Chapter 27: Secretly Practicing Medicine

"Wow… Don, is that SUV the newest model?" Ethan's eyes widened as he admired the sleek, white vehicle parked nearby. Its bold lines and commanding presence made it stand out instantly.

Don grinned proudly. "Good eye. This is a brand-new model fresh from Europe. Cost me 800,000 USD. No one else in the country has it yet — pulled some strings to get my hands on one. What do you think?"

Ethan whistled. "I like it."

"If you like it, consider it yours." Don clapped Ethan on the back casually. "Once I get the registration sorted, I'll have someone deliver it to you."

Ethan nearly choked on his own breath. "Wait, what? No, no, I can't accept something this expensive." He waved his hands in protest.

Don laughed. "Come on, brother. You saved Ryan's life — that makes you family now." He leaned in, dropping his voice conspiratorially. "Besides, who wouldn't want a friend who can pull someone back from the brink of death? If anything happens to me one day, having you around is like holding a 'get out of jail free' card."

Ethan scratched the back of his head, half amused, half speechless. "You're really giving this car away just for that?"

"Absolutely." Don steered the car onto the road. "Besides, if you manage to heal Old Man Blakes's granddaughter, I'll be getting a ten-million-yuan discount on his precious painting. Believe me, I'm making out like a bandit."

"A painting?" Ethan raised a brow. "Worth that much?"

"You have no idea." Don's eyes gleamed. "Ever heard of Edgar Whitmore? His 'Mount Lushan Waterfall' sold abroad for nearly 5.9 billion USD. Old Man Blake's painting isn't quite at that level, but he bought it for 500 million Yuan years ago. Even if he agrees to sell, it'd go for no less than a billion."

Ethan whistled low. "Damn. Poverty really limits the imagination. You rich folks treat money like pocket change."

Don laughed heartily. "Brother, with skills like yours, money should never be a problem. Just start charging for your treatments. Paralyzed patients? One hundred million. Dying patients? Three hundred. Raise the dead? Five hundred million." He smirked. "Rich people will line up and beg to throw their money at you."

Ethan frowned slightly. "It's not that simple. Sure, the rich can afford it… but what about the poor? If I only treat those who can pay, I'll be crucified in the court of public opinion." He sighed. "I'd rather stick to farming."

Don chuckled. "That's where I come in. I'll handle the logistics. We'll keep things quiet — no flashy advertising, just word of mouth through trusted channels. The hospitals can handle the payments; you just do your thing. I'll make sure you only deal with cases that really need you."

Ethan considered the offer. "Alright. But I've got one rule — if someone's rotten to the core, I won't save them no matter how much they offer."

Don gave a thumbs-up. "Deal."

As they drove, Don filled Ethan in on Old Man Blake's situation. "His granddaughter's been paralyzed for three years. No doctor has been able to help her, not even the ones abroad. The old man's got four sons — one in politics, three in business — so they're not hurting for money. Don't feel bad about charging him."

Ethan nodded. "Got it."

Soon, they arrived at a luxurious villa. The security guard greeted Don with a respectful bow, opening the gate without question. The car glided smoothly up the driveway and came to a stop.

Old Man Blake himself greeted them at the door, his eyes lighting up as he saw Ethan. "Ah, so this is the young doctor I've heard so much about! Such skill at such a young age — remarkable!"

Ethan smiled politely. "Thank you, sir. May I see your granddaughter?"

"Of course, of course!" The old man pressed a button on a wall-mounted intercom. " Faith, please bring Ruthie down."

A short while later, an elderly maid pushed a wheelchair out of the home elevator. Seated in it was a delicate young girl, her features soft and beautiful, though her expression was distant. Her gaze met Ethan's, and for a moment, something flickered in her eyes — hope, perhaps?

Ethan knelt in front of her, taking her pulse gently. As he closed his eyes, his ring pulsed faintly against his finger. After a long moment, he opened his eyes and gave a small nod. "I'll do what I can."

The room fell silent, everyone holding their breath as Ethan worked.