"What kind of big business are you thinking of? Opening a beauty salon or a clinic? But that won't work; you don't have a license to practice," Chang Le was getting more and more confused, unable to see through Shen Xingkong's intentions.

"Hehehe..." Shen Xingkong suddenly laughed, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry about that. Let's rest for now. You'll understand by morning."

"Damn, you're pulling this trick again?"

No matter how curious Chang Le was, it was no use. Shen Xingkong didn't say another word. He didn't even go home; instead, he stayed over at Chang Le's place, sleeping in the guest room. Chang Le had no choice but to let it be, especially since he was tired and needed sleep.

At seven in the morning, Shen Xingkong woke up feeling refreshed, with no trace of the exhaustion he had felt the night before. He marveled at the power of his abilities—how the bee venom was transforming his body, pushing him closer to becoming something extraordinary, though he wasn’t sure if he would ever truly become a "superman."

Chang Le, the lazy bum, had stayed up late, so he certainly wasn't up early. With nothing better to do, Shen Xingkong sat on the guest room bed, inserted the bee-tail gold needle into his Shenmen acupoint, and activated his powers, continuing to train his heart muscles and blood vessels. He believed that with persistent effort, results would eventually come.

Today, Shen Xingkong deliberately intensified his training, pushing himself until his face was flushed and his heart pounded like a drum. He lay down to rest for a while before getting dressed, washing up, and leisurely stepping out of the guest room.

Breakfast was already prepared at Chang Le’s place, and although Chang Le was still snoozing, Shen Xingkong didn't hesitate to sit down and enjoy a hearty meal. The maids were left staring in disbelief, wondering if this kid was some reincarnated hungry ghost—he single-handedly polished off half a pot of porridge.

After breakfast, with Chang Le still asleep, Shen Xingkong didn't bother waking him. He left the house and caught a bus back to the city.

Instead of heading straight to the hospital, Shen Xingkong first stopped by a small roadside convenience store to buy a new SIM card. The advantage of buying a SIM card at a convenience store was that you didn't need to provide personal information—no name, no hassle. It was an unregistered card, which would save him from any potential trouble later. Shen Xingkong wanted to make money, but he didn’t want to deal with unnecessary complications.

After buying the SIM card, he picked up a few local newspapers from a newsstand and, using the addresses of the editorial offices listed in the papers, visited a few news agencies to place an ad.

The ad copy was simple, just one line: "Specializing in the treatment of various difficult and intractable diseases, incurable conditions. No charge if ineffective. Note: If effective, the fee will not be cheap." He thought for a few minutes before deciding to include that last sentence, to deter trivial cases from wasting his time.

At the end of the ad, he included the number of the new SIM card he had just bought. With that, his grand plan to make money could officially begin.

After leaving the newspaper office, Shen Xingkong went to a mobile phone store and bought a new dual-SIM phone, into which he inserted both his original SIM card and the new one. After all, he had a bit of money now—not much, but enough to buy a new phone without any problem. It was just a drop in the bucket.

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With everything sorted, Shen Xingkong finally felt satisfied and headed to the hospital to continue his internship.

By now, many people in the hospital knew that Shen Xingkong was Professor Shi's assistant and that he was just a second-year student—a super lucky guy. As he walked through the hospital's outpatient building, he could feel people pointing at him and whispering, as if he were hiding some deep, dark secret.

When he reached Professor Shi's office, he found the old man reading a patient’s medical records. Shen Xingkong immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor Shi, for being late."

"Haha, it’s alright. You haven’t been feeling well," Professor Shi replied with a smile, setting aside the medical records and gesturing for Shen Xingkong to sit in front of him.

"So, Shen Xingkong, how was it following Dr. Guo to the wards yesterday? Did you learn anything?"

"Nothing at all." Shen Xingkong shook his head.

"Why not?" Professor Shi was taken aback.

"Dr. Guo barely talked to me. I have no idea about the patients' conditions in the ward." Shen Xingkong spoke frankly, without hesitation. He didn’t see any need to hide the truth.

"I see..." Professor Shi frowned, pondering as he picked up his teacup. "Shen Xingkong, if Dr. Guo has any reservations about you, don't take it personally."

"Of course, I take it personally, Professor Shi. You brought me here to gain experience. But Dr. Guo thinks I’m just here to pad my resume, and he’s not letting me do anything. How am I supposed to gain experience?" Shen Xingkong wasn't trying to make things difficult for Professor Shi or question him; he saw Professor Shi as a mentor and was simply sharing his thoughts honestly.

"Sigh!" Professor Shi sighed, setting down his teacup again. "Dr. Guo... I know he has some issues with me, which is why he’s acting this way toward you."

"He has issues with you?" Shen Xingkong was surprised. While Professor Shi could be a bit eccentric, he was generally a kind and well-meaning person. Who could have a problem with him?

"He has a nephew..." Professor Shi hesitated but eventually decided to explain. "This nephew of his also studies at our medical school. Oh, and I believe he’s in your class. Dr. Guo has asked me many times to mentor his nephew, so he could intern and eventually work at the hospital after graduation. But I’ve always refused..."

"Who’s his nephew?" Shen Xingkong couldn't help but ask.

"I think his name is Xu Jianhui... But let’s not dwell on that. Shen Xingkong, Dr. Guo has worked here for over twenty years. He’s very experienced in Western medicine, which can complement the areas where your knowledge is lacking. I believe you can find a way to get along with him and learn from each other’s strengths." Professor Shi had high expectations for Shen Xingkong.

Unfortunately, Shen Xingkong only heard the first half of what Professor Shi said. The second half didn’t even register with him. He was inwardly laughing bitterly at the irony—what a small world, running into Xu Jianhui’s uncle here. Was he going to catch a break? If Xu Jianhui, that scumbag, complained to Dr. Guo about him, Shen Xingkong would be in for a rough time.

Xu Jianhui was the guy who had trashed Shen Xingkong’s home and was later interrogated by him using acupuncture at the Yongquan acupoint in the school’s woods—a flunky of Wang Lei.

And now, with this grudge between him and Dr. Guo, things could get even worse. Yesterday, Dr. Guo had wanted Shen Xingkong to lie for him, but he had refused. Dr. Guo must despise him now. Although Shen Xingkong had saved Mr. Sun’s life, a grudge was still a grudge, and it wouldn’t be easy to resolve.

Professor Shi had no idea what was going on in Shen Xingkong’s mind, nor did he know about the past conflict between him and Xu Jianhui. Seeing Shen Xingkong’s troubled expression, he assumed it was just concern over getting along with Dr. Guo.

To lift Shen Xingkong’s spirits, Professor Shi smiled and pulled out a large red envelope from under his desk, unfolding it to reveal a thank-you letter. The letter was from Mr. Sun’s family, filled with words of gratitude, and they had even gone as far as to praise the hospital’s doctors as miracle workers, likening them to reincarnated deities.