I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Jingyang wasn't willing to openly rob someone; he had some sense of shame. So he tried to lure them in first.

Since it was just a temporary hotel, there was no need to worry about the login signal of the license being leaked. Jingyang simply swiped the black card license and entered the hunter website to look for the information he needed.

It has to be said that this card of the professional hunter is truly like the token of the Western Depot, a special privilege granted by the emperor. Even Batra, one of the world's richest men, has the authority to easily access a considerable amount of information that is not presented in online encyclopedias. Jing Yang guessed that this confidential information was probably contributed by other hunters who did not know each other, or perhaps there were guys like "intelligence hunters," "privacy hunters," or "hacker hunters" who were keen on doing this.

Soon, Batra's incredibly wealthy and intricately structured assets, his vast business empire with its spiderweb-like network of relationships—from shareholders, advisors, lawyers, and security personnel to the list of cleaning ladies for all his properties—were laid bare before Jingyang and Xiaodi. This was all information relatively easy to obtain with a hunter's license. But narrowing the focus to Batra's personal privacy was far more complex.

Need to pay more.

add!

Jingyang and Xiaodi have hundreds of millions in their accounts, they can spend them however they want. They got the information they really needed without much effort.

Some accounts that seem to have little to do with Batra have countless medical records of transfers to different hospitals and different specialists—some of the recipients are professional hunters, and Jingyang doesn't know if the Twelve Branches' Dog Sister or "Difficult Disease Hunter Qiduo" is among them—but what they have in common is that they are all patients, and these accounts are all sending money to the same patient for treatment.

This woman, whom Batra truly loves, is arguably the only weakness of this wealthy tycoon. It's understandable that Batra would go to great lengths to conceal his relationship with her and her current situation.

As for the patient's private information, such as their name or where they are currently recuperating, these would cost too much, and Jingyang felt it was unnecessary to waste money on them. He also had no intention of making house calls.

All that's needed is a description of the patient's condition—based on the patient's multiple medical records from several hospitals, all the medical experts reached similar conclusions: apart from retaining some instinctive nerve reflexes and the ability to metabolize substances and energy, the patient has completely lost cognitive abilities and has no spontaneous activity.

Commonly known as a vegetative state.

The brain is far too intricate and mysterious. Once it malfunctions or breaks down, even the medical advancements of the Hunter world, including those of professional hunters, are powerless to remedy it. To put it more philosophically, in a world where Nen abilities reflect the mind, the human brain, consciousness, and other related fields will only become more profound, unfathomable, and unfathomable.

Jingyang then used his hunter's license to check how many patients with similar vegetative state were hospitalized in nearby hospitals, including their addresses and ward numbers.

These ordinary patients, neither rich nor noble, were staying in an ordinary hospital in this small town. With a hunter's license clearing the way, Jing Yang obtained the most detailed and accurate intelligence without spending a single penny. These ordinary people had almost no secrets from this card, or rather, it could be said that they were of no value whatsoever.

“No wonder smart people all over the world want to be professional hunters.” Jing Yang pulled out his hunter license from the card reader, spinning a corner of the card between his fingers. “Unlimited privileges, minimal obligations—who wouldn’t love that?”

“If you’re a Nen user yourself, you’ll know even better that the Hunter Association is the organization with the deepest research and longest history in Nen. You should join them and work together to achieve the ultimate goal,” he remarked. “Like myself.”

Xiao Di asked, "So, we're going to see them tomorrow?" She pointed to the table on the screen containing information on nearby vegetative state patients that Jing Yang had collected and compiled.

"No, let's go now." Jing Yang leaped out of the window, opened it, and looked up at the dim starry sky. "The night is dark and windy, eerie and quiet—perfect for us to get to work!"

Xiao Di readily agreed, conjuring a vacuum cleaner that swept away the two people's belongings in the room like leaves in a whirlwind. She followed Jing Yang, leaping out of the window and landing on the ground from the third floor. The two of them disappeared into the night ahead.

