This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The two men made up an excuse, saying they were the patient's classmates and wanted to go in to see him one last time.

Seeing that they were of similar age and that the family members were exhausted from crying, the nurse sighed and made an exception.

In the ward, only the cold ticking of the medical equipment remained.

The young man lay quietly on the bed, his face devoid of color, like a wax figure.

"I'll protect you, concentrate." Zhang Chen closed the door behind him and quickly instructed in a low voice, "Place your hand on his forehead, close your eyes, and visualize the power around your body."

"Don't try to control it, that's too massive. Just think about taking a small portion, like a thread, and sending it in to light the way for it."

Wang Xiaoer nodded, took a deep breath, and walked to the bedside.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently pressed it against the young man's cold forehead.

It was ice-cold to the touch, lacking the warmth a living person should have.

Wang Xiaoer closed his eyes.

Following Zhang Chen's instructions, he focused his mind into his body.

That vast, boundless fortune reappeared in his perception.

"Give him a little, to save his life."

He was silent.

As if it understood his prayer, a thin golden thread, as fine as a hair, separated from the golden ocean on its own.

It obediently followed Wang Xiaoer's thoughts, flowing through his arm and gathering at his fingertips.

Invade!

The moment that golden thread pierced the young man's forehead.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The electrocardiogram monitor, which was originally so faint as to be almost inaudible, suddenly emitted a rapid alarm!

The almost horizontal line on the screen suddenly jumped violently upwards, drawing an exaggerated peak!

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The alarm stopped, and in its place came a strong, steady, and vibrant heartbeat.

On the hospital bed, a faint blush appeared on the young man's pale cheeks at a visible speed.

Beneath his tightly closed eyelids, his eyeballs seemed to move slightly.

Even more amazing things happened to Wang Xiaoer himself.

After that wisp of energy was transferred out, he did not feel any deficiency or weakness.

Instead, he felt the ocean of fortune around him, which had been somewhat turbulent, suddenly shrink inward!

It was as if a piece of jumbled pig iron had been smashed hard by a giant hammer weighing thousands of pounds.

Countless impurities are hammered out and vanish without a trace.

The remaining fortune became more solid and pure, and the golden light changed from its original brilliance to a deeper and heavier one.

If the previous fortune was a vast ocean, then now it's a lake of mercury.

The total quantity may seem to have decreased, but the quality and density have undergone a dramatic change!

Virtue matches one's position; good people are rewarded.

The four words, "mysterious and profound," received their most direct confirmation at this moment.

"He...he has a heartbeat! Doctor! Doctor, come quick! My son has a heartbeat!"

Outside the door, the mother, who had just come to her senses, saw the changes on the monitor through the glass window of the door and let out a scream that was a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief.

The corridor instantly descended into chaos.

Doctors and nurses rushed in.

Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen exchanged a glance, and taking advantage of the chaos, quietly left the ward and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

……

When I got back to the office, it was already dawn.

Both of them hadn't slept all night and were exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Wang Xiaoer slumped on the sofa, still somewhat dazed.

Zhang Chen brewed himself a pot of strong tea, showing no intention of going to sleep, because he suddenly remembered that there was an event in the game today, and he was just waiting to log in.

Just then, a rapid telephone ring broke the morning's tranquility.

It's Zhang Chen's phone.

He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Senior brother?"

He answered the phone.

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Come to the provincial capital quickly!"

"Something's happened at Zhenlongjing!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chen's usual nonchalant expression vanished.

The bloodshot eyes and weariness vanished, replaced by a heavy, impending storm.

Wang Xiaoer had never seen him look like this before.

"Sleep in the car," Zhang Chen said in a low voice, tinged with helplessness. "Let's pack our things and head to the provincial capital right away!"

Wang Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat. Without asking any questions, he immediately jumped up from the sofa.

He knew something must have happened.

Fifteen minutes later, a taxi sped through the morning mist, heading towards the high-speed rail station.

The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive.

Wang Xiaoer finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Brother Chen, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Chen rubbed his temples, his gaze fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

"In the old city of the provincial capital, there is an ancient well with a history of several hundred years."

His voice carried a sense of remoteness.

"That well isn't for drawing water."

"That was used to suppress a vicious dragon vein."

"Dragon-Suppressing Well? There really is a dragon down there?" Wang Xiaoer's eyes widened, feeling as if he were listening to a myth.

"It's not a real dragon." Zhang Chen shook his head and corrected him, "It's a water dragon that has gone astray. It cultivates by devouring earth energy and resentment, and it's almost ready to become a force to be reckoned with."

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious.

"Once this thing appears, it will surely bring floods and plagues, disrupting the fortunes of an entire province. Countless people will die then; it will be an immeasurable calamity!"

Wang Xiaoer felt a chill run down his spine.

He never imagined that such a terrifying thing was hidden beneath the calm surface of the modern city.

"My sect, Longhu Mountain, has had disciples for generations responsible for guarding the Zhenlong Well, and it has been peaceful for hundreds of years."

"My senior brother came up and said one sentence: 'The well is about to be opened.'"

Zhang Chen's fists clenched unconsciously on his knees.

"This shows that the situation is completely out of control."

The taxi arrived at the high-speed rail station.

The ticket hall was packed with people, and the electronic screen was a glaring red.

"All tickets to the provincial capital are sold out within the next twelve hours." The ticket seller's formulaic voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.

Zhang Chen's face instantly darkened.

Is this fate?

Seeing his anxious expression, Wang Xiaoer also felt anxious.

He subconsciously muttered to himself: "Give me two tickets, give me two tickets quickly!"

Just as they were about to turn around and leave, trying to find another means of transportation.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker in the lobby came on.

"Attention passengers, due to a last-minute ticket cancellation, there are currently two business class tickets remaining for train G*** to the provincial capital. Passengers who need these tickets are requested to proceed to window number one to purchase them as soon as possible."

The moment the announcement ended, the entire hall fell silent for a second.

Zhang Chen turned around abruptly and exchanged a glance with Wang Xiaoer; both of their eyes were filled with astonishment.

The next second, Zhang Chen reacted, grabbed Wang Xiaoer, and ran wildly toward window number one.

"You little brat..."

As he ran, he muttered a curse, a mixture of laughter and tears.

This luck is simply unreasonable!

After successfully collecting their tickets, the two rushed onto the high-speed train just before the last minute of the ticket check-in period.

The carriage was quiet, and the business class seats were even less crowded.

Zhang Chen had just sat down when his phone vibrated again.

He was his senior.

"Junior brother! Where are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was clearly anxious, with the background sounds of whistling wind and some muffled exclamations.

"Just got on the high-speed train, we'll be there in an hour!" Zhang Chen asked anxiously, "How's the situation?"

"I can't take it anymore! I can't control it at all!"

The senior's voice was hoarse and filled with despair.

"The blue stone slabs that were suppressing the well have all cracked, and malevolent energy is gushing out like a fountain!"

"Several junior brothers just tried to get closer to check the situation, but they were hit by the evil energy and immediately lost consciousness. They haven't woken up yet!"