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Chapter 409 Everything, for the Human Race!!!

Yudeng City, East District.

Seaside villa area.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it was impossible to see through.

Only a few scattered courtyard lights cast a dim, yellowish glow among the carefully manicured flowers and trees.

Inside a secluded detached villa, the lights were on.

On an expensive leather sofa, Yan Bin, deputy director of the Shenguan Bureau, leaned back, covered with a thick wool blanket.

He was only in his early fifties, but at this moment he was emaciated.

His complexion was a sickly sallow yellow, and his lips were a bloodless, grayish-white.

Each cough caused his body to tremble violently, fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and glaring crimson blood could be faintly seen between his fingers.

Lin Wan sat beside him, holding his cold hand tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her well-maintained face was now filled with weariness and anxiety.

Even meticulously applied makeup couldn't conceal the deep dark circles under her eyes.

"Honey, just hang in there a little longer, it'll be soon. He said he'll definitely come at nine tonight."

Lin Wan's voice was choked with sobs as she gently patted her husband's back, trying to ease his distressing cough and wheezing.

Two young people, a man and a woman, were sitting on a single sofa on one side of the living room.

The man's name was Lin Feng, he was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a lean and muscular build, and he was wearing a well-tailored dark-colored training uniform.

His brows carried a calm yet sharp air.

He sat upright, his eyes scanning the entrance and windows of the room warily.

The woman's name was Lin Lan. She was a bit younger, with a pretty face, and dressed in a neat tracksuit.

Their expressions were equally solemn.

Both of them faintly emanated the aura and blood fluctuations of second-tier martial artists.

They are Lin Wan's nephews and nieces from her maternal family.

These two martial arts masters were created by the Lin family by sparing no effort and using all their resources before they turned thirty.

I was urgently summoned here by my aunt, just for this reason.
Waiting for a cultist who is said to be able to perform miracles.

Seeing her aunt's haggard and worried appearance, Lin Lan couldn't help but speak up, deliberately softening her voice: "Aunt, don't be too nervous. With me and Brother Feng here, even if the other party is really an extraordinary person, he can't cause any trouble. As long as he can really produce the medicine to cure Uncle, our Lin family will definitely sell everything we own to raise enough money for him."

Her gaze was firm, radiating the confidence of a young martial artist.

Lin Feng nodded steadily, his voice deep and resonant: "Uncle, you are a lucky man. We'll stay here and see what kind of miraculous medicine dares to boast that it can heal the dead and restore flesh to bones."

Hearing her nephew and niece's words, Lin Wan's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she forced a smile: "Okay, okay, Auntie knows you're capable. It's just...it's just that I'm really worried. Your uncle's illness came on so suddenly and violently that the hospital can't figure it out. They just say it's a rare and serious disease. I was desperate and tried anything, so I listened to that person and dragged you two into it too."

Her tone was full of guilt and unease.

"Aunt, what are you saying!" Lin Lan immediately said, "We're family, so let's not be so formal. Uncle's affairs are our affairs. Besides, we're also curious about what kind of religious followers can have such miraculous effects. If they can really cure Uncle, it will be an eye-opening experience for us martial artists."

Lin Feng didn't speak, but his gaze swept more solemnly across the deep night outside the window.

He always felt that the religious believer his aunt spoke of, whom he could only hear but never see, had an inexplicable eeriness about him.

Can reviving flesh and bone heal the dead?

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and there are no miracles without a reason.

What the other party is asking for is probably not as simple as gold and silver.

The grandfather clock in the corner of the living room has a heavy pendulum that swings rhythmically from side to side.

The hands slowly moved toward nine o'clock in the evening.

The living room immediately fell silent.

All that remained were Yan Bin's suppressed breathing and coughing.

Lin Wan's breathing became more and more rapid as the pointer moved, her eyes fixed on the tightly closed villa door, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her husband's cold hand.

It's nine o'clock.
Did that person stand me up?