……

Late at night, in the hospital's inpatient ward, the quiet corridors were lit, some ward doors were ajar, and the faint sounds of sobbing or murmuring from accompanying relatives could be heard from some rooms, but most quickly fell silent again. The nurse on duty at the nurses' station yawned, got up, put her hands in her pockets, and went to take a walk around the various wards.

She glanced into the corner ward from the doorway. The thin, 14-year-old boy lying unconscious on the bed moved slightly, and the gray-haired woman who had been dozing next to him immediately woke up. After nervously checking on the boy, she turned her back to the door, seemed to be muttering something to herself, and then lay down to rest again.

The nurse sighed softly and left.

Unbeknownst to her, after she walked away, two ghostly figures brazenly opened the door to the ward behind her and slipped inside.

Even before entering the ward, the taller one looked up and scanned the various corners of the corridor ceiling, seemingly searching for the location of the hospital's surveillance cameras.

Snapped!

The lights in the ward suddenly came on, and the mother, who had just fallen asleep again, woke up abruptly. She opened her eyes, thinking it was a nurse, but saw two unfamiliar figures, one tall and one short, standing beside her son's bed.

Two strangers, a man and a woman, were present. The man was very tall, easily 1.9 meters, while the woman appeared petite in comparison. But what terrified the mother was that they were both wearing masks with strange characters (it seemed to be some kind of script, but the woman didn't recognize them) on each of the four corners, as if they were scrutinizing her son, who had been in a coma for years, lying in his hospital bed.

She was about to cry out—

"Shh! Don't make a sound." The tall, masked man raised his hand, his voice muffled through the mask. He reached out to the seemingly sleeping boy on the hospital bed. "This is crucial. You don't want anything to happen to him, do you?"

The woman felt a blur before her eyes, and the masked, black-haired woman next to the man was now beside her, a seemingly delicate young girl's hand resting on her shoulder. It felt as if a mountain had crushed her; the woman sat back down without any resistance, whispering in terror, "You...you can take it out on me! Don't hurt him!"

Jing Yang didn't explain. He glanced at the 14-year-old vegetative boy on the hospital bed, reached out and pressed on the side of the boy's neck, leaving a five-pointed star pattern in rose gold.

The woman watched nervously, but in the blink of an eye, the tall masked man standing in front of the hospital bed, his fingers pressed against his son, suddenly disappeared into the night by the window, as if he had blended into the darkness.

The girl's hand on his shoulder, and that invisible pressure, had disappeared at some point.

The woman looked around in horror. Apart from her bedridden son and herself, the empty ward was filled only with the beeping of medical equipment, as if the masked man and woman who had just appeared were an illusion.

"Nurse..." The woman subconsciously pressed the call button by the bedside. Looking down, she saw that her son, who had been sleeping in the hospital bed for who knows how long, had opened his eyes.

With the help of a carefully extended hand, his son sat up in bed. He turned his head to look at the night outside the window and thought to himself: Success!

He turned to look at the woman by the bedside, who was so agitated she was speechless and at a loss for what to do. He smiled slightly, stretched out his finger, and gently traced the five-pointed star on the side of her neck with his neatly trimmed nail. The rose-gold five-pointed star mark shattered instantly.

A look of confusion crossed the son's eyes, but he quickly focused and recognized the haggard-looking woman supporting him. He asked in surprise, "Mom, what happened to you?"

"Ward 302, something happened..." The nurse rushed into the ward, and the corridor outside seemed to have become noisy as well. The nurse looked in surprise at the mother and son, who were embracing and weeping in the ward. "Your son is awake?"

The mother and son learned from the nurse that strange things had happened at the hospital that night.

Not only did her son, who had been in a vegetative state for a long time, wake up in this ward, but many patients in other wards also recovered one after another: patients recovering from emergency surgery found that their surgical wounds had suddenly disappeared; patients with fractures and casts had their bones completely healed and were yelling in the ward in the middle of the night that they wanted to break the annoying casts...

"The most incredible thing is that patient who had five toes amputated yesterday, her toes have actually grown back!"

