Chapter 262: Impersonating a Doctor

The attitudes of Old Master Lin and Lin Qing’er left Shui Miao feeling quite uneasy.

Therefore, Shui Miao decided not to meet Lin Qing’er just yet, to avoid complicating matters before understanding the situation clearly.

Thus, Shui Miao told Da Shuang that he preferred men, successfully getting rid of her.

However, Shui Miao didn’t go far. He lingered around the airport, using his spiritual awareness to monitor Old Master Lin’s every move.

After disembarking the plane, everyone headed directly to Zhonghai General Hospital.

Shui Miao followed from a distance, his spiritual sense detecting that Old Master Lin had sent his subordinates with a large red envelope to secretly meet with the hospital director, instructing the doctors to falsely claim that he suffered from seven or eight major and minor illnesses, stating that his days were numbered and that he might live a bit longer if he remained calm and took proper care of himself.

Under the shade of a roadside tree near the hospital, Shui Miao leaned against the trunk, scratching his head in confusion and frowning as he muttered, “Has this old guy really been kicked in the head by a donkey? Why would he deliberately pretend to be sick just to make his daughter worry? What exactly is he trying to achieve?”

“Big Brother, why don’t I play a little trick on this old man?”

This was something the Spirit Child excelled at.

“No messing around,” Shui Miao quickly waved his hand. “Don’t do anything rash. The situation isn’t clear yet. Wait until I figure it out.”

“Lord Yangcha Enforcer, since this matter is so important to you, allow me to personally investigate,” said the female ghost officer Shui. She carried the soul of Cha Wang Wu’ai, making her currently a manifestation of Wu’ai. Wu’ai was deeply curious about human emotions and relationships, especially intrigued by the father-daughter dynamic of Old Master Lin and Lin Qing’er. Therefore, she was particularly eager to understand the old man’s true thoughts.

Shui Miao nodded. After the female ghost officer left, he felt increasingly that she was no ordinary novice ghost officer.

She didn’t act like a new officer who knew nothing. Instead, she behaved like an experienced veteran.

Moreover, the fact that Gui Ma Zhu Yue had not returned yet was another mystery.

Shui Miao buried these thoughts deep in his heart, outwardly maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

Before long, the female ghost officer Shui returned and immediately reported, “Lord Yangcha Enforcer, I’ve uncovered many of his past actions. However, there is one critical point I must inform you beforehand—his mortal lifespan is nearly exhausted. He will not survive past midnight tonight.”

“What? But he’s faking his illness! He seems perfectly energetic. How could he die so suddenly?” Shui Miao was startled. The old man appeared healthy on the surface.

“That’s correct. He is indeed pretending to be ill. However, his remaining lifespan is genuinely short. Like that homeless man, when his time comes, he will surely die. Overall, he is a man with a unique approach to life. He is ruthless, cruel, selfish, effective, and yet deeply caring toward his daughter—a very complex old man. In truth, he hopes his daughter will find happiness. Perhaps due to the many lives he has taken, he is haunted by fear, making him suspicious, harsh, and contradictory—a difficult and complex person indeed. His main purpose in coming to Zhonghai City was to meet you, Lord Yangcha Enforcer. If you can genuinely cure his daughter’s illness, he might truly consider marrying her off to you. However, according to my analysis, once he discovers your divine powers, things will likely become more complicated, as his mind is in turmoil, filled with countless conflicting thoughts.”

Who would have thought Old Master Lin was so complex? Yet, what big boss isn’t difficult to deal with? Shui Miao’s eyes flickered, unfazed. “Shui, tell me—do you think he’s a good man or a bad one? What’s your advice? Should I meet him or not?”

Shui Miao could understand Old Master Lin’s mindset but remained increasingly wary of the female ghost officer.

He asked her opinion to better understand her inner thoughts.

“If I must say, he is a bad man. He distrusts everyone, caring only for himself. He is extremely selfish. However, I still suggest you meet him, Lord Yangcha Enforcer. His methods are unique, and perhaps you can learn something from him. Of course, this is merely my personal opinion. The final decision rests with you.” After speaking, the female ghost officer stepped aside and remained silent.

“Alright then. I’ll go meet him!”

Shui Miao exhaled, feeling like an ugly bride finally meeting the in-laws.

Inside the hospital, Da Shuang and Lin Qing’er were accompanying Old Master Lin for his checkup.