A sense of disappointment and despair almost overwhelmed her in an instant.

Has even the last hope been shattered?

Just as the light in Lin Wan's eyes was about to completely dim.

Lin Feng and Lin Lan also frowned and exchanged a glance.

In the center of the living room.

The air was like the surface of water tossed with a pebble.

Visible ripples spread out out of thin air.

At the center of the ripples, space seemed to be gently torn open by invisible fingers, creating a crack.

The next instant, a figure emerged slowly as if from viscous ink.

Silently, it stood at the center of the ripples.

The newcomer was completely shrouded in an excessively large black hooded cloak, the hood pulled down so low that it covered most of his face.

All that could be seen was a slightly thin chin and pale, bloodless lips.

Lin Feng and Lin Lan jumped up from the sofa almost the instant the spatial ripples appeared.

All the muscles in my body tensed up instantly, and my blood and qi surged.

The aura of a second-tier martial artist erupted without reservation, locking onto the eerie black shadow.

This way of appearing
Their strength is definitely above the third rank.

This was completely beyond what he and his sister could handle.

How could my aunt possibly be connected to someone of that level?!

"you"

Lin Feng's throat tightened, and he managed to utter just one word.

"You've come! You've finally come!"

Lin Wan's exclamation came first.

Her face instantly lit up with a look of wild joy.

All the tension was dispelled by this way of appearing.

She stood up abruptly, not even bothering to comfort her husband who was coughing violently again from being startled, and eagerly approached the dark figure, her eyes filled with fervent anticipation and undisguised awe.

"Everything you requested is ready! Look!"

Lin Wan pointed to the other side of the living room. There, a professional surgical bed had been set up at some point, and a complete set of surgical instruments was neatly arranged on a stainless steel trolley next to it.

Clearly, this was all for this moment.

Lin Wan mobilized all available resources.

She pointed to the operating table, her voice trembling with tears, pleading, "Please, please, start quickly! My husband can't hold on much longer! Look at him!"

She turned to look at Yan Bin, who was curled up on the sofa, coughing and looking ashen-faced, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The man in black robes tilted his head slightly, seemingly glancing at the surgical trolley, before slowly shifting his gaze to Yan Bin, who was critically ill on the sofa.

Finally, the gaze from beneath the shadow of the hood.

The attack landed on Lin Feng and Lin Lan, who were on high alert and brimming with energy.

"Oh?"

A deep voice came from under the hood, tinged with amusement, "And who are these two...?"

Lin Wan's heart tightened, afraid of angering her savior, and she quickly explained, "Please don't misunderstand! They are my nephew and niece, Lin Feng and Lin Lan, they're family! They came here specifically to check on me because they were worried about my safety, they have absolutely no ill intentions! Really, they just want to help!"

As she spoke, she anxiously winked at Lin Feng and his sister.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and vigilance, and said in a deep voice, "That's right, we are only here to guard on Aunt's orders, and we have no other intentions."

He deliberately toned down his outgoing demeanor.

But the body still maintains the optimal posture for exerting force.

Lin Lan nodded stiffly, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Ah"

The man in black robes let out a low, ambiguous laugh, a dry and unpleasant sound.

"I see. Since they are Madam's family members, then it's naturally fine."

He seemed to accept this explanation and stopped paying attention to Raymond Lam and his sister.

He walked slowly toward Yan Bin on the sofa.

The man in black robes stopped in front of Yan Bin, looking down at the deputy director who was barely breathing.

He did not have his pulse taken, nor did he use any instruments for examination.

I just stared at it quietly for a few seconds.

"The disease has reached its terminal stage, and its source has been exhausted; ordinary methods are no longer effective in saving it."

The man in black robes concluded in his distinctive, hoarse voice.

Lin Wan's heart leaped into her throat, and her face turned deathly pale.

“However,” the man in black robes changed his tone, his voice carrying an air of complete control.

"It was just a small favor for me."

