On the hospital bed, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes. A pungent smell of disinfectant made him frown.

"Since you're awake, get up quickly. Stop pretending. You're such a good-for-nothing. How can a man faint?"

A piercing voice made Ye Fan frown again. The speaker was his mother-in-law, Zhou Qian.

Seeing that Ye Fan did not speak, Zhou Qian immediately became angry and started to scold him again.

"Ye Fan, as the son-in-law of my family, why didn't you stay at home and run out every day? Why didn't you die outside? Why did you come back?"

The family members of the several patients in the ward showed a trace of curiosity. Then they laughed and looked at Ye Fan with more or less sarcasm in their eyes.

"My son-in-law?"

How could there be a son-in-law in this society?

At this moment, the door opened, and an extremely beautiful woman came in. Seeing Zhou Qian shouting at him like a shrew, she frowned slightly.

"Mom, Grandpa Ye Fan has just passed away. What can I do for you?"

She was Ye Fan's wife, Shangguan Wan'er. She was an intelligent and beautiful woman.

"What's wrong with death? Who can survive? Besides, that old man has harmed millions of our family in the past two years. He should have died early and been reborn early."

Zhou Qian pointed at Ye Fan and sneered at him.

The other people in the ward were all curious at this time. "To harm millions of people? Is this guy a liar?"

A group of people gathered together and sneered while whispering.

At this moment, Ye Fan had no time to care about external affairs. He was shocked by the sudden appearance of a large amount of information in his mind and was stunned.

The extra information in his mind contained all kinds of information, such as traditional Chinese medicine, divination, star images, image, feng shui, and so on.

These memories were mottled like a pot of paste, pouring into his mind and giving him a headache.

What made Ye Fan even more incredulous was that he casually glanced at the middle-aged patient on the bed next to him. The other party's illness instantly appeared in his mind and became more serious.

"You want to pretend to be sick and slack off? No way. Our family doesn't raise idle people, especially someone like you who has no money. I've raised you for two years in vain. You owe our family something. You can do anything for your whole life..."

Zhou Qian was still scolding Ye Fan with sarcastic sarcasm. She almost pulled him out of the bed, and her words became more and more unpleasant.

Ye Fan, who had been immersed in the huge information in his mind, turned a deaf ear to Zhou Qian's scolding.

"Hahaha, I see. It must be Grandpa's blessing."

Ye Fan suddenly burst into laughter.

Today, he went back to the ancestral house to clean up the relic for his grandfather who had just passed away.

When his grandfather was alive, he was a Chinese medicine practitioner. He collected a lot of medical books and put them in a big wooden box.

While he was tidying up the medical books, the medical book at the bottom of the box attracted Ye Fan's attention.

It was a thick yellow book. The four words "Xuanwu medical skills" on it made Ye Fan even more curious. However, when Ye Fan was about to pick up the book, a golden light suddenly shot out from the book and instantly disappeared between his eyebrows.

A severe headache struck him in an instant. Ye Fan immediately fainted.

At this moment, when he woke up in the hospital bed, he actually got the inheritance of "Xuanwu Medical Skill".

Could it be that the yellow book left behind by his grandfather had allowed him to inherit it? Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt even more incredulous.

Ye Fan's sudden crazy laughter scared Zhou Qian. She pointed at him and scolded him again.

"Ye Fan, don't pretend to be crazy. I'm telling you, your old man spent millions of yuan on my family. You'll work in my family for the rest of your life. It's useless to pretend to be crazy."

"Mom, don't talk too much. What can't we talk about at home?"

Shangguan Wan'er glared at Zhou Qian and then turned to look at Ye Fan. She said coldly, "Go home."

"Oh, okay, let's go home."

Ye Fan put away his excitement and answered as if he had just woken up from a dream. He got out of bed and deliberately glanced at the medical record card of the middle-aged patient next to him.

The illness was the same as what appeared in his mind, which was very serious.

Ye Fan was ecstatic and grinned silently.

"The son-in-law doesn't work well at home, pretend to faint, stay in the hospital, and smile."

When a young patient saw Ye Fan's smile, he immediately laughed and sneered at him.

"Hahaha, I'm so happy. There's a son-in-law coming to my house today, and he's a super coward. His cowardly look reminds me of the eunuchs in the ancient palace. He lost all his face. If I were him, I would hit the wall with my head and hit myself..."

No matter how good-tempered Ye Fan was, he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head and glanced at the young man. He was slightly stunned and sneered, "How could a dying man be in the mood to laugh at others? He really doesn't know how to write the word 'death'."

The young man's laughter suddenly stopped. He roared and pounced on Ye Fan. "Bastard, who are you cursing?"

The family members in the ward were furious. They shouted and surrounded Ye Fan. Some people blocked the door.

The taboo thing in the hospital was to curse people to death. Ye Fan had provoked public anger.

"How dare you curse me? Why don't you ask who I am?"

The young man rushed forward, glared at Ye Fan, and punched Ye Fan's nose.

Ye Fan turned his face to the side to avoid the incoming fist. He raised his hand and pushed the young man away. "I didn't curse you. You are really going to die."

"F*ck you, how dare you curse me? I'll beat you to death today."

The young man was completely angry and attacked Ye Fan with his fists and feet.

"This kid has no right to speak. He deserves to die."

A family member standing behind Ye Fan attacked him with his fists.

Ye Fan dodged their attacks as if he had a pair of eyes on his back.

"What are you doing? This is a hospital, a ward."

A pretty little nurse suddenly pushed the door open and shouted.

At the same time, a middle-aged doctor, Dr. Hu, entered the ward.

Dr. Hu glared at Ye Fan after he learned the truth from everyone. "Nonsense. Apologize to my patient, or the security will send you to the police station."

Zhou Qian pointed at Ye Fan's nose and shouted, "You troublemaker, why can't you let others take advantage of you? Apologize, apologize immediately."

Shangguan Wan'er's face was cold. She glared at Ye Fan and squeezed out two words from between her teeth. "Apologize!"

"Wan'er, I usually listen to you. But today, I will never apologize. I really don't curse him. He has an incurable disease."

Ye Fan straightened his chest and looked at Shangguan Wan'er, unwilling to show weakness.