Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 2 - 2 2 Chest Pain

“Scram, you filthy hooligan, if you can’t speak properly then don’t speak at all. Watch out, or this lady will tear your mouth apart.”

A frosty expression covered Lu Miaochan’s pretty face as she glared furiously at Ye Xuan.

Did this bumpkin, who seemed to have just crawled out of the countryside, have a screw loose in his head?

He just blurted out anything that came to his mind!

Ye Xuan, with utmost seriousness, replied, “Beauty, I’m not being a hooligan. I’m not lying to you. You genuinely exhibit signs of having large breasts, and it could prove quite dangerous if not addressed promptly.”

“Humph, country folk really have no manners—using such a vulgar excuse to hit on a beauty.”

“Exactly, and just look at your attire? Everything you’re wearing probably doesn’t even amount to a hundred, yet you’re aiming for swan meat while being a toad!”

“Beauty, don’t pay him any mind, this sort of person deserves a good beating!”

The surrounding men could no longer tolerate it, and several sharp gazes speared towards Ye Xuan.

Lu Miaochan’s ethereal beauty had ignited a frenzy of hormones among the male onlookers.

Each of them was motivated to humiliate Ye Xuan, this country bumpkin, in an effort to gain favor with the beautiful lady!

“This gentleman, I implore you to show some self-respect. I demand that you apologize to this beauty immediately!”

A handsome young man nearby declared with righteous indignation.

“Huh?”

Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed as he glanced sideways at the man, “Who are you calling ‘you’?”

“I’m not referring to ‘you’! I’m simply disgusted by your bullying of the lady. Everyone, let’s be the judge here. Such country folk truly lack basic manners.”

The handsome man’s initial expression faltered, and then his face darkened.

“That’s right, country bumpkins just curse when they open their mouths; they can’t hold a candle to us city folks!”

“The overall quality of the populace is being dragged down by these bumpkins!”

Everyone treated Ye Xuan as if he were the sole target of their scorn.

The handsome man’s face beamed with delight, naturally seizing the opportunity to step on others to elevate himself.

“This country person must be entering the city for the very first time, having never seen a true beauty before. Look at his palms, so many calluses; he must have been feeding pigs back in the countryside, right?”

The handsome man glared at Ye Xuan’s palm and spoke with biting sarcasm.

Ye Xuan, finding it beneath him to argue with these idiots, inquired, “Do you often experience chest tightness, difficulty breathing, sharp chest pain, dizziness, and similar symptoms? Also, at night, while sleeping, do you awaken gasping for air, feeling an intolerable pain located three inches above your chest?”

He directed these questions to Lu Miaochan.

“You… how do you know that?” Lu Miaochan’s face was etched with disbelief.

Only she and her mother knew of these specific symptoms; how could this fellow possibly be aware of them?

Ye Xuan’s eyes fixed on Lu Miaochan’s chest as he stated, “Beauty, as I mentioned, these symptoms are indicative of large breasts. How about you allow me to ‘massage’ it a few times? I guarantee it will alleviate the symptoms.”

“What!”

A few ‘massages’ would cure it?

“Go die!”

Lu Miaochan huffed in pure rage.

She had sought treatment at numerous hospitals without any improvement, and now this scoundrel claimed a few ‘massages’ on her chest would cure her ailment—how could that possibly be true?

Lu Miaochan’s lovely face flushed with anger, “Filthy hooligan! Just die!”

She was utterly convinced this was nothing more than a complete sham, a thoroughly shameless scoundrel!

It was evident he intended to take advantage of her, masquerading it as a form of treatment, which was utterly devoid of shame.

“Humph! The quality of country folk truly needs significant improvement. Miss, I believe he’s simply attempting to swindle you. I’ve encountered this trick numerous times before.”

The man spoke with sarcasm and disdain, then rose from his seat.

“Come, sit here. If this kind of person bothers you, he will continue to harass you throughout.”

The handsome man’s gesture immediately garnered the admiration of everyone present.

He was not only good-looking but also remarkably considerate, a stark contrast to the disheveled Ye Xuan, who was met with disdain and contempt.

“No need, I’ll just sit here.”

Lu Miaochan frowned, finding the handsome man’s method of belittling others to elevate himself even more repulsive.

The man appeared somewhat disappointed, but glancing at Ye Xuan, he inwardly sneered, thinking such a loser and country bumpkin would likely never attract women—it served him right to be a perpetual bachelor!

“Huh?”

Just then, Ye Xuan’s gaze narrowed, shifting towards a seat on the opposite side.

Occupying that seat was a burly man, ostentatiously dressed in a plaid shirt, with arms covered in tattoos, his face exuding defiance; it was as if his very visage proclaimed, ‘I am a hooligan.’

As Ye Xuan’s attention fell upon him, the man in the floral shirt swaggered over, chuckling, “Beauty, you’re quite cute. Wanna be friends?”

Lu Miaochan felt a sense of helplessness wash over her, and she instinctively cast her gaze around at the individuals nearby.

It was quite apparent that this man was trouble, and her sincere hope was that someone would step in to drive him away!

However, to her profound disappointment, the Flower Guardians, who had displayed such righteous indignation only moments before, now found themselves retracting their necks and feigning ignorance, clearly disinclined to provoke a confrontation with the burly-looking man.

“Big brother, I’ve only just encountered this young lady myself; we are not acquainted.”