"Madam, please move your husband to the operating table."

Lin Wanru was relieved and quickly called over two caregivers who had been waiting for a long time to carefully lift the weak and somewhat delirious Yan Bin onto the operating table and secure him.

The electrocardiogram monitor is connected.

The screen displays faint and erratic waveforms.

The man in the black robe walked to the operating table without wearing sterile clothing or gloves.

He stretched out his hands.
The actions lacked any professionalism or caution expected of a doctor; instead, they were crude and direct.

He picked up a sharp scalpel without even looking at it.

They directly lifted Yan Bin's hospital gown over his abdomen.

"You!" Lin Lan couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, but Lin Feng grabbed her arm.

Lin Feng shook his head solemnly, signaling her to calm down.

Under the stark white light of the operating lamp.

The scalpel slid across the surface rapidly.

scoff-

The blade easily sliced ​​through Yan Bin's abdominal skin, fat layer, and muscle.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blur, yet the cut was exceptionally neat and smooth, as if it had been practiced millions of times.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the surrounding dressings red.

"what!"

Lin Wan let out a short scream and covered her mouth tightly.

Lin Feng and Lin Lan's pupils also contracted sharply. This was hardly a surgery.

It was nothing short of slaughter.

However, the man in black robes didn't care at all.

He casually tossed the blood-stained scalpel back onto the instrument tray, making a crisp clanging sound.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes.

He slowly reached his hand into the large pocket of his black robe.

When he withdrew his hand again.

He was holding something in his palm.
The substance was about the size of a fist and had a viscous, flowing, dark brown color.

It's neither like a solid nor a pure liquid; it's more like a lump of living, slowly wriggling sludge.

Its surface is covered with fine, dark red lines, which pulsate slightly as it moves.

A strong, earthy smell instantly filled the entire room.

Disgusting.

"What the hell is this?!"

Lin Lan could no longer hold back and cried out, her stomach churning violently.

Lin Feng's face also turned ashen.

This thing felt even more disgusting to him than the most venomous Deadly Venom.

The man in black robes seemed not to hear him; he held the writhing mass of dark brown mud in his arms.

Without hesitation, he reached for the freshly cut wound on Yan Bin's abdomen, which was still gushing blood.

puff!

The lump of mud was completely stuffed inside.

It pierced deep into Yan Bin's abdominal cavity.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the black robe picked up the sewing needle and thread, his fingers flying across the paper.

In just a few breaths, the incision, which was more than ten centimeters long, was tightly stitched up.

The entire surgical procedure was simple and brutal.

It takes no more than one minute.

After doing all this, the man in black robes slowly took out a clean white silk handkerchief and wiped the bloodstains from his hands.

He turned to Lin Wan, whose face was deathly pale and who was on the verge of fainting.

In a relaxed tone:

"Alright, madam. The lesions in your husband's body have been completely cleared. He will wake up soon, recover his health, and perhaps even be better than before."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still-shaken Lin Feng and Lin Lan before finally settling on Lin Wan's face.

A faint smile seemed to be playing at the corners of his lips.

"As for the reward, there's no rush. We can talk about it after he wakes up and we confirm he's alright."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Yan Bin on the operating table.

They completely disregarded Lin Wan's astonishment and Lin Feng and his sister's heightened vigilance.

He walked straight to an empty, luxurious single sofa in the corner of the living room and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

He leaned back slightly, his whole body sinking into the soft sofa.

Place your hands crossed over your abdomen.

The shadow beneath the hood seemed to be resting with its eyes closed.

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

Only when the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular and loud beeping sound did the originally weak and chaotic electrocardiogram waveform on the screen become strong and stable at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood oxygen saturation, blood pressure, and other indicators also quickly returned to a healthy range.

Lin Wan covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

She stared intently at her husband on the operating table, not daring to even breathe.

The shock in Lin Feng and Lin Lan's hearts reached its peak.

