My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo arrived at the city lord's mansion.

The study wasn't large, but it was decorated quite elegantly.

Zhou Desheng had obviously just left; the water in the teacup was still warm.

Lin Mo sat down at the table and tore open the letter.

The handwriting on the letter was still messy, but it was neater than before.

It's probably because he became a top-tier alchemist that he even took writing seriously.

It started with a long string of compliments.

"Your Majesty, I am deeply honored and humbled by Your Majesty's favor, which allows me to take charge of the Alchemy Association..."

Yin Xue leaned over for a look and burst out laughing.

"When did this old man learn to speak like a human being? 'Your Majesty, may you rest in peace,' and 'I am filled with trepidation'? The last time we met, he called you a little brat."

Lin Mo did not laugh.

His gaze skipped over the pleasantries and continued reading.

"I owe my current status entirely to Your Majesty's patronage. I have no way to repay you in this life but to do my utmost to prepare every medicine and every prescription for Your Majesty..."

Yin Xue smiled again.

"This old man, at first he would treat making medicine like it was his life, but now he's showing his loyalty."

Lin Mo continued reading.

[Having heard that Your Majesty is about to depart for the Dragon Clan, I humbly request that Your Majesty bring back some Dragon Spiral Root. This herb grows only in the Dragon Clan's territory, its roots deeply embedded beneath the dragon's nest, absorbing dragon breath to survive, and possessing extremely strong regenerative effects.]

[If this medicine can be obtained, combined with the new formula I am currently developing, the treatment effect can be increased several times. Your Majesty, please take note if it is convenient.]

Lin Mo wrote down the name.

Dragon's Whirl Root.

Yin Xue nodded in agreement.

"Dragon Spiral Root is a good thing. That stuff is indeed only found among dragons, but it's not that rare. It's just that those big lizards keep a close eye on it."

Lin Mo continued reading the last paragraph of the letter.

[Since the last message, I have delivered two more doses of medicine. The process went smoothly, and losses were within a manageable range. However, I am unsure of the situation over there, as I could not witness it myself and can only infer from the compass readings that the medicine has been safely delivered. If Your Majesty has the opportunity, please inform me of the situation there, so that I may be at ease.]

Lin Mo put down the letter and took a deep breath.

The medicine has arrived.

twice.

smoothly.

Losses are controllable.

He should be at ease.

But he couldn't let it go.

How did Mom fare after taking the medicine?

Are you feeling better?

Can you get out of bed and walk a few steps now?

Does the surgical wound still hurt?

Where's Dad? Are we still worried about the follow-up treatment costs?

Has that "best medical team" that the tycoon mentioned arrived yet?

According to the archbishop, the wealthy man was a descendant of Zhou Yue.

He should be informed about this.

Yin Xue sat on his shoulder, looking at his profile.

His face was expressionless, but she had known him for so long that she knew what lay beneath that face.

She sighed.

"Alright."

Lin Mo turned his head.

Yin Xue pouted, her little face bearing an expression that said, "This king is just too soft-hearted."

"In consideration of your help in retrieving my soul, I can now help you... take a look at that world."

Lin Mo was taken aback.

"Isn't it said that the stronger I am, the more deeply I'm tied to this world? Can I still go back now?"

Yin Xue waved his hand.

"Go back? Dream on. You're level 71 now. Last time you were only level 50-something and you almost had a problem delivering medicine. If you dare to extend your consciousness over there now, you won't last a second."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment.

Yin Xue was telling the truth.

He still remembers the feeling of rejection and pull from the world when he delivered the medicine last time.

Back then, he was only level 50-something. Now he's level 71, and he's even more deeply bound.

Yin Xue spoke again: "That's why I said I'd take a look, not go back."

Lin Mo frowned.

"What do you think?"

Blood flew up from his shoulder and floated to the center of the table.

A rare serious expression appeared on her small face.

"My strength has recovered considerably. Now I can try to set up a projection. It's not about your consciousness going there, but about projecting the scene from over there over here."

