He personally taught Fang Yuan and Fang Hong, the two brothers, to learn medicine from them when they were seven or eight years old.

But these two guys are incredibly stupid; after three years, all they've learned is a pairing taboo.

By the time Fang Yuan was fifteen or sixteen, she had finally started to understand things a little better.

At that time, the Beijing Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine was holding an exam that would allow a group of barefoot doctors to become officially recognized doctors.

Upon receiving this news, Fang Tao supervised Fang Yuan's review for three months.

However, on the night before the exam, Fang Yuan developed a high fever.

Physical cooling methods didn't work all night, nor did fever-reducing injections. I tried everything – herbal remedies, acupuncture – but nothing worked.

Fang Tao gritted his teeth.

Although he had already returned to secular life at that time, he was still the last disciple of Master Mei of Xiaomei Mountain. He had only returned to secular life in name only. Of course, the price of returning to secular life was that he could not openly use the medical skills he learned in Xiaomei Mountain to treat and save people. In other words, he could never be a doctor in his life.

By then, Fang Tao had learned some tricks of deception.

That morning, he cut Fang Yuan's fingers and used the blood from the tips of all ten fingers to wash his head and face.

After that, he used a trick to impersonate Fang Yuan and took the exam.

At the time, he was just hoping to get a mediocre ranking, so he held back a bit when answering the questions.

But he never expected that when the results were released, he would be number one.

Fang Yuan became a department head as soon as he joined the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

From then on, whenever Fang Yuan reached the point of promotion and needed to take an exam, he would come to Fang Tao in tears, begging for help.

After all, he was the younger brother he had raised himself, and Fang Tao's heart softened time and time again.

Time and again, he helped Fang Yuan cheat to get everything he wanted, including his current position as dean.

Because he was afraid of being exposed, Fang Yuan rarely saw patients, and only released ten specialist appointments a month.

These ten specialist appointments will be reviewed within a single morning.

When he went to see the doctor, there was a thin silk thread attached to his foot.

The silk thread went through a small door behind him.

Fang Tao stood behind the small door—the glass of the small door was specially made so that people inside could see out, but people outside could not see in.

Fang Tao and Fang Yuan agreed on a set of code words: they would pull the rope a certain number of times to indicate the symptoms.

With this skill of cheating, Fang Yuan could cure almost any illness, which made him increasingly famous.

This time, Su Ruyi from Heilongjiang Province suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Fang Yuan was extremely flustered.

Fang Tao was aware of his thoughts, but based on his previous interactions with Su Ruyi, although Su Ruyi looked like a teenage girl, she had the composure of someone in their thirties, forties, or even fifties. Fang Yuan had no chance against her.

Su Ruyi is no pushover; when she strikes, it's with deadly moves!

Now, Fang Yuan felt like she was on a hot seat.

Fang Tao certainly hoped he would turn himself in. After all, from the perspective of a Taoist practitioner like him, a person's lifespan has endless possibilities, but once a part of a person's body is lost—for example, a foot—it can never grow back.

But he couldn't say this to Fang Yuan.

Even if I told her, Fang Yuan wouldn't believe me.

He was already annoyed when Fang Hong, whom he usually looked down upon, suddenly got involved again!

The thing Fang Tao could least forgive Fang Yuan for was that Fang Yuan told Fang Hong about their deal!

He really couldn't bring himself to like his younger brother, Fang Hong, who had been stealing his money to buy cigarettes since he was seven or eight years old.

Upon receiving this news, Fang Hong saw a way to make money and started dealing in Fang Yuan's specialist appointments.

Just as Fang Hong said, the three of them were indeed in the same boat, and Fang Tao was also unable to extricate himself.

One wrong step leads to another!

Fang Tao glared at Fang Hong, who remained unfazed: "What? Brother, am I wrong? If we both fall, do you think you can get away with it?"

Fang Tao glared at him fiercely, then turned his gaze to Fang Yuan: "Fang Yuan, you choose, choose carefully."

"Brother, my foot just hurts and I can't put weight on it, but it's not to the point where it absolutely has to be amputated, right? It's not as serious as you're making it out to be, is it?" Fang Yuan asked tentatively.

Fang Tao had no idea what would happen if he lost a bone in his foot.

Perhaps if Fang Yuan were younger, the other bones could compensate?

He had never heard of such a thing before.

The foreseeable future outcome for him is amputation.

Because only amputation can allow one to walk again.

Seeing Fang Tao hesitate, Fang Yuan seemed to have made up his mind: "Brother, I won't turn myself in."

Fang Tao suddenly said in a very low voice, "But Fang Yuan, don't forget that the ledger you're holding is a photocopy! The original is in Comrade Su's hands!"

"I..." The light that had just ignited in Fang Yuan's eyes instantly went out. "Brother, you said you could... could you... not?"

He stammered and couldn't get the words out, but Fang Hong blurted out, "Brother, why don't you just steal that ledger back?"

Fang Tao stood up and flicked his sleeve: "When have I, Fang Tao, ever stolen anything in my life? Even when I was a kid, life was so hard, I never stole a single thread. And now you want me to steal something?"

Fang Hong said nonchalantly, "Brother! Isn't this just a temporary measure? Didn't you often tell us when we were kids that a real man should be able to bend and stretch?"

"Is this what you call being flexible and adaptable?" Fang Yuan said sternly. "I won't help you steal anything! Besides, I can't steal anything! That Comrade Su's abilities far surpass mine! Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to silently and effectively undermine you."

Fang Yuan felt a pang of pity: "Brother, you didn't suffer any losses when you ran into her, did you?"

Fang Tao felt a warmth in his heart: "No. Comrade Su is actually a very reasonable person."

Fang Yuan scoffed, "Hey, I don't believe it! That little bitch climbed up the ranks by relying on Ba Yuchi! She got the position of head of a branch without making a sound! It took me almost twenty years to climb to the head of the branch, bro! Why should that little bitch get away with it?"

“They have names! Is it okay to call them by their names?” Fang Tao found it extremely offensive.

"Brother, have you been corrupted by sweet talk? Why did your attitude change so much after seeing that little bitch just once? It feels like you're siding with her instead of your own brother." Fang Yuan was very suspicious.

Fang Hong added fuel to the fire, saying, "That's right, brother! Who lets their own brother turn himself in? Brother, let me give you a good idea—if we can't solve the problem, we should deal with the person who caused the trouble!"

Fang Tao turned to look at him in disbelief: "What do you mean? You want me... to kill someone?"