The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine Chapter 7 – 7 Chapter 7: Binhai, Here I Come!

7 Chapter 7: Binhai, Here I Come!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huang Xiaolong walked away from the ambulance with Song Yuru's hand in his, but she quickly blushed and gently wriggled free, her face glowing with a rosy blush.

Huang Xiaolong grinned. Song Yuru's hand was so smooth and soft, soft like a tender stalk and left a lingering fragrance.

At this moment, Hong Quantao, Zou Shi, and a large group of undercover police officers immediately surround them.

“Divine Doctor, how is it?” Hong Quante and Zou Shi asked in unison.

Although they have already been impressed by Huang Xiaolong's medical skills, to be honest, if an arrested heart could be healed, it would be truly against the Heaven and Earth Laws.

“Hmm.. it was fairly smooth.” Huang Xiaolong didn't want to attract attention, so he replied ambiguously.

Just at this moment, the train announced its next stop—

“Dear passengers, we are approaching Binhai City, the final station on this service. Please ensure your belongings are safely stored. Also, please check that you haven't left any items on the luggage rack, coat hook, or under your seat to prevent any loss or confusion…”

“Ah! We're finally in Binhai!” Huang Xiaolong was a little excited and quickly walked towards his cabin.

Back in his cabin, the train was slowing down and getting ready to stop, Huang Xiaolong picked up his canvas bag from his seat.

“Divine Doctor, once we get off the train, I'll call for a driver. Whatever place you need to go, I can take you there,” said Hong Quantao solicitously.

Huang Xiaolong shook his head. “No need, I don't need these small favors. You don't need to worry about me, we'll go our separate ways. See you around some time. Oh right, didn't you add me on WeChat? If you have any business you can contact me directly via WeChat.”

Hong Quantao and Zou Shi, both experienced in human affairs, have already categorized Huang Xiaolong as otherworldly.

These otherworldly people often keep to themselves, and attempting to get too close might result in pushback. Thus, they could only adopt an indirect approach, not daring to be overly intrusive, fortunately having added him on WeChat was a relief.

“Hey.. Huang Xiaolong, didn't you say your biggest hobby is ghost hunting? How come your medical skills are so advanced?” At this point, Song Yuru's views of Huang Xiaolong had completely changed. As the train was about to stop, she felt a sense of reluctance to part.

“Oh… medical skills? Besides ghost hunting, I actually have a lot of other talents and skills… not only medical skills, painting, chess, calligraphy, predicting fate… I do well in everything,” Huang Xiaolong spoke nonchalantly. His tone wasn't exaggerating, it was as if he was only stating a fact.

After saying this, the train stopped and passengers began rushing to disembark.

Huang Xiaolong also quickly took a few steps to get off the train.

“Where are you going now?” Song Yuru walked next to Huang Xiaolong, lugging her suitcase along the platform.

Huang Xiaolong took a glance at Song Yuru, noticing that in addition to being beautiful, his wife had a great figure as well. Under her dress, her alabaster-like slender and beautiful legs shone brilliantly in the sunlight. She exuded an air of quiet elegance.

Song Yuru's cheeks flushed under Huang Xiaolong's intense gaze but she didn't find it repulsive in the least. In a teasing tone, she said, “What's the matter? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“My dear wife, you are truly beautiful. As for me, I'm off to meet my uncle.” Huang Xiaolong quickened his pace to exit the station.

“Wait, don't walk so fast… wait for me!” Song Yuru chased after him, a trace of resentment in her lovely eyes. Internally fuming… ‘Are you just going to leave like this? You were calling me your dear wife and yet, you aren't giving me a way to contact you, is this fair!'

Watching as Huang Xiaolong got farther and farther away, and knowing she wouldn't be able to catch up to him, Song Yuru couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, “Hey! Huang Xiaolong! What's your WeChat ID?”

With that shout, everyone in the vicinity was startled! Dumbfounded! Confused! Frozen!

Good Lord! A stunning beauty was actually asking for the WeChat ID of a man dressed like a peasant in public! Was she proposing?

Huang Xiaolong paused, turned around, and on his face was a lazy smile mixed with amusement. “Dear Wife, our destiny is tied just like a pair of Mandarin ducks and butterflies, there's no need to exchange contact information. We will meet again, trust in me, trust in fate. Alright, I must go now. Oh, btw, your legs look nice. Next time we meet, if you could wear black stockings or something like that, that would be a hundred out of a hundred…”

After saying this, Huang Xiaolong swiftly disappeared from Song Yuru's sight.

“Fate? You're killing me!” Song Yuru grumbled, her teeth gritting in frustration.

It's always been men asking for her WeChat ID and she'd dismiss them or politely reject, but this time, she offered hers to a man and got rejected instead!

