…”
“Also, your five senior sisters have been pestering me for years, asking when you’d finally come down. If you find the time, go see them. They’ve missed you dearly…”
“Furthermore, Teacher established a massive international organization a few years back. Since I’m making my exit, I’m handing the reins over to you…”
“This last point is a matter of life and death. If you fail to find a partner who complements your Innate Pure Yang Body within the next three years, you’re done for…”
On a highway leading toward Jiang City…
Yang Luo sat in the rear of a crimson Maserati, gazing at the passing scenery. His mind drifted back to the parting words the old man had shared before he left the mountain.
He couldn't fathom what kind of business was urgent enough to make the old man vanish so abruptly.
Two women occupied the car with him: a younger one behind the wheel and another seated in the back.
The woman sitting next to him possessed a mature aura.
The driver had shoulder-length hair and a delicate oval face. She was clad in a sharp, beige professional suit that hugged her elegant curves.
In contrast, the mature woman beside him had flowing black hair and a stunning face. She wore a form-fitting black cheongsam, her figure as lush and full as a ripened peach.
Whether in terms of facial beauty or physique, both women were top-tier goddesses.
Just a short while ago, Yang Luo had intervened to save them from a pack of thugs.
In gratitude, they had agreed to give him a lift to Jiang City.
Looking at these two beauties, Yang Luo couldn't help but wonder if the fiancée the old man had picked out could even compare to them.
The young woman driving eventually spoke up, “Sir, I want to thank you again for the rescue. My aunt and I would have been in serious trouble otherwise.”
Yang Luo simply shook his head in response. “It was nothing. Don't worry about it.”
“My name is Su Qingmei, and this is my aunt, Su Wanqiu,” the driver said, introducing the pair.
After the introduction, she asked, “Might I ask what your name is?”
“I’m Yang Luo,” he replied.
“Mr. Yang, are you traveling to Jiang City in search of employment?” Su Qingmei inquired.
She followed up by saying, “If you’re looking for work, we could help set something up for you.”
“Indeed. We can also assist with your living arrangements if you don’t have a place to stay,” Su Wanqiu chimed in.
Because Yang Luo’s attire was so plain and provincial, they assumed he was a migrant worker heading to the city for a job.
“I’m not looking for work.”
Yang Luo shook his head. “I’m going to Jiang City to honor an engagement with Liu Yuwei, the eldest daughter of the Liu family.”
“What?! You’re here for an engagement with the Liu family’s eldest daughter?!”
Su Qingmei was stunned, her expression one of pure shock. Su Wanqiu also cast a skeptical glance toward Yang Luo.
While the Liu family didn't quite match the prestige of the Su family, they were still a prominent power in Jiang City and quite wealthy.
It seemed impossible that this young man was there to marry into such a family.
Noticing their strange looks, Yang Luo asked, “You don’t believe me?”
The two women remained silent, their disbelief evident. Yang Luo shrugged. “Believe it or not, it’s the truth.”
Su Qingmei and Su Wanqiu dropped the subject, assuming he was merely boasting. To them, Liu Yuwei was a high-born lady, while Yang Luo was just a boy from the countryside.
They lived in different worlds; there was no way their paths would cross, let alone in marriage.
Yang Luo continued to chat with them as they drove. After an hour, they reached the heart of Jiang City.
Suddenly, Su Wanqiu clutched her chest. She began breathing heavily, her face turning deathly pale as sweat poured down her skin. She was clearly in agony.
“Aunt, what’s happening?” Su Qingmei cried out in a panic, swerving to a stop at the curb.
Su Wanqiu gasped out a weak reply, “Qingmei, I’m alright… it’s just my chronic condition acting up. I’ll see a doctor once we get to the hospital…”
From the side, Yang Luo curled his lip. “Beautiful, at this rate, you’ll be dead before the car even reaches the hospital gates.”
“What are you saying?!” Su Qingmei snapped, her temper rising.
Her aunt was her closest relative after her grandfather; she couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.
Even Su Wanqiu frowned, displeased by his bluntness.
“Your aunt has been suffering from myocarditis for at least three years,” Yang Luo noted, observing her closely.
He continued, “Each episode feels like a knife twisting in her heart, making it impossible to breathe properly. Today, the symptoms are ten times more severe than usual. That’s why she’s so weak. She has ten minutes left. If she isn't treated immediately, she won't survive the next ten minutes.”
“Stop talking such nonsense!” Su Qingmei yelled. “My aunt is just out of breath…”
However, Su Wanqiu was internally reeling with shock. She stared at Yang Luo and asked with a trembling voice, “Mr. Yang… how did you know I have myocarditis?”
“I picked up some medical skills from an old man,” Yang Luo explained.
Su Qingmei froze, realizing he might actually know what he was talking about. She asked frantically, “Aunt, what is this? Why didn't you tell me? You said it was just asthma!”
“Cough, cough…” Su Wanqiu tried to speak but was interrupted by a violent coughing fit. Her face grew even paler, and her body began to shake uncontrollably.
“Aunt!” Su Qingmei held onto the now-fading Su Wanqiu, tears welling in her eyes. “Don't leave me! Qingmei needs you!”
Turning to Yang Luo, she pleaded, “Mr. Yang, if you can diagnose her, surely you can save her? I’ll pay any price you ask if you save my aunt!”
Yang Luo nodded. “I have somewhere to be, so for now, I’ll just stabilize her and take away the pain.”
“Please, Mr. Yang, do whatever you can,” Su Qingmei urged, her voice trembling.
Without hesitation, Yang Luo reached out his right hand toward the mature woman’s chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Su Qingmei shrieked.
She had started to trust him, but now it looked like he was taking advantage of the situation like a common pervert!
Yang Luo sighed. “Calm down. Since the problem is her heart, I have to work on the heart area.”
Su Qingmei glared at him. “If I find out you’re just being a lecher, you will regret it!”
Yang Luo didn't bother responding. He focused, pressing his index finger and thumb together. Channeling his internal True Qi, he struck a specific acupoint over Su Wanqiu’s heart!
This was a high-level technique from the Immortal Doctor Classics taught to him by the old man—the Universe Acupoint Technique!
As his finger made contact, the sudden softness of her skin caused his own heart to flutter for a second. Even in her weakened state, Su Wanqiu felt a jolt like electricity throughout her body, and a faint flush returned to her cheeks.
Regaining his focus, Yang Luo tapped two more points with precision before pulling his hand back.
Almost instantly, Su Wanqiu’s coughing ceased, and her breathing steadied. Her complexion began to look healthy again.
Yang Luo looked at Su Qingmei and said, “Little beauty, your aunt is out of danger for now. I’ve got things to do, so I’m taking my leave. Goodbye.”
Before she could respond, Yang Luo hopped out of the Maserati and walked away. Su Qingmei was too preoccupied with her aunt to notice his departure.
Just then, Su Wanqiu opened her eyes. Su Qingmei leaned in urgently, “Aunt, how do you feel?”