Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter Two: A Keen Eye Reveals a Fortune by Splitting a Stone

As the torrential rain subsided and dawn broke, Chen Shanhe, a young man from the countryside, slowly awoke from beside the wolf-tooth rocks in the mountains.

He awakened his ancestral medical skills and his extraordinary ability to identify treasures, mastering the skills of healing injuries, strengthening the body, and recognizing jade and other precious items.

After his injuries healed, he immediately picked up the strange stone and rushed to the town to have it cut open, believing that once it was cut open, he could reverse his fate and change his destiny.

After a night of torrential rain, the sky brightened.

Chen Shanhe slowly woke up and opened his eyes.

He was completely dry, without a drop of rain on him.

I felt incredibly comfortable and full of energy, without any signs of injury or weakness.

Reaching down to touch the back of my head, I found that yesterday's wound had long since healed and was as smooth as ever.

He looked at the wolf-tooth stone beside him and activated his newly awakened X-ray vision.

A rich, deep green light burst forth from the stone, its interior translucent and lustrous, revealing it to be a top-grade icy imperial green.

The bloodstains from yesterday on the surface of the stone have completely disappeared.

Chen Shanhe stood up, exerted his strength with both arms, and lifted the wolf tooth stone, which weighed more than 300 jin, with a thud.

With steady steps, he walked straight toward the town's largest jewelry store.

Upon entering the store, he slammed the stone heavily onto the counter, causing the surface to tremble.

"Master, cut the stone."

Master Zhang, with a pipe in his mouth, glanced at the stone and smirked.

"Young man, this is just a broken rock. It's a waste of time to cut it open. Don't waste your money."

Chen Shanhe didn't even lift his eyelids, and tapped the stone surface with his fingertips.

"Just keep cutting. Even if you don't get any jade, I'll still pay for the stone cutting."

As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful figure walked out from the inner hall.

Murong Fangxiang stood in front of the counter, her gaze falling on Chen Shanhe, then sweeping over Langyashi.

She had a tall and straight figure, cool and aloof eyes, and an air of nobility about her.

"Old Zhang, do it his way."

Master Zhang turned to look at Murong Fangxiang, his face showing hesitation.

"Boss, this stone doesn't look very valuable..."

"Cut." Murong Fangxiang's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force. "If they can't cut out jade, the shop will bear the cost; if they can, I'll take it directly."

Master Zhang said no more, picked up the stone and walked towards the stone-cutting machine.

The machine roared as the blades sliced ​​across the stone surface.

A beam of emerald green light suddenly burst open and shot straight up to the roof.

Master Zhang's hand trembled, and the stone-cutting machine stopped in mid-air.

He stared at the stone, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The surrounding jewelers who had been watching the spectacle instantly swarmed around, their eyes wide with disbelief.

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"Icy imperial green jade! And it's top-grade material!"

Someone shouted out, and the scene instantly erupted in cheers.

"I'll offer five million!"

"I'll add another million, six million!"

"Seven million! I'll take this stone!"

The calls for bids rose and fell, and the crowd crowded in front of the counter, their expressions fervent.

Murong Fangxiang took half a step forward, her gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Ten million."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced all the noise.

Everyone turned to look at Murong Fangxiang, and no one dared to raise the price any further.

The Murong family's status in the jewelry industry is unchallenged.

Chen Shanhe looked at Murong Fangxiang and nodded slightly.

"make a deal."

A transfer notification sounded, and a message popped up indicating that ten million had been deposited into the account.

Chen Shanhe put away his phone and turned to leave.

Murong Fangxiang watched his retreating figure, then raised her hand and beckoned two men in black.

"Follow him, find out his whereabouts, keep him safe, and do not disturb him."

The two men in black bowed in agreement and silently followed him out.

Chen Shanhe walked straight into the clothing store and pointed to the ready-made clothes on the shelf.

"Bring me this outfit, this one, and that one too."

He tried on and changed clothes quickly and efficiently, without the slightest hesitation.

He then went into the barbershop and sat down in a chair.

"Cut it short, make it look neater."

The barber started trimming the hair and then handed me non-prescription glasses.

Chen Shanhe put on his glasses and looked in the mirror.

His former dull demeanor has vanished; his eyes are sharp, and his aura is composed.

He paid the money, stepped out, and drove straight to the county health commission.

At the Health Commission's office window, a staff member looked up at him.

What service do you need?