The inpatient ward became lively at night, almost boiling over. News of the bizarre situation spread rapidly among patients, their families, and medical staff. In ward 302, a woman who was carefully feeding her son hot soup watched the figures hurrying past outside the ward and thought to herself: It must have been them!

It must have been a miracle performed by that mysterious masked man and woman... The woman didn't know how to thank them, nor whether she should tell others about their good deeds. So, with tears in her eyes, she silently remembered the figures of the man and woman in her heart, and kept the unfamiliar characters on their masks in her mind forever, under her son's questioning gaze.

"What kind of writing is on their masks?"

"It could just be a pattern."

The hospital's monitoring room was already filled with doctors in white coats. In the surveillance videos that had been retrieved, masked men and women moved like ghosts from one ward to another, moving from one ward to another in a minute at most. At this speed, let alone curing or saving lives with some kind of miracle, even shopping for clothes probably couldn't be done with this efficiency...

The chief physician zoomed in on the paused surveillance footage, which showed the man glancing up at the camera before entering room 302.

If these doctors and nurses could read Chinese characters, they would recognize that there is a character on each of the four corners of his mask: “混” (hùn), “乱” (luàn), “善” (shàn), and “良” (liáng).

……

A mask bearing the words "Chaotic Kindness" swayed like a fan in the night. On the top corner of the building opposite the inpatient department, Jingyang gazed at the brightly lit and bustling inpatient department building in the night.

Beside her, Xiao Di, wearing a mask with the Chinese characters "Healing on Behalf of Heaven," asked, "How did it go?"

"It was a great success; he didn't revert to a vegetable state," Jingyang said happily.

"This healing ability is truly amazing," Xiao Di commented.

“Indeed, it’s divine.” Jing Yang wholeheartedly agreed.

Jingyang placed the star icon on the side of the neck of the vegetative boy in ward 302, and then possessed and controlled him from a first-person perspective.

Jing Yang still hasn't figured out Xing Biao's mysterious and seemingly illogical healing abilities, but—the priority of possession control in Xing Biao's operating system is definitely very high, even the highest level. So Jing Yang guessed beforehand that as long as he could open his eyes while possessing the vegetative boy, it would prove that Xing Biao's healing ability had healed and repaired the unknown problems deep in the vegetative boy's brain in order to make this body meet the conditions for him to open his eyes. In other words, even if he released the possession control and removed Xing Biao, what would remain should be a completely healthy body and an awakened brain.

Since your star-marking ability can indeed cure vegetative patients, what else is there to say? Batra, you'd better read more news.

"Why are you looking at me?" Jingyang noticed Xiaodi's gaze beside him.

Behind the mask, Little Drop asked curiously, "Is Jingyang making amends? These past few days you've been absorbing death energy at the top of several hospitals and emergency centers, and you know you could have saved those people. So today you treated many extra people at the hospital to find peace of mind?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yang was greatly surprised. "Now that you mention it..." He pondered for a moment and said, "I haven't really thought about it carefully, but what you said makes sense!"

"Perhaps, that's true!" he laughed heartily. "What do I call this, the principle of the divine healer's conscience?"

Xiao Di thought for a moment and said, "This seems to be called hypocrisy. Or, feigned kindness?"

Jingyang reached out and grabbed Xiaodi's mask, pulling it out a little. After releasing it, the mask flicked lightly against Xiaodi's face. "I should say, this makes me have a little conscience, but not much."

"Oh." Xiao Di straightened her crooked mask.

"Let's go back to sleep. We'll read the newspaper tomorrow..." Jing Yang leaped into the air.

"And then?" Little Drop asked.

"And then? Then we rush off to the next city, YC!"

"Oh……"

In the darkness, the two men swiftly scaled the exterior wall of the building, much like Spider-Man.

Chapter 212 Natural Fang

"This, his treatment, the patient, him, this... it really worked!"

A few days later, in an intensive care unit of another hospital in a neighboring city, several doctors and nurses in white coats surrounded the bed tightly, but kept a certain distance from the masked man sitting beside it, as if afraid of disturbing his mysterious medical skills—although in their eyes, all the masked man was doing was pressing his right hand against the torso of the critically ill patient on the bed, which was covered with wires from medical instruments.