On his way to meet Old Master Lin, Shui Miao suddenly had an idea—why not pretend to be a doctor and talk to the old man?

The idea was fresh, and Shui Miao was bold enough to act.

Thus, with the Spirit Child’s help, Shui Miao bewitched a middle-aged male psychiatrist into going to the break room to sleep. Shui Miao then used his immortal powers to alter his appearance, mimicking the doctor, and put on a white coat. He walked out confidently and sat down in the chair. Looking at the messy array of medical instruments, he smirked carelessly—after all, the old man was only pretending to be ill; these machines were unnecessary.

As Shui Miao sat there, the door suddenly opened, and an old man sneaked in, slipping a red envelope into Shui Miao’s pocket and whispering, “Doctor Hua, a wealthy old man from Taiwan gave us a red envelope asking us to say he’s ill. Later, just say he has severe neurasthenia, needing a quiet environment, no noise or emotional agitation, and that’s it.”

Shui Miao nodded. Without a word, he knew—the old man was the hospital director who had accepted the large bribe.

The director slipped away quickly.

Two or three minutes later, Da Shuang and Lin Qing’er arrived, supporting the groaning Old Master Lin.

“Please, have a seat.”

Shui Miao smiled slightly, inviting the three to sit.

Outside, over a dozen bodyguards stood guard like wolves and tigers, not even a fly could get through.

“Doctor Hua, please help examine my father…”

Lin Qing’er approached Shui Miao and secretly handed him an envelope.

Shui Miao felt the envelope—it contained at least 3,000 yuan.

Damn, being a doctor sure is great!

Shui Miao inwardly marveled. No wonder this Doctor Hua could occupy such a large office alone, complete with a bathroom and a rest room like a luxury suite. Five thousand yuan in red envelopes in an instant—what kind of income could he make in a year?

After slipping the envelope into his pocket, Shui Miao sat back down.

Why isn’t this doctor doing anything? What’s he waiting for? Could it be that he thinks I gave too little? Seeing the doctor sitting there like a rock, occasionally glancing at her, Lin Qing’er couldn’t help but urge, “Doctor Hua, my father is really uncomfortable. Please examine him now.”

“Alright, fine.”

Shui Miao leaned on the desk, chin in hand, looked at Old Master Lin, and nodded, “Judging from your expression, the problem seems quite severe. Have you recently suffered a head injury? Like being hit by a door? Did you fall headfirst while sleeping? Hit a wall? Or perhaps even kicked by a donkey?”

Shui Miao was deliberately trying to provoke the old man.

Upon hearing this, Da Shuang was the first to jump up, pointing at Shui Miao and shouting, “Hey! How can you speak like that? Are you even a real doctor? Without examining him, you’re just spouting nonsense!”

“Doctor, what exactly do you mean?”

Lin Qing’er also frowned.

Old Master Lin secretly glanced at Shui Miao twice, his heart stirring with suspicion.

Shui Miao looked at Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang, then suddenly chuckled, “Haha! Effortlessly, I’ve identified the old man’s root problem—he’s been driven ill by you two! Yelling and screaming, short-tempered—how can you treat your parents like that? The elderly suffer from mental fatigue. In such an environment, how can he not suffer from neurasthenia? Judging from appearances, you two haven’t even married yet. At your age, still unmarried—do you know how anxious the old man feels? You only think of yourselves. Have you ever considered his feelings? He’s already this ill, and only now do you seek treatment. Don’t you two feel ashamed? Out! Both of you, out! I need to speak with the old man alone.”

Shui Miao grew increasingly impassioned, finally standing up and directly ushering Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang out.

Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang exchanged glances, completely unprepared for encountering such a bizarre doctor—truly fitting for a psychiatrist.

“Go ahead…”

Old Master Lin pretended to be weak, waving his hand at them to leave.

Helplessly, Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang had no choice but to exit.

Shui Miao locked the door, then returned to his seat.

Old Master Lin raised his thumb at Shui Miao, smiling and whispering, “Doctor Hua, you truly have a sharp tongue! I admire you!”

“Hehe…”

Shui Miao leaned back on the desk, looked at Old Master Lin, and spoke seriously, “Old man, you’re seriously ill! I wasn’t joking earlier—has your head really been kicked by a donkey?”

“Uh…”

Old Master Lin was momentarily stunned…