Chapter 7: Starting A Business

Words : 1906 Updated : Jul 10th, 2025

"I peed myself!" Nash felt his soaked crotch, took a sniff of that stench, and almost wanted to smash his head into the wall. He was once the legendary Medicine King. He had just reincarnated. "Shit!" "I'm screwed!" he muttered. "The guy I possess is seriously messed up!" Nash felt a chill run down his spine. "Oh God… please don't let it be something serious. I just took over this body. If it's got some terminal disease, I'm screwed!" He started freaking out. What if he had some awful disease? Or worse, what if his manhood didn't work? That'd be game over. "I'm a normal guy! I just got here! I still want to marry a bunch of hot girls! God, don't screw me over like this!" "Check the body! Quick! I must check my body immediately!" Nash quickly stripped down and gave himself a head-to-toe inspection. He was very skinny. He gathered what little spiritual energy he had left, and his eyes flashed golden as he activated his Divine Sense. As it did, Nash quickly checked his entire body. With his Divine Sense, every problem showed up. "Heart? Fine. Spleen? Fine. Blood and veins? All good. Hands, feet, arms... nothing wrong." Later, he realized his bladder had an inflammation. "Turns out it's just a bladder infection." Nash let out a huge sigh of relief after double-checking. The previous owner of the body was an introvert, and he seldom left his house. With some medicine, the body would be fine. To make sure nothing else was wrong, Nash checked himself over again. Finally, he could relax. "Phew, guess I'm still lucky!" he thought. "This body, apart from being skinny and having a bladder infection, has no other issues." Taking a deep breath, Nash began to contemplate his next steps. "I might have been the Medicine King, but now I'm just a regular guy." The first thing a regular guy needs to figure out is how to survive. To get by, Nash needed cash. That's just how the world works. Nash thought about his current situation. He was a live-in son-in-law, had a gorgeous wife, and a run-down clinic. Thinking about all this, Nash rubbed his forehead. This was giving him a headache. He planned to start a business using the clinic. He grinned, already picturing himself raking in cash, earning fame, and being surrounded by gorgeous women, thanks to his Miracle Doctor skills. Just thinking about it made Nash smile. He'd start with the clinic. The next day, his road to fortune and success would officially begin. Grinning from ear to ear, full of dreams for the future, Nash crashed onto his bed and fell fast asleep. The next morning, when sunlight streamed through the tiny window, Nash finally woke up. He gave a big stretch, rolled out of bed, washed up, and brushed his teeth. He wanted to find something decent to wear, but all he found in the closet was one puffy jacket, two outdated shirts, and a couple of cheap T-shirts. No wonder his mother-in-law hated him. No wonder his hot wife acted like he didn't exist. No wonder he was a loser. After cursing himself out, Nash just threw on a jacket and headed out. Clang! He opened the metal door, letting the morning sun hit his face. He'd come back so late last night that he hadn't even noticed what was around the clinic. Now that he looked, there were a bunch of shops nearby. On the left was a diner. On the right, there were some sketchy-looking salons. The street was already busy. Workers were rushing off to their jobs while street vendors were setting up for business. Nash looked around, took a deep breath, and thought, "Now this is what being alive feels like." Then he looked back at his clinic. He scoffed. "So what? I'll fix this place up!" Nash was feeling pretty good about his future when suddenly, someone called out from the left, "Nash, you finally opened up!" He turned to see a short, dark-skinned guy with a wrinkled face and an apron around his waist. "Hey there, sir!" Nash greeted the man politely. "Sir, my ass… I'm Remy! Don't you recognize me?" "I'm three years older than you." Nash was dumbfounded. The man looked older than his age. "Sorry about that, Remy. I didn't recognize you at first." Nash laughed to smooth things over. "You little punk, messing with me first thing in the morning." Remy just laughed and pulled out a cigarette, handing it to Nash. Nash waved it away. "Thanks, but I don't smoke." "You quit smoking?" Remy looked surprised that Nash turned down a smoke. "I never smoked," Nash said honestly. "Bullshit! You used to smoke more than I did! Now you're saying you don't smoke?" Nash just stared at Remy, speechless. "Nash," Remy went on, "I know you've been having trouble with your hot wife lately, but hang in there. Besides, the Ryder family's not bad. Everyone's jealous of you." "Jealous, my ass!" Nash thought, but he just smiled and said, "I'm good. Just took a few days off to rest." "Alright then, I'll get back to work. Catch you later!" Remy said, heading back to his shop.

Chapter 7: Starting A Business

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