The masked man's right hand didn't even actually touch the patient. The nurse who was closest to him, with wide eyes, can attest to this.

Perhaps she got too close, because the masked man looked up, and the nurse smiled sheepishly and gestured with her phone.

The masked man didn't care about being filmed. In fact, it was precisely because he and his masked accomplice didn't care much about being caught on camera that their story spread rapidly from the hospitals in the neighboring city.

First came rumors, then newspaper reporters quickly followed up. After obtaining surveillance video from the hospital, these successive medical miracles quickly occupied the front pages of major newspapers and triggered a series of investigative reports.

The patient in front of us was admitted to the emergency room two months ago. After several hours of resuscitation and multiple surgeries, he barely managed to maintain basic vital signs, but he is still unable to leave the intensive care unit and is not out of danger.

The doctors wanted to proceed with the new surgical plan, but the patient was simply too weak to withstand any further strain. In other words, whether this critically injured patient could recover depended on his willpower while unconscious and a bit of luck.

And his luck seemed to be pretty good, as he happened to run into the "masked medic duo" today.

Jing Yang, one of the "Masked Doctors," placed his right hand on the chest of a critically injured patient covered with wires from medical instruments. A dense mass of energy, invisible to the naked eye, emanated from the medical staff around him and behind him. This energy merged with the thin layer of energy on the unconscious patient's skin, seemingly continuously infusing him with power.

In the eyes of Xiao Di, the second of the "Masked Doctors," the moment Jing Yang injected the enhanced Qi from his right hand into the weak and injured patient on the sickbed who could die at any moment, the already faint Qi that would have naturally dissipated above the patient's head immediately gathered.

This person has been forcibly entered into 'entanglement', Xiao Di thought to herself.

Spending every day with Jingyang, one can often hear and see his thoughts on developing enhancement-type healing abilities during cultivation and leisure time. Similar to Xingbiao's healing ability, Jingyang's enhancement-type "Palm Immortal Technique" mainly heals by forcibly activating and greatly enhancing the injured person's own "self-healing ability".

However, the fact that some injured people are already extremely weak cannot be explained by the fact that "the injured people's own potential and vitality are used to heal themselves." Jingyang also did not find that when Kurapika was almost exhausted, he recovered with the help of the Star Mark and suffered a backlash of "overdraft of vitality." This raises the question of what the energy source of the Star Mark's extreme healing effect is, and Jingyang is still unable to figure it out.

Jingyang was stuck at this step when he was developing the enhancement-type healing ability.

However, he has now given up completely mimicking the healing power of the star.

Since no source of healing energy can be found for the starred target, let's settle for second best and use our own Qi instead. When the target's Qi is in good condition, Jingyang's "Palm Immortal Technique" will force the target into a state of entanglement and then encourage the target's Qi to heal itself. Only when the target is truly exhausted will Jingyang expend his own Qi to pour in enhanced Qi full of healing effects.

At this moment, Jingyang is using the second method.

This seriously injured patient, for whom conventional medical treatments had little effect, has been out of danger and is showing significant improvement after receiving Jingyang's healing energy. His breathing has also become stronger.

"It consumed about 2000 units of my Qi." Jing Yang withdrew his hand, his expression behind the mask slightly puzzled. This amount was equivalent to the total Qi of 20 of his previous selves when he first transmigrated.

In the future, I will avoid touching such troublesome and exhausting "patients" as much as possible!

Jingyang winked at Xiaodi in the corner of the ward, and the two walked together toward the ward door. All the medical staff respectfully parted to make way for them.

The hospital corridor was also crowded with onlookers. When the "masked doctor" duo came out, they immediately became noisy. Many people excitedly tried to rush up, whether to ask for autographs or to kidnap them, but of course, they all came up empty-handed. The two people who were clearly standing there just moments ago had vanished into thin air.

Behind them, Jingyang and Xiaodi ran almost horizontally along the corridor walls toward the stairwell.

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