"The patient is awake... Immediately carry out an ECG test and a full-body CT scan."

A doctor hurriedly said, with several nurses busily moving around Letian.

Letian looked around and found himself in the ICU?

He took a deep breath, glancing at the traces of lightning strikes on his body. Had he really been struck by lightning? Damn God...

He was simply a shaman, plus a barefoot doctor in a small village, who had never done anything heinous in his life. Why would God strike him with lightning?

Although Letian's life had been relatively short so far, it was still a lifetime nonetheless.

"I'm fine... no need to perform any more tests. I am a doctor myself," Letian spoke up.

Letian's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was clear. It was surprising to the doctors that Letian could still speak.

Most people struck by lightning often had slim chances of survival, with the majority of them succumbing to the sheer force of the strike, which was too punishing for the human body to withstand.

Yet this guy on the hospital bed, with just visible black spots on his body, showed no other apparent abnormalities.

"No way! We must complete the tests before we can be at ease. It's our responsibility as doctors," an older-looking doctor asserted.

Letian raised an eyebrow, highly skeptical of this claim.

His hand had inadvertently made a twisting motion, a subtle stroke that Letian observed clearly.

"Doctor... Can I speak to you privately?" Letian asked.

The doctor glanced at the busy nurses and a few intern doctors, saying, "You all, please step out for a moment."

"Alright, Director Ma," a few young people answered.

Le Tian sat up. There were many electromagnetic patches stuck on his body that he didn't care much about, so he pulled them out. He saw his waist pouch lying nearby so he took it.

Luckily, the three thousand yuan he had earned from fortune-telling was still there. He directly handed it to Director Ma.

"Oh my... How could I accept this? It is our duty as doctors to save lives and tend to the injured. Rest for a while, I will go and discuss about your discharge," Director Ma changed his tune immediately.

As for the remarks about saving lives, he didn't mention them at all.

The ward became empty again. Le Tian slowly recalled being struck by lightning. He was lucky not to be electrocuted, but he also felt some abnormalities in his body.

A strange vibration emerged from his brain, and Le Tian fell into a bizarre state.

Divination spells!

It was a divination spell? How could that be? Wasn't it just something Old Le used to trick him?

Le Tian suddenly woke up, showing a stunned expression on his face.

Actually, Le Tian knew that the divination spell was useless. He had been chanting it with Old Le since he was a child. The obscure chants were clear to him like the palm of his hand, and Le Tian was fully aware of their ineffectiveness.

As for the effects of the divination spell...

Sorry, but in Le Tian's nearly twenty years of life, he has never seen it manifest once.

But today he did. Even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly perceive his surroundings, he even knew that a fly a meter away was about to starve to death.

Did he just gain some spiritual power?

What a ridiculous matter this is.

Director Ma had returned, and upon seeing the dazed Le Tian, he was slightly startled. Could this man be on his deathbed?

"Are you...alright?" He ventured to ask.

"Oh, I'm fine, just a bit spaced out. Can I be discharged yet?" Le Tian looked at him.

"You can, but you still need to pay the hospital fee." Director Ma replied.

Le Tian nodded in understanding.

Pay the hospital fee? He didn't have a penny on him. How was he supposed to pay the hospital fee?

He was planning on slipping away, as nobody here knew him anyway.

Looking at his clothes, Le Tian found himself in a dilemma. His wizard costume had turned into a ragged beggar's attire, and he had no other clothes.

"Uh... Director Ma, could I perhaps borrow some clothes from you? Look at what I'm wearing, it barely provides enough coverage." Le Tian asked.

"I only have a white lab coat, you'll have to make do with it." Director Ma responded.

Le Tian slipped on the white lab coat and went to the hospital's restroom to wash his face. The black marks on his face were actually washable?

After a thorough scrubbing, Le Tian's original appearances were finally restored.

"Tsk tsk... That guy is really handsome."

Le Tian looked at the man in the mirror with satisfaction saying self-admiringly.

He walked out of the restroom, Director Ma was already gone, probably busy with other things. Le Tian looked around and prepared to leave.

When he sneaked onto the third floor of the hospital, he was suddenly grabbed by a woman.

"Doctor... please save my husband, he can't hold on any longer." The woman begged.

Le Tian was taken aback for a moment, what did she mean?

Was his reputation as a barefoot doctor in this small village so great? Even in this large hospital, people came to him seeking help?

The woman, seemingly losing her mind in fear, paid no attention to Le Tian’s expression and just kept holding onto his arm, pleading.

"Well... if you need to seek medical care, you should first register. Naturally, a doctor will be available to treat your husband, I am not..."

Le Tian hadn't finished his sentence when he heard someone on the third floor corridor shouting, “Who is the family member of this patient? Why was the patient card placed just outside the ward?”

The woman was startled and quickly ran back.

The one who was calling out was a young nurse. When she saw the woman, she slightly frowned.

"Why is it you again?" She asked, clearly irritated.

"Where is... Where is the doctor?" The woman first helped the man lying on the ground up, then asked the young nurse hurriedly.

"The doctor is in the office, there... right there." The young nurse pointed for the woman.

The woman quickly helped her man to walk towards the direction the nurse had indicated.

"What's the deal... Seeking treatment without money? This is a hospital, not a charity." The nurse grumbled to herself quietly.

Le Tian was curious for a moment and went over to take a look because he found the man a bit off.

"Doctor, please save my husband. I beg you, I'm even kneeling to you." The woman had taken more drastic measures this time, even kneeling down in the doctor's office.

"Ah... Zhang Shulan, I've told you many times, I can't cure your husband's illness."

The doctor seemed to know this woman and directly called out her name.

"I beg you…" The woman didn't care and just kept begging.

"Alright, alright, you go and make the necessary arrangements for hospital admission first, then the hospital will treat him, okay?" The doctor, with no other option, fell back on this suggestion.

The woman raised her head, with tear stains still on her face. But, she was quite beautiful, a real beauty.

A woman of such a beauty desperately clinging to a sick man made the doctor look down on her.

"Could you treat my husband first? I don't have any money right now..." Zhang Shulan said softly.

Le Tian's eyes were sharp, and they had only become sharper after being struck by lightning. He saw that the doctor's name tag read "Director of the Psychiatry Department, Wang Dasheng."

Wang Dasheng looked at Zhang Shulan, Zhang Shulan looked back at Wang Dasheng, her face begging him to help.

"In fact... it's not impossible for me to save your husband, but since you don't have any money, what do you want me to do?"

"I..."

"Let me take a look!"

Just as Zhang Shulan was about to speak, another voice interrupted her.