"I obtained my Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's license through my grandfather, Chen Shouyi, who established the apprenticeship system before his death."

The staff checked the files and quickly retrieved the red-book certificate.

"Chen Shanhe, right? The certificate has been issued for a while now, take it."

Chen Shanhe took the document, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket.

From then on, practicing medicine was legitimate and in accordance with the law.

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Chen Shanhe walked out of the Health Commission and went straight to the motorcycle shop.

The shop assistant came forward to greet us, his face beaming with smiles.

"Which car would you like to see, sir?"

Chen Shanhe pointed to the Harley Indians in the center of the exhibition hall.

"This one, give me a price."

"This top-of-the-line travel model has an official price of 560,000."

Chen Shanhe rested his hand on the handlebars, tapping lightly with his fingertips.

"520,000, you can take delivery of the car now, pay now."

The shop assistant looked embarrassed and turned to find the shop manager.

The store manager strode over and looked Chen Shanhe up and down.

"Sir, this price is indeed low; we don't make much profit..."

"520,000, pay by card if you're okay, otherwise I'll try another place."

Chen Shanhe spoke calmly, without giving an inch.

The store manager gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's proceed with the formalities at the price you agreed upon."

After swiping his card to pay and completing the formalities, Chen Shanhe got on his motorcycle.

With the engine roaring, he twisted the accelerator and drove on the way back.

As they walked into a secluded alley, more than a dozen figures suddenly darted out from both sides.

Holding sticks, they blocked the entire intersection.

The blond-haired leader spat out his cigarette butt and glanced sideways at Chen Shanhe.

"Kid, I heard you made a fortune selling stones. Leave the money and I'll let you go."

Chen Shanhe braced himself on the ground with both legs, and the motorcycle came to a steady stop.

"If you want money, ask my fist if it'll allow it first."

Yellow Hair waved his hand and roared as he led his men forward.

Chen Shanhe's eyes turned cold, and he got out of the car.

His figure flashed, as fast as a blur.

A fist strikes straight at the face, followed by a sweeping leg across the back of the knee.

Screams rang out one after another as the thugs collapsed to the ground.

In a short while, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground, crying and wailing.

Chen Shanhe dusted off his hands and climbed onto his motorcycle.

With a press of the accelerator, the Motorbike sped away, heading straight for the old factory.

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The factory gates were wide open, and the yard was packed with people.

Cries and screams rose and fell, the atmosphere was extremely sorrowful.

Chen Shanhe parked his motorcycle and stepped into the courtyard.

The workers turned around and looked at him, all of them with blank expressions.

"Who is this? They look familiar."

"I don't know, it looks impressive, not like people from around here."

Ignoring the comments, Chen Shanhe walked straight towards the center of the crowd.

A coffin was placed in the courtyard, and the female factory director, Su Wanjing, lay inside, her face deathly pale.

The family members knelt beside the coffin, weeping uncontrollably.

"Factory manager, how could you leave like this..."

"The factory can't do without you..."

Chen Shanhe walked to the coffin and bent down to look at Su Wanjing.

He activated his Divine Eye of Healing, his gaze sweeping over the other person's entire body.

He then straightened up, spoke in a deep voice, and his voice resonated throughout the entire venue.

"Make way, she's not dead yet, I can save her!"

The family members looked up abruptly, their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Who are you? Don't talk nonsense, the doctor has declared him beyond saving!"

"My name is Chen Shanhe. I used to work in a factory."

Chen Shanhe spoke firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

"She has syncope, not death. If we delay any longer, she will be beyond saving."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, some questioning and others hesitant.

Meanwhile, in the jewelry store's top-floor office.

Two men in black stood bowing in front of Murong Fangxiang.

"Miss, after leaving the shop, Chen Shanhe changed clothes, got a haircut, and obtained his Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's license."

He bought a Harley-Davidson motorcycle for 520,000 yuan. On the way, he encountered robbers, but he subdued them all. He is extremely skilled.

"He has now arrived at the factory where he previously worked, claiming that he can save the female factory manager who has suddenly fallen ill."

Murong Fangxiang lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, her eyes flickering slightly.

"He possesses medical skills, martial arts prowess, and the ability to appraise treasures."

"Give the order to continue secretly following this man. We can befriend him and use him for the Murong family."

The two men in black responded, bowed, and left the office.

Sunlight streamed in through the window as Murong Fangxiang gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the factory.