The handsome man, visibly intimidated by the brute’s ferocious glare, found his previous air of superiority completely vanishing. Terrified into silence, he awkwardly retreated from the gathering crowd.

Lu Miaochan softly uttered, “I…

I don’t know you, and frankly, I have no desire to become acquainted with you!”

The man adorned in a floral shirt let his eyes rove lecherously over Lu Miaochan’s chest. He then smirked, “You don’t know me?

We can certainly get to know each other as we converse, can’t we?”

After delivering this remark, he forcefully slapped Ye Xuan’s shoulder with his tattooed arm, adopting a condescending posture. “Kid, relinquish that seat to me.

If you possess any semblance of common sense, you’ll move to the rear.”

“There are no remaining seats here; perhaps you should seek another spot,” Ye Xuan replied.

The brute’s impatience flared. “Did you not hear me when I instructed you to clear out?

What is with all this chatter?

Make haste!”

“This is my designated seat; by what right should I vacate it?” Ye Xuan inquired with feigned laziness.

“What?

You country bumpkin, are you even aware of the gravity of this situation?

Do you fancy yourself a hero?

Do you truly believe I couldn’t dispatch you with a single hand if I so chose?”

The man clad in the floral shirt could scarcely believe his ears; this scruffily attired country fellow actually dared to defy him; it was akin to actively seeking his own demise.

Upon hearing this provocation, Ye Xuan calmly shrugged his shoulders.

Within the entirety of this world, he seriously doubted the existence of anyone capable of ending his life with but a single hand.

“I reiterate, this seat is mine.

What recourse do you possess if I choose not to depart?” Ye Xuan shot a sidelong glare at the man in the floral shirt.

Lu Miaochan observed this exchange with a degree of surprise; she had certainly not anticipated that the person seated beside her would possess such unyielding resolve.

Did he not comprehend the potential to enrage the brute with his defiance?

“Very well, young man, are you perhaps weary of life itself?

A provincial buffoon like yourself attempting to act tough in this place!

Since you refuse to leave by your own accord, I shall compel you to do so!”

With a chilling, sinister laugh erupting from him, the man in the floral shirt unleashed a vicious punch aimed directly at Ye Xuan’s head.

Meanwhile, the handsome man who had discreetly retreated to observe the unfolding drama wore an expression of pure glee, seemingly anticipating the imminent moment when this rustic would be subjected to a thorough beating.

*Snap!*

Ye Xuan’s movements were executed with the speed of lightning as he intercepted the floral shirt’s descending fist. The latter was instantly drenched in a cold sweat, emitting a pathetic whimper, “Big brother…

Kindly release me; my hand feels as though it’s on the verge of shattering!”

Casting an indifferent gaze upon the pained man in the floral shirt, Ye Xuan enunciated two simple words: “Begone!”

With a decisive kick, Ye Xuan sent the floral-shirted assailant sprawling onto the ground, where he lay utterly vanquished amidst a cloud of kicked-up dust.

A profound silence descended upon the entire bus.

Numerous passengers stared at Ye Xuan with open astonishment, utterly stunned that this seemingly unsophisticated individual had managed to fell the imposing floral-shirted man, who stood nearly six-foot-three!

Lu Miaochan’s jaw dropped in sheer disbelief, her mouth agape wide enough to accommodate a small duck egg.

“Kid, you just mark my words.

Once we reach East Sea City, I assure you, I shall demonstrate my true capabilities!”

The man in the floral shirt laboriously picked himself up from the ground. He shot a venomous glare in Ye Xuan’s direction, and with a visibly bruised countenance, he retreated to his seat. From there, he discreetly palmed his mobile phone and initiated a call.

Ye Xuan, however, remained entirely unfazed by the threat; in his estimation, such boastful individuals presented no significant challenge, whether they advanced alone or in a group!

Lu Miaochan, stealing a tentative glance at Ye Xuan, softly inquired, “Um, thank you… um…

My name is Lu Miaochan.

May I know your name?”

Ye Xuan, adopting an air of comfortable familiarity, flashed a grin and proactively grasped Lu Miaochan’s hand. “The name’s Ye Xuan; Sister Miaochan, have you given it sufficient thought?

Might you require my assistance?”

“You…

You absolute pervert!”

Lu Miaochan’s face instantly erupted into a fiery crimson blush.

After all that had transpired, was this individual still attempting to take advantage of her predicament?

Any nascent flicker of fondness she might have begun to feel towards Ye Xuan instantly extinguished, leaving her seething with indignation.

Just as she prepared to unleash an angry retort, her expression abruptly shifted, a searing pain suddenly manifesting in her chest, her brows knitting together tightly in agony.

“Hmm?

What seems to be the matter?” Ye Xuan released Lu Miaochan’s hand, sensing that something was amiss.

“My…

My chest… it’s causing me excruciating pain!”

Lu Miaochan clutched her chest, her complexion visibly paling. She recognized the familiar symptoms of her recurring chest ailment, and this episode felt more severe than any before.

“See, I told you that you were exhibiting signs of severe chest distress!

You simply refused to heed my warnings. If you had permitted me to administer a massage earlier, perhaps the discomfort would have already subsided.

Observing Lu Miaochan curled over in palpable pain, Ye Xuan’s frown deepened. “Allow me to examine it; I shall employ my unique method!”

Ye Xuan declared with firm resolve. Then, without affording Lu Miaochan any opportunity for refusal, he gently supported her body.

Witnessing this intimate gesture, the surrounding passengers couldn't help but widen their eyes in collective surprise.