Chapter 76:

The next day was Sunday. However, for doctors, weekends usually mean only one day off, with shifts rotating, so the hospital was definitely staffed.

Management might not be around, but Wei Bolan didn’t care. His main goal was to take Qin Chaoyu to meet his third disciple.

At the hospital, Wei Bolan only worked as a consulting specialist, visiting periodically rather than being there full-time, so he couldn’t constantly supervise Qin Chaoyu’s clinical observations.

Fortunately, his third disciple happened to be the deputy director of the neurosurgery department. When Wei Bolan wasn’t around, this disciple could help mentor Qin Chaoyu.

Yuzhou Hospital lived up to its nationwide reputation—not only was the architecture grand and luxurious, but the facilities were also fully equipped.

Sure enough, even on a Sunday, the hospital remained bustling. As they walked down the stark white corridors, Qin Chaoyu frequently saw patients being wheeled toward operating rooms or doctors and nurses rushing by with urgent expressions.

Professor Wei Bolan walked slowly ahead while explaining to Qin Chaoyu, “First, I’ll take you to meet my third disciple. He’s the deputy director of neurosurgery. Though I was quite upset when he abandoned traditional Chinese medicine for Western medicine, now his expertise happens to be useful.”

He glanced back at Qin Chaoyu meaningfully before continuing, “I imagine he can teach you a thing or two about Western medicine.”

Qin Chaoyu, supporting Wei Bolan, felt her eyelashes tremble slightly at his words.

She hadn’t realized her teacher had noticed her subtle interest in Western medicine. She rarely showed it openly—at most, she occasionally skimmed through Western medical books. But with her sect’s texts in her spatial realm still unfinished, she hadn’t had much time to delve deeper. Yet, even those brief glances hadn’t escaped her teacher’s notice.

Introducing her to his neurosurgery disciple must have been intentional.

The thought warmed her heart. Glancing at Wei Bolan’s slightly sallow complexion, she made a silent decision.

Neurosurgery was on the fifth floor. The department wasn’t crowded—likely because patients either recovered quickly or couldn’t be treated at all.

Coincidentally, as Wei Bolan and Qin Chaoyu arrived at the deputy director’s office, they saw a group of doctors and nurses conducting rounds, led by Wei Bolan’s third disciple—Ou Weiming.

At just thirty years old, Ou Weiming had already become the deputy director of neurosurgery.

Among the group, he stood out strikingly. Despite wearing the same white coat as everyone else, he carried himself as if dressed in a tailored suit. His handsome features, especially next to a balding man in his forties or fifties, made the contrast even more pronounced.

The admiring glances from passing nurses and young female patients said it all.

They seemed to have just finished rounds, and Ou Weiming was giving instructions with a serious, authoritative demeanor.

Spotting Wei Bolan and Qin Chaoyu, he dismissed the group and hurried over.

“Master, what brings you here?” Ou Weiming asked cautiously. Ever since abandoning Chinese medicine for Western medicine, his master had treated him with disdain, and he couldn’t help feeling guilty in his presence.

Wei Bolan snorted. “What, I can’t visit?”

“Of course not!” Ou Weiming quickly denied. “I just meant you could’ve called me instead of making the trip yourself.”

“Enough,” Wei Bolan waved him off. “No need for flattery. I have a favor to ask.”

He gestured to Qin Chaoyu. “This is Qin Chaoyu, one of my students. I’d like her to shadow you for a while and gain some experience.”

Ou Weiming studied the young woman who had prompted his master’s visit. Honestly, he’d noticed her immediately—such a striking beauty would stand out anywhere.

Being a gentleman who appreciated beauty, and considering she was his master’s recommendation, he was inclined to agree. But first, he asked, “What’s her area of expertise? Or what kind of surgeries interest her? I’ll arrange something suitable.”

Wei Bolan hesitated. Qin Chaoyu was a Chinese medicine student—how would he know her Western medical skills?

“I study Chinese medicine and know little about Western medicine,” Qin Chaoyu interjected, sensing Wei Bolan’s dilemma.

“What?!” Ou Weiming exclaimed before hastily lowering his voice. “You’re joking.”

