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Zhou Wutong was also startled when he saw the Token, hastily adjusting his glasses to take a closer look at Chen Yu.

"This gentleman looks somewhat unfamiliar. I know all the members of the patrol team; how come I've never seen you before?"

Chen Yu did not respond, but pocketed the Token and walked straight up to Zhou Wutong.

"The antiques from the Ba Wan family, I witnessed being sold to the owner of the antique shop, Mr. Li. How can you say his money was stolen? Return that promissory note immediately, or else I can take you back for questioning right now."

Zhou Wutong panicked at once. In Sky Sand City, members of the patrol team hold absolute power, with the authority over the life and death of all its citizens.

Although he had never met Chen Yu, the Token was authentic.

"I'm terribly sorry, but we have already accounted for and handed over that promissory note; it's not possible to produce it now! If you must see it, why not report to the city lord, and let his elder decide."

Chen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly; this guy really was an old fox, trying to deliberately escalate the situation.

"Dean Zhou might not be a real doctor, might he!"

The sudden inquiry gave Zhou Wutong a start.

He had become the dean thanks to his connections, and his medical skills alone wouldn't qualify him for the title.

But to say he wasn't a real doctor was a bit of an understatement—he did, after all, graduate from a legitimate medical university.

"What do you mean by that? Being the dean of a hospital in this city proves my medical skills. How could I not be a real doctor?"

The doctors nearby were either silent or covering their mouths, trying hard not to laugh.

They all knew Zhou Wutong's capabilities; to be honest, he was mediocre. He could only handle minor illnesses. If he had to operate or treat a serious patient, he would immediately find ways to pass the case to another doctor.

A sly smile flashed across Chen Yu's mouth.

He had already scanned Zhou Wutong's brain and knew his background. The remarks he had made were intended to provoke him.

"Since that is the case, I would like to have a contest with Dean Zhou!"

Zhou Wutong sized up Chen Yu and almost laughed.

In Sky Sand City, patrol team members were mostly desperadoes recruited from the outside, with a small portion being natural superpowered individuals. Although these people were strong, they knew nothing about medicine.

Moreover, in this profession, one would feel embarrassed claiming to be an expert without three to four decades of experience.

Zhou Wutong might have been mediocre, but he had at least decades of experience in treating patients, not enough to be frightened by a youngster.

"Challenging me on my turf? That's like a direct provocation! You've got to put up something as a stake. I, the esteemed dean, can't just compete with you for nothing."

Chen Yu directly took out two promissory notes with a face value of one billion each.

"Let's use this as the stake. If I lose, I will give you these two billion with both hands. But if I win, Dean Zhou not only has to return the billion you grabbed before but also has to give me two billion."

Zhou Wutong rolled up his sleeves: "Fine, today I'll let this youngster see what a real doctor is! Now tell me, how shall we compare."

When Chen Yu came in, he had already scanned the entire hospital's layout.

He had pinpointed the location early on.

"Third floor, starting from the right, the twentieth room—we each choose ten rooms, and heal the patients inside in the shortest time possible."

The scene instantly fell silent, everyone's gaze focused on Chen Yu.

"Has this guy lost his mind? That's our intensive care unit, where everyone is waiting for death, with no possibility of being cured!"

"I think he's clearly here to cause trouble. How could those people's illnesses possibly be cured?"

"I wonder if the Dean dare accept the challenge?"

…

The crowd was there quietly discussing, seemingly harboring an inexplicable fear of the intensive care ward on the third floor.

Zhou Wutong was also stunned, staring at Chen Yu with an incredulous gaze.

"The patients in these wards are beyond treatment, you might as well choose some others!"

Chen Yu, however, didn't care and flicked his wrist, heading towards the third floor.

"Dean Zhou, if you're scared now, give me three billion right away!"

Zhou Wutong clenched his teeth so hard they made a clicking sound, realizing he might have fallen into Chen Yu's trap.

"Stop rambling. As for those patients on the third floor, let alone curing ten, even if you cure one, I'll give you five billion on the spot."

A sly smile flitted across Chen Yu's face.

"That's what you said; I didn't force you!"

Zhou Wutong was instantly dumbfounded, looking at Chen Yu's posture, it seemed he might really be able to cure the patient upstairs.

"Hmph, you ignorant brat, you don't know how high the sky is. If you can't cure them, you have to give me five billion back!"

Chen Yu agreed without hesitation and went straight to the third floor.

The doctors in the hall were immediately intrigued and followed Zhou Wutong up the stairs.

By the time everyone reached the third floor, Chen Yu had already entered the first room on the right.

"My God, that kid really took a gamble, the patient in that ward seems to have cerebral atrophy! It is said that their brain can no longer receive any messages and they will be declared brain-dead in a couple of days."

"That kind of disease, even if the world's top medical experts came, it would be impossible to cure. I don't know what this kid is thinking."

"It's over, I thought someone would come here to teach Dean Zhou, nicknamed 'Ba Wan', a lesson, and didn't expect it to be a naive kid here to hand over the money."

…

The corridor suddenly became noisy, with a few younger doctors squeezing forward and peering into the ward through the doorway.

"What are you crowding around here for? Move aside!"

Zhou Wutong scolded loudly and went straight into the ward.

Chen Yu had already taken out several silver needles and inserted them into the patient's head, meanwhile unplugging all the electronic devices around the bed.

"I really don't know what the doctors here do for a living, the patient's body is already so weak, and you've stuck so many tubes into them. Aren't you just hastening their death?"

Suddenly insulted, Zhou Wutong was steaming with anger and was about to retort when he suddenly noticed the patient on the bed twitched.

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In fact, cerebral atrophy to a certain extent, is caused by blockages in the brain's connections with the body and blood circulation.

If the obstructions could be cleared as much as possible, the patient might have a chance of recovery.

Zhou Wutong swallowed unconsciously, he hadn't expected Chen Yu's medical skills to reach such a level, being able to revive someone nearly declared dead.