They stared intently at the monitor, then glanced at the black-robed figure who seemed to be asleep on the sofa. Finally, their eyes met, and they both saw an overwhelming sense of absurdity in each other's eyes. What exactly was that strange lump of soft mud?
This effect is too bizarre.

Time passes minute by minute.

About ten minutes passed.

"Um"

A faint but clear groan came from the operating table.

In the eyes of everyone's disbelief.

Yan Bin's tightly closed eyelids trembled violently a few times, and then slowly opened.

His eyes were initially somewhat confused and unfocused.

It seems that it hasn't fully adapted to the light and its physical condition yet.

But then, an incredible change clearly appeared on his face.

The sallow and grayish hue that had shrouded the area for days, like the shadow of death, was swiftly wiped away as if by an invisible hand.

Instead, it has a rosy sheen.

Even the bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes have mostly faded.

"Honey! Honey, you're awake?!"

Lin Wan was the first to rush to the bedside, her voice trembling with joy and disbelief, as she tightly grasped her husband's hand.

This time, the hand she held was no longer cold and stiff.

You can even feel a strong pulse beating powerfully under your skin.

Yan Bin blinked, his unfocused gaze gradually refocusing.

He saw his wife's tear-streaked face.

He tried to move his lips: "Wanwan'er, what is this?"

He instinctively tried to sit up.

This action has caused excruciating coughing and severe pain over the past few days.

This time, however, he only used a little force.

My upper body lifted off the mattress with ease.

He was stunned, feeling the changes inside his body.

His face was filled with shock and bewilderment.

He tried to take a deep breath.

The lungs expand, and air flows in smoothly without any obstruction or stinging.

A long-lost sense of power surged through me like warm spring water.

It is continuously emerging from the depths of the limbs and bones.

"I feel it."

Yan Bin's voice was filled with intense excitement and disbelief. He sat up abruptly, his eyes shining brightly.

"My illness seems to be cured!? And..."

He clenched his fists instinctively.

The knuckles made a slight crackling sound, and a surge of energy, even stronger than in its prime, coursed through the meridians.

"I feel like my martial arts bottleneck has loosened! It seems like I've reached the threshold of the second tier!"

Yan Bin's voice rose in pitch with excitement.

He struggled to get out of bed.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Lin Wan was both crying and laughing, and quickly held him down.

"Check him first! Check him out!" she urged the waiting medical team while trying to reassure her husband. "Quick! Give my husband a full checkup! Hurry!"

The doctors and nurses who were already prepared immediately surrounded them.

With the same expressions of shock and curiosity, they began to conduct a series of detailed physical examinations on Yan Bin.

Lin Feng and Lin Lan stood a little distance away.

Looking at the genuine blush on my uncle's face and the renewed vitality in his eyes.

Listen to his strong, resonant voice.

Then look at the busy medical team and the data on the screen that is rapidly jumping back to normal values.

The turmoil in the hearts of the brother and sister was indescribable.

Evil, so evil!
That disgusting lump of slime, it really has such miraculous effects?!

The senior doctor at the head of the group looked at a freshly printed blood analysis report, his fingers trembling.

"All of Director Chen's abnormal indicators have disappeared! His cell activity even far exceeds healthy standards."

Other test results are also being compiled one after another.

All the data points to the same conclusion.

Yan Bin has not only fully recovered, but his physical condition is even better than before he got sick.

Like a person who has been completely renovated!
"Hahaha! Good! Good! That's great!"

With the help of a nurse, Yan Bin stood on the ground in his hospital gown, vigorously moving his arms and legs, feeling the strength in his body, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He pulled his wife, who was crying tears of joy, into his arms and patted her back forcefully: "Wan'er! I'm all better! I'm really all better! All thanks to you! All thanks to that miracle doctor!"

His grateful gaze fell on the black-robed man who was still sitting quietly on the sofa in the corner.

Lin Wan hugged her husband tightly, tears streaming down her face.

