At the entrance of West River Village, a black Mercedes G-Class drove in on this day. The driver was a young man with a crew cut, strong and looking as if he frequently worked out. In the back seat sat a girl in her twenties, fairly attractive to begin with, around a 7, and with her expensive attire, she'd be an 8.
"What a godforsaken rural place. I never imagined there'd be a day I'd come to such a place."
The girl looked out at the village scenery through the window, displaying a hint of disdain and helplessness.
"Miss, is there really a miraculous doctor living in this village?" the crew-cut young man asked curiously.
The girl said, "Who knows, maybe. Seriously, having me personally invite him is a blessing accumulated over three lifetimes for him. If my dad hadn't promised to buy me that Louis Vuitton bag, I'd never come to such a godforsaken place."
