The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge
The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge
Author: Francarose
1. Donor board
Author: Francarose
last update2026-01-30 05:50:23

Vincent Li adjusted the strap of his worn out backpack as he passed through the huge gates of Jiade College.

There was luxury all around him. Sleek cars parked at the curb, chauffeurs opened doors, and students stepped out wearing perfectly tailored uniforms that cost more than his uncle earned in months.

He kept his head down and walked in because that was the only way he could survive here.

Jiade College wasn’t just a normal school. It was a place where people were valued according to how much wealth their families owned. They treated the poor ones like trash while the rich ones got to do whatever they liked. The teachers and school board had no say.

Poor students like Vincent were allowed here only to remind the rich of how high they stood.

As he approached the main auditorium, his steps slowed down.

There was a large donor board at the entrance. A golden platter was on the board. It was polished daily. Names of the top school donors— richest families that had donated the most to the school were engraved in bold, elegant calligraphy.

Vincent stopped in front of it, his fingers tightening around his notebook.

At the very top of the list was Xian Meng.

Everyone knew Xian Meng’s father owned nearly half the clothing factories in the city. His brand logos hung in almost all the shopping malls in the city. His family didn’t donate money—they donated buildings.

Below him was Stone Shi.

The Shi family controlled a sprawling conglomerate—real estate, shipping, entertainment. Their wealth was old, solid, and cruel.

Next came Mae Lu.

The Lu family’s hotels and luxury resorts filled the city skyline. If you stayed anywhere beautiful, you stayed on Lu land.

And then—

Vincent’s gaze lingered on the fourth donor.

Young Master Vee.

No surname. No photo. Just the letter V engraved on two donation slots.

Five slots were reserved for the school’s top donors.

Young Master Vee occupied two.

The rumors said his wealth eclipsed everyone else’s. Some claimed he was foreign royalty. Others whispered he was tied to underground empires or shadow corporations. No one had ever seen him. Yet it was rumored that he was a student of Jiade College.

Vincent swallowed.

Sometimes, when he stared at that name, a strange ache bloomed in his chest—not envy, exactly. It felt like the quiet realization of how invisible he was in comparison.

He suddenly felt a sharp sting at the back of his head. Then he turned back to see who had thrown paper at him.

“Oi, trash.”

Xian Meng called as he stood behind him. His hands were in his pockets and a lazy smile curled his lips. Beside him were his two lackeys who followed him everywhere—Hao Jin, tall and narrow-eyed, always grinning, and Wei Zhen, stocky, loud, and cruel.

Vincent bent slowly and picked up the crumpled paper.

“Why are you staring at the donor board so hard?” Xian Meng asked, tilting his head. “Trying to memorize it? Are you praying that one day your name will be there?”

Hao Jin laughed. “Where will he get the money from? His family is super poor”

Vincent lowered his gaze. He knew better than to answer.

Xeng Meng had been his bully from the moment he stepped foot into this college. Vincent was a scholarship student and Xeng had always been pissed off that poor trash like Vincent could study in the same school as him.

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