All worries and despair were completely released at this moment.

She took Yan Bin's hand, walked quickly to the man in black, bowed deeply, and spoke with unprecedented gratitude and respect:
"Our benefactor, you have shown us such great kindness and virtue that Lin Wan and my husband Yan Bin will never forget! Thank you! Thank you for saving his life!"

Yan Bin also quickly followed his wife in bowing deeply.

The man in the black robe remained leaning against the sofa, his posture unchanged, only slightly raising his chin.

The shadow beneath the hood seemed to move, as if in response.

"What kind of compensation do you want?"

Lin Wan straightened up and asked cautiously, her face sincere.

"As long as it doesn't violate our principles or federal law, we, your husband and I, will do our utmost to meet your request, whatever it may be, within our capabilities!"

Yan Bin nodded solemnly in agreement.

As the deputy director of the Bureau of Sanctuary, he has his bottom line and principles.

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes chuckled in a low, hoarse voice.

The laughter sounded somewhat abrupt in the quiet living room.

“Madam, Director Chen,” he began slowly, “you two are too kind. The payment? Heh heh.”

He shook his head slightly.

"You two, one is the pillar of the Fish Lantern City Divine Management Bureau, and the other is a model of virtuous and capable homemakers. You are both people I admire from the bottom of my heart. Why would I lend a helping hand for a mere reward?"

These words stunned Lin Wan and Yan Bin.

If it's not for the reward, then what's the motive?
"Then you..." Lin Wan was somewhat at a loss.

The man in the black robe leaned forward slightly, the shadow under his hood seemingly watching Yan Bin, his tone gentle: "Director Chen, after you woke up, did you feel an unprecedented sense of clarity in your body?"

"It's as if a river channel that has been blocked for many years has been completely dredged? The flow of qi and blood is no longer sluggish? Even the martial arts bottleneck that has troubled you for many years has begun to loosen?"

Yan Bin's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "That's right! My benefactor, you're absolutely right! This feeling is indescribable! It's as if I've been reborn. Isn't this because I've recovered from my illness?"

"Recovering from the illness is one aspect, of course."

The man in black robes said in the same tone, "But more importantly, while I was clearing away the lesions for you, I also took the opportunity to clean up the hidden injuries that you had accumulated over decades of martial arts training, those deep-seated injuries in your internal organs, meridians, and bone marrow."

"Hidden injury?"

Yan Bin and Lin Wan both looked puzzled.

“Not bad.” The man in black robes said in a low voice.

"Martial arts practitioners cultivate against the will of Heaven and fight against destiny."

“Every time you break through your limits, every time you are wounded in a life-or-death battle, every time you forcefully circulate your qi and blood to break through your barriers, you will leave invisible micro-damage in your body.”

"These hidden injuries are usually inconspicuous and seem harmless. But they are like a malignant tumor that clings to the bone, accumulating day by day and silently eroding your martial arts foundation."

The living room was silent.

Lin Feng and Lin Lan both fell into deep thought, though the black-robed man's words were strange.

But that left them speechless.

There was even a faint sense of identification.

Looking at the realization and excitement in her husband's eyes, and then at her thoughtful nephew and niece beside her, Lin Wan had a sudden thought.

She took a deep breath, her smile widening, and cautiously looked at the man in black:

"My benefactor, your skill is truly astonishing! May I trouble you one more time?"

She pointed to Raymond Lam and Lin Lan.

"These are my nephew Lin Feng and niece Lin Lan, both of them are second-tier martial artists."

"You see, these young people cultivate even more diligently. Perhaps you could also take a look at these hidden injuries they've accumulated? Don't worry! Our Lin family will definitely pay you."

"Aunt!" Lin Feng frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.

That strange lump of soft mud made him feel a sense of repulsion and danger from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Lan also subconsciously took a half step back.

"Hey!" Lin Wan immediately interrupted him, her tone carrying a hint of reproach and pleading from an elder.

