Chapter 68: No One Understands Medicine Better Than You Do

"Get on the operating table," Chen Mu said to the scam-artist specter.

The specter was quite sensible. Knowing that Chen Mu was not someone to be trifled with, it tremblingly crawled onto the operating table by itself, not daring to let Chen Mu help it at all.

Chen Mu nodded, quite satisfied. Look at how sensible this ghostly patient was.

The attending physician's help could not be trusted, so the upcoming surgical procedure would have to be handled by Chen Mu himself.

Looking at the scam-artist specter's injuries, Chen Mu immediately fell into a dilemma.

On the operating table, the specter looked at Chen Mu with fear and trepidation. It never expected that Chen Mu, a mere human, was actually the boss of several veteran-level ghosts!

Just how deep was this person's background?!

It must have had several lifetimes of sheer bad luck to actually provoke such a top-tier big shot.

The specter didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Its little life was right in Chen Mu's hands; as long as Chen Mu became slightly unhappy, those veteran ghosts outside could reduce it to utter dust in a split second.

"It looks like your leg is broken," Chen Mu frowned slightly. He only knew how to stitch up wounds, and even that was uncertain, let alone how to deal with a broken leg.

Seeing Chen Mu frown, the specter felt its soul almost scare right out of its body. It quickly caught Chen Mu's words:

"Yes, yes, yes, Dr. Chen, it's broken."

"I'm not very good at treating this kind of thing," Chen Mu said with a troubled expression.

The specter was almost scared to the point of pissing itself. Dr. Chen couldn't treat its illness?

Wasn't this putting Dr. Chen in an awkward position? Wasn't this slapping Dr. Chen right across the face?!

Did it dare to slap Dr. Chen in the face? The specter hadn't lived long enough to get tired of it!

The specter quickly blurted out:

"No, no, no, Dr. Chen, you have done nothing wrong; the fault lies entirely with me. It's my illness that's wrong, it's my lack of sense for happening to fall ill with something you don't know how to treat. Please give me another chance, Dr. Chen. I'll get sick all over again, and I guarantee it will be something you can cure, a disease that will satisfy you completely."

The specter's words left Chen Mu completely speechless.

Translated into plain terms, this speech was basically kowtowing and begging Chen Mu for mercy.

Wouldn't this make it look like he, Chen Mu, was bullying a ghost?!

What a terrible impression that would make!

The attending physician and nurse nearby were completely dumbfounded.

Having treated so many patients, this was the first time they had ever heard a patient say that their own illness was flawed, that the doctor didn't know how to treat it, and then beg the doctor to give them another chance.

Simply heaven-defying!

Chen Mu said, "Don't panic. As a doctor, I will still do my best to treat you. Let me just tend to your wound."

As he spoke, Chen Mu began to clean the wound.

This wasn't because Chen Mu had nothing better to do; mainly, he was worried that if he let the patient leave without doing anything at all, it might be judged that he hadn't treated the patient, thereby failing the surgery.

Even if the broken leg couldn't be fixed, he had to make at least some sort of gesture.

With his head lowered as he cleaned the wound, the operation was over in less than ten minutes.

The scam-artist specter's leg was still broken, but it squeezed out a joyful smile and said:

"Dr. Chen's medical skills are truly brilliant! In just a few short minutes, my leg is all better, and it doesn't hurt at all! Dr. Chen, you are truly the best doctor I have ever laid eyes on. No one understands medicine better than you!"

A round of flattery from the specter left Chen Mu speechless once again.

There should at least be a limit to bootlicking. Your leg is still broken, yet you're praising my medical expertise as brilliant—this is somewhat inappropriate, to say the least.

To his surprise, the very next second, the specter hopped right off the operating table and began walking on its hands, completely inverted.

"Look, Dr. Chen, when I first came in, I had to crawl in. After you performed a minor surgery, look—I can walk! I'm walking right out of here!"

With that, the specter walked out on its hands in a handstand, proving the extraordinary nature of Chen Mu's medical skills.

After the specter left, the on-call operating room fell into a brief silence.

Chen Mu was left speechless, and the attending physician and nurse were completely baffled.

This surgery was far too abstract!

Chen Mu sighed inwardly. His chauffeur was admittedly a bit ruthless; he had given these ghosts such severe psychological trauma that they practically wanted to enshrine Chen Mu like an ancestral deity.

Very well. Boss Chen quite liked it.

A moment later, several lines of blood-red text appeared before Chen Mu's eyes:

[Surgery successful!
Patient rating: 100 points!
Remarks: Please make the patient feel as satisfied as possible, as that will yield higher ratings.
Upon completion of the ghostly quest, you will receive various rewards based on your rating.
The higher the rating, the better the reward!]

Looking at the blood-red text before him, Chen Mu finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He had found the way out of the quest!

However, this lifeline was very unique and only worked for Chen Mu.

Because other players simply did not possess Chen Mu's strength to track down patients who had already been completely beaten into submission.

For other players, the correct path was likely what Chen Mu had previously guessed:

Kill the ghost and obtain a default passing score.

Clearly, the difficulty of the two approaches was vastly different.

Chen Mu only needed to effortlessly secure a perfect score.

Killing the ghost not only meant taking the risk of being counter-killed, but if Chen Mu guessed correctly, it would also only net a standard, passing grade.

The gap between the two was glaringly obvious!

Chen Mu couldn't help but marvel that being wealthy was truly wonderful.

With money came power, and with power came the ability to do whatever one pleased.

Other doctors relied on exquisite medical skills to treat illnesses!

Dr. Chen didn't rely on anything else to treat illnesses—he relied on just one word: money!

As long as he had enough money and power, there was no illness Dr. Chen couldn't cure.

In the rare event that he encountered an incurable disease, it was absolutely never Dr. Chen's fault; it was simply because the patient lacked sense and dared to contract an illness that Dr. Chen couldn't cure!

Send them back to get sick all over again, until Dr. Chen could cure them.

Not long after the patient left a favorable review, just as Chen Mu had anticipated, a new blood-red commemorative banner appeared on the wall:

[May Your Entire Family Suffer a Sudden and Violent Death]

Upon seeing the banner, the attending physician was greatly astonished:

"Dr. Chen, I never expected you to be so popular with the patients. Look, your second patient is so satisfied with you that they've wished a sudden and violent death upon your entire family!"

Dark lines immediately covered Chen Mu's forehead.

Although in the culture of the ghostly world, "a sudden and violent death for the entire family" was a compliment praising Chen Mu's brilliant medical skills, no matter how Chen Mu listened to it, it just didn't sound right.

How could words of praise sound so awkward?!

A short while later, another victim—cough, another patient walked into the duty room.

Without a doubt, this was yet another patient brought in by the chauffeur.

Unlike the first one, this time the patient came with an accomplice. Both of them had been beaten up quite badly, especially the patient, who had received special treatment and was half-paralyzed, being half-carried in by the accomplice.

Just like the second patient, the moment they stepped through the door, both of them shouted:

"Dr. Chen! Where is Dr. Chen?! We are here for Dr. Chen to treat our illnesses."

Chen Mu looked at these two ghosts, and when his gaze fell upon the half-paralyzed ghost, his expression suddenly shifted slightly.

If Chen Mu remembered correctly, this particular ghost had once offended him.

And not just an ordinary offense—it had thoroughly and completely offended Chen Mu.

This ghost shared a deep grudge with Chen Mu!