Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor Novel – Prologue: Astronomical Breakup Fee In the music café of City X, the sound of the piano flowed like water. Yun Sheng stared at the check in front of her. Sitting opposite her was a man and a woman, the man handsome and suave, the woman young and fashionable. In comparison, Yan Yunsheng, exuding a scent of herbal medicine, seemed quite out of place. “Yun Sheng, let’s break up.
Here is a check for a hundred thousand, to repay the school fees you’ve paid for me over the past few years,” the man, dressed impeccably, carried the elegant demeanor of a scholar. He was Liu Minglang, a highly paid medical doctor from M Country, employed at the First People’s Hospital of City X. Looking at Liu Minglang’s style, nobody could tell that just a few years ago, he was just a poor student who had just graduated from Medical University, not yet successful in his career, relying on his girlfriend Yan Yunsheng’s support to study abroad.
Several years apart, and what was thought to be a lifelong university romance, resulted in nothing but a check for a hundred thousand? A mocking smile appeared on the delicate face of Yan Yunsheng. Perhaps stung by Yun Sheng’s smile, Liu Minglang didn’t wait for her to refuse and preemptively said, “It’s not that I betrayed you from start to finish; it’s that you’re too unambitious. Look at yourself now. You graduated from a prestigious Medical University, and yet you lack ambition, inheriting some small traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
All our university classmates are doing better than you, you don’t wear makeup, and you’re always unkempt.” With a smack. Yun Sheng grabbed the check and threw it in Liu Minglang’s face, “If you want to break up, straight to the point is fine. No need to go around in circles or denigrate traditional Chinese medicine. I may be hopeless, not able to match Qian Weiwei, the health bureau chief’s daughter sitting next to you, who can help you buy houses and cars, and secure a high-paying job.
Liu Minglang, you’re just a high-profile gigolo.” Liu Minglang finding a new love was something she had long since heard from others. Yun Sheng spoke forcefully, her words clear, and everyone in the music café heard her distinctly. This kind of melodramatic scene, commonly seen in television dramas, was unusual, and the café’s customers curiously looked over, whispering about Liu Minglang and the young woman by his side. Liu Minglang’s face turned unsightly, hurriedly pulling his about-to-explode new girlfriend and left.
They had just taken a few steps when Liu Minglang suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain, crying out, “It’s… acute appendicitis, Weiwei… call 120.” Qian Weiwei’s face turned deathly pale, never having seen such a spectacle, she couldn’t even operate her phone properly. The café manager, quick-witted, stepped forward to check and helped to make the emergency call. It was rush hour, and the ambulance would need at least twenty minutes to reach the music café, but Liu Minglang was already writhing in pain on the ground.
Yun Sheng watched coldly from the side. “Is there a doctor here who can help handle the situation urgently?” After waiting five minutes, Liu Minglang was almost fainting from the pain, and the manager, left with no other choice, began asking around in the café. “She… she is a doctor, she and Ming Lang were classmates, and it’s said that her clinical surgical skills are the best in the university,” the official’s daughter Qian Weiwei finally snapped out of it, pointing at Yun Sheng. Liu Minglang also remembered this fact and, sweating profusely and struggling, crawled to Yan Yunsheng’s feet, “Yun Sheng, you… have a way to alleviate my pain, remember our past… ” “It’s remembering the money. I can keep you going until the ambulance arrives. But, my medical fees are not cheap, five hundred thousand flat rate, treat or not, it’s up to you,” Yun Sheng looked at the man sprawled on the ground like a dog, this man she once loved desperately.
“You’re insane, five hundred thousand, why don’t you go rob someone,” Qian Weiwei cursed loudly. “Weiwei, give it to her… if this continues… I might have a bowel perforation,” Liu Minglang could no longer hold on. He was a Western medicine doctor and clearly u