She paused.

"But it requires your mental strength to locate it, as well as the essence of two level 80 Beast Kings."

She held up two fingers.

"The consumption is also enormous. And they can only look, not speak, and cannot touch anything."

Lin Mo remained silent for three seconds.

"Okay. Even just a glance is fine."

He took out two essences from his pocket.

It was brought out from the palace's treasure room; it's level 80 or higher and of superior quality.

Lin Mo himself no longer needs the essence of this level.

He originally intended it to be food for Mianmian, but now this matter is obviously more important.

Yin Xue took the essence, held it in her little paws, and flew to him.

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

"Your mental focus needs to be on your mother, the clearer the better, so that the projection will be accurate."

Lin Mo nodded. He was thinking about it all the time and there was absolutely no way he could forget.

Seeing Lin Mo's insistence, Yin Xue also began to set up the formation.

"Oh, right."

She spoke suddenly, without looking up.

"That wealthy man, didn't you say he was Zhou Yue's descendant?"

Lin Mo opened his eyes.

"Um."

"Should we call Zhou Yue out to take a look too?"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

Then he looked down at the black sword at his waist.

"senior."

There was a moment of silence within the black sword.

Then Zhou Yue's voice came out, somewhat hoarse and hesitant.

"Are my descendants... really... still alive? Can I really see them?"

Yin Xue didn't even raise his head.

"Of course, would I need to lie to you? But you can only look, not speak, and you can't touch anything."

Black Sword remained silent for a while.

"Thank you."

Zhou Yue's voice was very soft.

Yin Xue pursed his lips and continued drawing runes.

Lin Mo stood to the side, watching the blood-red patterns gradually spread across the ground.

Mianmian peeked out from her arms, curiously looking at the glowing lines, gesturing with her little paws in mid-air.

Zhou Yue did not speak again.

But Lin Mo could sense a gaze within the black sword.

Together with him, they stared at the formation that was about to take shape.

The final stroke was made.

Yin Xue floated to the center of the formation, took a deep breath, and opened his arms.

A crimson light surged from her body, enveloping the two essences.

The two essences melted into blood, which flowed into the runes on the ground.

The runes lit up one after another.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

"Lin Mo, mental power!"

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into that familiar void, searching for that distant direction.

His spiritual power transformed into a thin thread, extending in that direction, ever onward.

Through the void, through the barriers, through the endless darkness between the two worlds.

found it.

A burst of light exploded in his mind.

He opened his eyes.

Before me, a blurry mass of light and shadow was slowly taking shape.

The outline of a room appeared on the light screen.

Lin Mo was all too familiar with that room.

The living room wasn't big, and the sofa was the old one, with some cracks in the leather and a faded cushion underneath.

On the coffee table sat the teacup with a chipped corner; my father had used it for over a decade and couldn't bear to throw it away.

The television was an old-fashioned one with a small screen, placed on a TV stand, which was crammed with various medicine boxes and medical records.

This little house has felt rather deserted since my mother fell ill.

But now, the setting sun shining through the window adds a touch of warmth.

Yin Xue nestled on Lin Mo's shoulder, her blood-red eyes fixed on the light screen, unusually silent.

Mianmian peeked out from her arms, her eight compound eyes blinking as she curiously looked at that unfamiliar world.

Zhou Yue's soul drifted out of the black sword at some unknown time.

He stood behind Lin Mo, his translucent body gleaming faintly in the light and shadow of the setting sun.

The group of people stood motionless in the study of the city lord's mansion, staring at the light screen.

Yin Xue spoke, her voice unusually gentle: "It seems your mother has been discharged from the hospital."

Lin Mo nodded.

He looked at the familiar living room on the screen, and his throat tightened.

I've been discharged from the hospital and am home.

I no longer need to sleep in that hospital bed, no longer need to hear the ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor, and no longer need to smell the disinfectant.

She went home.