"Feng'er! Our benefactor's methods are divine; this is an incredible opportunity! Countless people would kill for such a chance! You two are so young yet you've already reached the Grandmaster level; who knows how many hidden dangers have accumulated in your bodies! Now that our benefactor is here, why don't you quickly thank him!"

As she spoke, she frantically tried to wink at her nephews and nieces.

The man in the black robe leaned back on the sofa, letting out a low, hoarse laugh, seemingly in a rather pleasant mood.

"Madam, you flatter me. Since he is your close relative and a fellow warrior who protects humanity, this is no small matter."

He slowly stood up, his wide black robe fluttering even without wind.

"Gentlemen, please?"

His tone was gentle, and his gaze, hidden in the shadow of his hood, fell on Lin Feng and Lin Lan.

Lin Feng looked at his aunt's expectant eyes.

Looking at my uncle's rosy and healthy face on the sofa, I was torn between two conflicting emotions.

The fear of the mud and the longing for a pure foundation clashed fiercely.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, glanced at his sister, and said in a deep voice, "Then I'll have to trouble you, senior!"

He was the first to walk to the operating table, took off his coat, and revealed his muscular upper body.

Lin Lan watched her brother's actions, bit her lower lip, and finally silently followed.

The man in black robes laughed silently.

The operating lights came on again.

That dark brown, eerie lump of soft, wriggling mud with dark red veins.

Once again, it was stuffed into healthy flesh and blood.

Lin Wan watched nervously and expectantly from the side.

Time slipped away second by second amidst the increasingly strong earthy smell.

The night outside the window grew even deeper and darker, like ink.

……

The heavy solid wood door of the villa slowly closed behind us.

It was nearly 1 a.m.

A salty, cold sea breeze swept over me.

The man in black robes stood in the shadows of the villa's porch, his wide cloak fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

He didn't leave immediately; he just stood there quietly.

It was as if they were appreciating the tranquility of the fishing lantern market late at night.

Yan Bin followed him out.

This deputy director, who had been emaciated and on the verge of death not long ago, was now dressed in a crisp dark gray home suit, his face rosy and his steps steady and powerful.

He stood half a step behind the man in black robes, bowing slightly.

The emotion on his face was completely different from before.

With an almost pious reverence.

"It's late and the dew is heavy. Are you sure you won't stay a little longer?"

Yan Bin's voice carried a cautious, ingratiating tone.

This is a stark contrast to his usual authoritative and authoritative image at the Bureau of Sanctuary.

The man in black robes slowly turned around to face him.

The shadow of the hood remained deep, revealing only his pale, thin lips.

He raised a hand that was equally pale and waved it gently.

"No need. Director Chen has just recovered and needs to rest. Please go back."

His voice was deep and hoarse, and it was especially clear in the quiet night.

Yan Bin's face immediately showed deep gratitude and a hint of disappointment. He quickly said, "Yes, yes! My benefactor, you are so understanding... Well... then I'll go back now. You..."

He paused, bent even lower, and spoke with an almost humble urgency.

"If you ever need me for anything in the future, no matter how big or small, whenever or where, please be sure to tell me! I, Yan Bin, will go through fire and water for you."

He raised his head, his gaze towards the man in black robes burning with an astonishing intensity.

The corner of the man's mouth, hidden beneath his hood, seemed to twitch slightly upwards.

He looked at Yan Bin's face, which was full of loyalty, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

"it is good."

He simply replied with a single word.

Immediately, his gaze seemed to pierce through Yan Bin.

Casting itself into the deeper darkness of the night:

"For the sake of humanity."

These four words instantly ignited Yan Bin's passion.

He straightened up abruptly, and all the humility and ingratiation on his face were instantly replaced by a solemnity and fanaticism that was almost that of a martyr.

He stood with his feet together and his back straight.

He forcefully pounded his left chest, near his heart, with his right hand.

"Everything for humanity!!!"

(End of this chapter)