In HuaXia country, at the HaiDong city, on bus number 520.

Ye Ling touched his own face, his hand had a noticeable Tai Chi tattoo on the back, while his face had a more noticeable palm print.

Just now, while he was waiting for the bus at the station, he reminded a young woman that her panties were on backwards, and as a result, she slapped Ye Ling.

With his special eyes, he was in moral turmoil again. Across him sat a curvaceous beauty wearing tight-fitting sportswear.

Ironically, he could see things that others couldn't. Should he remind the beauty?

"Miss, your, um... is skewed! Isn't it uncomfortable?"

In the end, he bit the bullet, pointing a finger at the beauty's full tight-fitting sports vest, having noticed that her 'um' was askew.

Being someone with OCD, this felt uncomfortable. Maybe not every woman…

Smack!

"Pervert, ruffian!"

It turned out Ye Ling experienced again, indeed, all women are the same, the prettier they are, the hotter their tempers, another slap.

The beauty wore a mask, which covered most of her features, but one could tell from her enchanting figure that she was a beauty.

She was glaring at Ye Ling with almond-shaped eyes. But her expression froze the next moment, she felt her pride and joy on her chest was indeed a bit skewed due to its large size.

But it was impossible to spot from the outside, how did this pervert know?

"Miss, I was just telling the truth, afraid that you might feel uncomfortable, you don't have to slander me like this, right?"

Ye Ling was really feeling repulsed by what he experienced yesterday. He survived the disaster of falling off a cliff, only to meet a dead old man who had been dead for over a thousand years.

He received the inheritance of an unparalleled medical skill, not to mention the unparalleled martial arts. Inexplicably, this old man even opened his so-called 'heavenly eye'.

Now, he can actually see through things. The old man said it was for better treating people's illnesses, but this ended up putting Ye Ling into awkward situations.

As long as Ye Ling was slightly focused, he could see through clothes. Unfortunately, it was summertime, people wore less, making it too easy for him to see through.

Earlier, while waiting for the bus, he reminded a young woman that her underwear was twisted, and he got slapped. Now, reminding a girl that her 'thing' was skewed led to another slap.

This resulted in a conspicuous paw print remaining on Ye Ling's face. He tried to block the girl's slap with his hand, but instead, everyone on the bus saw the obvious palm print on him.

"Oh you're still defending yourself? Not a pervert? Look at your face, so slapped! Is it because you tried to grope someone?"

The lady wore a mask, but her big bright eyes were glaring at Ye Ling. Other passengers also noticed the palm print on Ye Ling's face.

"Indeed! He seems quite handsome, didn't expect him to behave like this!"

"It goes to show: You can know a person's face but not their heart! Look at his weird tattoos!"

"Sigh! Young people these days, tsk tsk..."

Everyone was bombarding Ye Ling who could hardly defend himself, all this was the fault of that dead old man! Medical skill and martial arts inheritance would have been enough, but he had to bestow the special ability to see through things!

Being a Virgo with a hint of OCD, if he saw a woman wearing twisted underwear or a girl's 'item' placed wrong, he would definitely remind them.

In the end, Ye Ling could only get off the bus amid accusations from everyone. He hailed a cab to head towards his destination. Whether he will be hired as a doctor at the Care Hospital depends on his performance today.

Haidong City, Dragon Emperor Heavenly Mansion, Villa Number Eight.

"Sigh! This is the most difficult illness I've ever encountered in my fifty years of practicing traditional medicine, bar none!"

A white-haired, elderly doctor in the living room had his brows furrowed deeply, from lack of sleep in the past two days causing his eyes to be bloodshot.

"What exactly is the cause?! Why can't it be cured?"

Being the most prominent Western medicine specialist in Haidong City, a pillar of Haidong First People's Hospital, a medical consultant at the University of Huaxia's School of Medicine, he was now this frustrated over a patient.

He represents the most authoritative Western medical diagnosis, and if his treatment plan doesn't work, the rest of the specialists can only shake their heads.

"Dean Zhang, do you have any ideas?"

In the end, the traditional medicine specialist could only turn his gaze towards Zhang Youhao. To put it bluntly, he wasn't very fond of traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhang Youhao was the deputy director of Haidong Care Hospital. He had a dark complexion and specialized in traditional Chinese medicine. He had also studied Taiyi acupuncture under the honorary director Gu Changqing.

"Even the 'Burning Mountain Fire' acupuncture has been tried, the child's illness shows no signs of improvement, not even a change in the body temperature. It seems we can only wait for the divine doctor that elder Gu is introducing!" Zhang Youhao said helplessly.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked to hear Zhang Youhao's words, and the old doctor asked loudly, "You mean elder Gu is not coming?"

They had pinned their highest hopes on Gu Changqing, but surprisingly Zhang Youhao said that Gu Changqing was not coming.

Gu Changqing, the honorary director of Haidong Care Hospital, President of the Traditional Medicine Association of Huaxia, member of the International Medical Arts Association, was already a respected figure in the field of traditional medicine thirty years ago.

"Sigh! Elder Gu is already in his nineties!" Gu Changqing was both a teacher and a friend to Zhang Youhao, and Zhang Youhao had thought that Gu would come today.

"Some days ago, he caught a chill and really can't afford to toss about, so he suddenly told me today that he will send a 'miracle doctor' to help with the treatment."

Given the state of his elder’s health, a mere cold should really be nothing. If he didn't come, it might have been to keep up his reputation!

“Sigh! If this story gets out, it might be enough to make every doctor in the world die from laughter!” Gufeng shook his head and sighed again.

In the field of medicine, he only respected Gu Changqing. He didn't care what Zhang Youhao said about inviting a miracle doctor.

“Are we, the medical doctors, incapable of treating a common cold now? A cold!”

Right, half a month ago, Jiang Tianhong's nine-year-old son, Jiang Xiaolong, had a cold. Shockingly, no hospitals in the city of Haidong could cure it.

Jiang Tianhong, fifteen years ago, was the 'daytime ruler' of Haidong City, while he ruled at night. He still rules the night even now.

Despite his significant power, no one could cure the beloved son's cold, so he invited all well-known medical experts across the country.

The result was beyond expectation. No matter the expert, whether it was an authority in western medicine or a master in traditional Chinese medicine, none of them could do anything about the cold.

All kinds of medicine were tried, all kind of methods were used, all kinds of instruments were used for checkups, all kinds of acupuncture and folk remedies were attempted, but none had any effect.

The constant drips of snot didn't lessen, not a single sneeze missed, and even the high fever didn't recede.

All these reactions hit the experts flat in their faces. What the patient had was just a simple cold.

Bang!

"Waste! A bunch of wastemen!"

Seeing these medical experts and doctors unable to do anything about his son’s cold, Jiang Tianhong, just down from upstairs, slapped the table fiercely.

"You damn people, why don’t you think of a solution!"

Facing Jiang Tianhong's rage, the medical experts present didn't dare to breathe too loudly, let alone confront him due to his high status.

How was it possible that such a simple cold could not be cured by so many medical authorities? They neither had the courage nor the face to refute!

"Is there no one in the entire Chinese medical field who can cure a simple cold? A cold!"

After turning over a new leaf, his temper had significantly improved. Otherwise, these experts would have been knocked out long ago to feed his Husky at home.

"Who said all the doctors in China can't cure a cold?"

Just as the villa's living room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, a very confident voice came from the entrance.

A young man in his early twenties stood at the entrance of the villa. He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing black casual shoes, creamy beige pants, and a white minimalist short-sleeved shirt.

However, there was a strange tattoo on the back of his right hand, the yin-yang symbol.