Frowning, he turned to Wei Bolan. “Master, this is absurd!”

Wei Bolan had initially felt guilty about dumping this on his disciple, but Ou Weiming’s accusatory tone instantly provoked him. “What, you think you’re too important to help your old master now? Just a small favor, and you’re already making excuses!”

Ou Weiming immediately surrendered, opening his office door. “Fine, fine, my mistake. Let’s talk inside.”

Wei Bolan shot him a glare before storming in, Qin Chaoyu following awkwardly. She hadn’t expected to be placed in neurosurgery—she’d assumed it would be the Chinese medicine department.

After a defeated sigh, Ou Weiming entered and closed the door.

His master really knew how to create problems for him.

Inside, Ou Weiming glanced between Qin Chaoyu and his sulking master, feeling mentally exhausted.

He must have a brain tumor—why else would his head hurt so much?

But pain or not, the issue needed resolving. Calmly, he tried reasoning with his master. “Master, think about it. Neurosurgery is full of despair. Shouldn’t someone her age be enjoying life, surrounded by hope? Staying here too long might even lead to depression.”

That… made sense. Wei Bolan wavered, regretting his impulsive decision. He’d originally planned to place her in the Chinese medicine department, but this idiot had misunderstood and provoked him.

“Teacher!” Qin Chaoyu’s voice drew their attention. She met Wei Bolan’s gaze firmly. “I’m not afraid of despair. But you’re right—neurosurgery isn’t the best fit. Since I know nothing about Western medicine, I’d only be a burden. The Chinese medicine department would suit me better.”

Wei Bolan softened. Her self-awareness pleased him, but he wasn’t letting his disciple off the hook. “That was my original plan. But the Chinese medicine department sees few patients, and your lack of experience means you wouldn’t be allowed to interact with them. Since I can’t always be here, I wanted someone to guide you.”

“So… I overreacted?” Ou Weiming asked sheepishly.

“Obviously. Did you think I’d lost my mind, sending a Chinese medicine student to neurosurgery?”

Wisely, Ou Weiming shut up to avoid further scolding.

Wei Bolan continued, “This girl is your responsibility now. Introduce her to the right people—she doesn’t need close friendships, just opportunities to observe patients. Her medical skills are excellent. One day, you might even beg for her help!”

Being praised so openly embarrassed Qin Chaoyu. Since her main goal was achieved, she excused herself. “Teacher, I have something to attend to. May I leave now?”

“Of course. Tomorrow, this idiot will help you with the onboarding paperwork.”

After noting the agreed time, Qin Chaoyu left.

Once she was gone, Ou Weiming couldn’t resist asking, “Master, what did you mean earlier? Isn’t she your chosen successor?”

The question reopened old wounds. Wei Bolan had been thrilled to find such a talented student, ready to take her as his final disciple—only to learn she already had a master and didn’t need him. Infuriating!

Just as he’d gotten over it, this fool had to bring it up again. Deserving punishment!

Wei Bolan marched over and flicked Ou Weiming’s forehead before storming out.

Rubbing his head, Ou Weiming was utterly confused.

His master’s moods were as unpredictable as his ex-girlfriend’s—changing in an instant, easily offended. Truly baffling.

If Wei Bolan knew his disciple had compared him to a temperamental girl, he’d regret not flicking him harder. Such an unfilial disciple deserved a beating!

Qin Chaoyu hadn’t lied about having plans.

After nearly six months of treatment, Han Yixun’s lower body had regained full sensation. However, prolonged bed rest meant he still needed time to walk normally again—though recovery wasn’t far off.

With the treatment complete, their main purpose in Yuzhou was fulfilled, so it was time to leave.

Apart from Han Shuying, who had to stay for the Yu Meiren flowers, Gu Qiuyan and Han Yixun were returning home.

Today was their departure day. Grateful to Qin Chaoyu for healing her son, Gu Qiuyan’s admiration had skyrocketed. She insisted Qin Chaoyu see them off.

Qin Chaoyu agreed. Fortunately, their flight wasn’t for another four hours—she still had time.