This was the first time that Song Yuru was rejected by a man!

“Huang Xiaolong! Next time we meet, I am definitely going to pinch you to death!” Song Yuru stomped her foot.

However, soon after, Song Yuru took out her phone and flipped through her photo album. There, she found a picture of Huang Xiaolong!

Hmm.. it was a sneak shot she'd taken of Huang Xiaolong on the train when he wasn't paying attention.

Looking at Huang Xiaolong's photo, Song Yuru's beautiful face relaxed, and her eyes became even more gentle. She murmured to herself, “I hope… to see you again.”

In fact, the reason why Huang Xiaolong didn't give Song Yuru his WeChat ID or any other contact information was not because he was trying to show off or play hard to get. The destiny of the Mandarin ducks and butterflies was indeed true, not merely the rambling of Huang Xiaolong!

When men and women destined as mandarin ducks and butterflies meet, they will inevitably fall in love, naturally becoming a couple. This is a rule of Heaven and Earth, a natural law. In other words, from now on, if Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru want to avoid each other, it will be hard!

As Huang Xiaolong stepped out of the station, a hot wave mixed with the salty smell of seawater hit him in the face.

Looking up, he saw countless skyscrapers and continuous streams of traffic on crisscrossing streets, with a constant flow of pedestrians.

This is the lively Binhai City, where there is endless entertainment, night after night of singing and dancing, and a profusion of beauties!

The sky is blue, the sea is clear, the sunlight is intoxicating!

The beaches, the coconut groves, the ambiance is captivating!

Heck, the splendor and the glitz of this place can't be compared with a small village in the mountains!

“Heh, Binhai, I'm here!” Huang Xiaolong squints slightly, takes a deep breath, and murmurs under his breath. “I feel so many unclean things… This is a place of endless business and daily fortunes!”

Huang Xiaolong took out his cellphone while walking and dialed a number.

It was the number of his uncle. Huang Xiaolong planned to stay at his uncle's place first on his visit to Binhai City.

The call went through——

“Hello~ Little Long, your Uncle isn't in Binhai right now, but you have the address and the key to the house, so go on your own. You're grown up now, your Uncle believes you can take care of yourself. Alright then, I can't talk now, I'm busy, bye.”

“Um~~~~~” Huang Xiaolong didn't know what to say.

After putting his phone away, he took a crumpled piece of paper out of his canvas bag, which had an address written on it——

“4 Building, 18 Litchi District, Huahu Street”

“Isn't my uncle being too irresponsible?” Huang Xiaolong shakes his head slightly.

Though he attended school in Binhai City when he was a child and always lived at his uncle's place, times have changed and he can barely remember where Litchi District is, let alone Huahu Street…

Just then, a black BYD F3 pulled up in front of Huang Xiaolong.

A man with a crew cut came out of the driver's seat, “Hey, young man, where are you heading? I can give you a ride.”

“Uh, well… let me ask, how much is the fare to Litchi District, Huahu Street?” Huang Xiaolong asked politely.

“Litchi District? That's pretty far from here. How about this, 100 yuan.” The middle-aged man with the crew cut smiled widely.

“100 yuan? That's so expensive!” Huang Xiaolong exclaimed.

“Young man, is this your first time in Binhai? You think 100 yuan is too much? Let me tell you, if you take a taxi, it won't be less than 200 yuan.” The guy with the crew cut responded with a straightforward smile. “Come on, hop in. I promise I won't rip you off.”

Huang Xiaolong didn't bring much money with him, and hadn't earned a single penny yet. Naturally, he wants to save where he can.

100 yuan is too expensive!

“Never mind, I'll take the bus or subway instead.” Huang Xiaolong was about to turn and walk away.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's gaze fell on the back seat of the BYD F3.

Sitting in the back seat, there was a woman dressed in white!

This woman had a ghostly pale face, the skin on her face was peeling off, revealing some bone, her hair was like straw, her tongue was at least a meter long, she held a small floral umbrella, and her eyeballs protruding a few inches staring straight ahead.

‘Sheesh… This driver's life is pretty big indeed, driving around with a ghost woman sitting backseat…' Huang Xiaolong gave the middle-aged man with crew cut a pitying look.

As for the woman in white, she was naturally a ghost, not a vengeful or fierce one though. Normally, this type of ghosts has weak resentment and are afraid of sunlight, they would not come out in the day.

But, holding an umbrella, they won't be afraid of sunlight.

Of course, if it doesn't reveal itself, the driver won't be able to see it.

“Young man, if you don't know the way around, you won't make it on a bus or subway. Come on, get in, I'll drop the price by 20 yuan for you.” The man with the crew cut shouted. “80 yuan!”

“Well… okay then…” Huang Xiaolong opened the back door and climbed in.

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Chapter end