Holding the registration card in his hand, Joe Di felt a growing chill in his heart.
Joe Di knew better than anyone why Dr. Paul Lin was killed—it was undoubtedly because of his antidote solution. The newspaper headline clearly called Dr. Paul Lin a detoxification genius, making it obvious that Paul Lin had successfully claimed Joe Di's accomplishment as his own. That single bottle of medicine had brought disaster upon him.
That bottle of medicine was something Joe Di had refined casually; if he wished, he could produce countless more. If Dr. Paul Lin was killed over a single bottle, and people discovered Joe Di could make an unlimited supply, his fate might not be much better than Paul Lin's.
He just didn’t know if Dr. Paul Lin had mentioned him.
Joe Di quickly discarded any wishful thinking. Whether or not Paul Lin had mentioned him, he couldn’t rely on luck to get by. Someone like Paul Lin, sent to interview candidates, probably didn’t have much status. If that’s the case, his medical skills were likely mediocre—everyone probably knew that.
Now that Paul Lin was dead, others would surely wonder how he managed to produce such a medicine. If they investigated, it wouldn’t be hard to trace it back to Joe Di.
Joe Di sighed. He was still too inexperienced; otherwise, how could he have naively thought that having registration qualifications meant he could enter the Martial Arts Academy?
Staring at the Martial Arts Academy so close at hand, Joe Di knew in his heart that he was destined to have no connection with it. Fortunately, he had seen the boss take out the newspaper; otherwise, he might never have known how he died.
Joe Di was decisive. Since he couldn’t enter the Martial Arts Academy, there was no point dwelling on it—he needed to leave immediately. With that thought, Joe Di didn’t hesitate for a moment and turned to go.
Two hours later, Joe Di had purchased everything he needed and arrived at a secluded junkyard. The first thing he did was shave his head and put on a hat. Next, he began to disguise himself, and in just half an hour, Joe Di had transformed into a travel-worn middle-aged man, swapping his backpack for a burlap sack.
After finishing all this, even Joe Di was surprised by himself.
Once he realized he was in danger, methods of disguise and ways to avoid unsafe situations automatically surfaced in his mind. It was just like when he comprehended the Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art—he suddenly mastered it, as if it were innate.
This made Joe Di even more desperate to remember that elusive event. He vaguely sensed that he was fundamentally different from others, and that difference lay hidden in the thing he couldn’t recall.
Joe Di kept hitching rides on freight trucks, and after three days, he was far from Jinhai. Despite knowing he was in danger, the allure of the Tianhuang District still made him yearn to go there.
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Zeng Family Courtyard.
Zeng He had just come out of his daughter's room when Xiao Qian rushed over, her voice trembling with excitement, "She’s been saved, truly saved..."
Zeng He looked at Xiao Qian in confusion. "Who do you mean has been saved?"
Xiao Qian took a few hurried breaths before exclaiming with excitement, "Uncle, a patient at Jinhai Hospital has been saved..."
Zeng He frowned. Jinhai Hospital treated so many patients every day; wasn’t it normal for someone to be saved? If no one was saved, that would be abnormal.
Xiao Qian realized she’d spoken too hastily and quickly explained, "No, no—it’s not that. It’s a patient with the same illness as Yi Xun, who was saved. And this patient’s condition was far more severe, almost at the point of death, yet someone managed to save him."
This time, Xiao Qian finally made herself clear. Even after explaining, her face was still flushed with excitement.
"What?" Zeng He grabbed Xiao Qian’s arm, then exclaimed with excitement, "Who was it? Tell me quickly! We must invite him here—no, we should bring Yi Xun to him immediately..."
Zeng He was so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to say, his face flushed with excitement.
Xiao Qian, however, had calmed down. After a deep breath, she said, "Uncle, we still don’t know who saved him. Luckily, no one paid much attention to the patient, and I was able to bring him to the Zeng Family."
"Why don’t we know who saved him? Wait, you brought the patient to the Zeng Family? Good, you did very well. I’ll go meet this patient right away." Zeng He gradually regained his composure.
Zeng He didn’t need to seek out the patient—Xiao Qian had already instructed someone to bring the mother and her two sons. The mother looked haggard but her spirits were high. Her older son, about twenty, was close in age to Yi Xun, but so thin he seemed a gust of wind could blow him away, almost skeletal. Despite his gaunt face, his complexion was fairly good, likely thanks to the nutritional supplements Xiao Qian had given him.
The younger child was only seven or eight, his eyes wide open as he nervously took in the luxurious living room.
"Sun Ying greets the chairman." The woman bowed, and the frail young man beside her also bent slightly at the waist.
Zeng He said, "That’s a good name. Please, have a seat."
Once Sun Ying and her two sons had carefully taken their seats, Zeng He asked warmly, "Are you comfortable living here?"
Though he was eager to learn the doctor's name, he first showed concern for Sun Ying's situation.
"Thank you, Chairman. Xiao Qian has already asked me to help with some chores. It’s very nice here, truly..." Sun Ying quickly stood and bowed again in gratitude.
Zeng He turned to Xiao Qian and said, "Xiao Qian, give Sun Ying some lighter work so she doesn’t get too tired. And for her older son, make sure he gets extra nutrition."
"Yes, sir," Xiao Qian replied promptly.
Sun Ying started to stand and thank him again, but Zeng He waved her off, saying, "Sun Ying, to be honest, I have something I’d like to ask your help with."
Sun Ying replied anxiously, "Chairman, I sold my house just to treat my son’s illness. Now I’m homeless—I’m afraid, I’m afraid..."
Sun Ying’s thought was that she probably couldn’t help a wealthy family like this.
Zeng He smiled and said, "I have a daughter with the same illness as your older son. I’d like to ask—who was the doctor who saved your son? I hope to invite that doctor to help my daughter as well."
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Hearing Zeng He's question, Sun Ying's eyes lit up with excitement. "That doctor was truly a living Bodhisattva! He saved my son in just half an hour, didn’t charge a single cent, and didn’t even ask us to pay the hospital—he only told us to go home and recover. If it weren’t for Xiao Qian, we wouldn’t even have a place to stay now."
Zeng He was so excited his heart nearly leapt out of his throat. Leaning forward, he asked even more urgently, "Do you know the doctor's name?"
Sun Ying shook her head in confusion. "I don’t know. He wore a mask, and after saving my son, he left right away. I didn’t even get a chance to thank him. I still feel terribly guilty about that."
Zeng He was stunned—not knowing the name or appearance...
"Where did you find him?" Zeng He asked again.
Sun Ying replied, "Dr. Huang said my son couldn’t be saved. I begged him, but he brushed me off and went into his office, shutting the door. That’s when the doctor approached me and said he wanted to see my son. I was so overwhelmed, I took him to my son right away. He spent half an hour and brought my son back. Oh, it was the eleventh floor of Building Three..."
At last, the details were clear.
"Do you know how he saved your son?" Zeng He was deeply moved—even if Sun Ying couldn’t explain everything, as long as the doctor was still at Jinhai Hospital, he could be found.
Sun Ying replied, "He pulled the curtain while treating my son. I think he used gold needles, because there were many needle marks on my son’s body."
As she spoke, Sun Ying opened her older son’s shirt. Sure enough, there were faint needle marks on his back, which would likely disappear in a day or two.
Gold needles again? Zeng He suddenly remembered the video he’d seen before—didn’t Dr. Paul Lin also use gold needles for treatment?
"Was Dr. Paul Lin’s office on the eleventh floor?" Zeng He asked Xiao Qian.
(That’s all for today’s update. Good night, friends!)