After the divorce, my identity as a miracle doctor was exposed.

The provincial capital, the Zhao family mansion.

The mourning hall was set up overnight.

A huge black-and-white portrait was placed in the center, and Zhao Tianhu's fleshy face looked particularly ferocious in the candlelight.

The plaque bearing the inscription "Family of Accumulated Virtues," which had been nailed to a corpse and stained with blood, had been removed and chopped into firewood.

"Snapped!"

A fine purple clay teacup was smashed hard against the Zhao family steward's forehead, causing blood to flow instantly.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Zhao Wuji, the patriarch of the Zhao family, stood before the mourning hall, his eyes bloodshot, like a ravenous wolf ready to devour its prey. His usual refined facade had been completely shattered, leaving only utterly depraved rage.

"The second brother brought dozens of men, armed with guns, and they couldn't even stop that kid's car? Instead, they were hung up like dried meat in front of my house?"

Zhao Wuji roared, his voice echoing in the mourning hall, causing the Zhao family elders kneeling on both sides to tremble in fear.

"Patriarch...Patriarch, that Lin Yu is a tough nut to crack."

The butler, ignoring the blood on his head, said in a trembling voice, "I heard he's a martial arts expert and even knows sorcery... Should we just mobilize the family's 'Death Squad' and go to that haunted house tonight to chop him up?"

"Chop my ass! Are you a pig-brain?"

Zhao Wuji kicked the butler to the ground. "Even a grandmaster like Yan Zhen was killed by him, and you're going to deliver vegetables? The eyes of the entire city are on the Zhao family now. I'll say it again, do you even have any face left for the Zhao family?"

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He was a ruthless and ambitious man, not a reckless fool.

Since the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft approach.

In this small corner of the provincial capital, the Zhao family is the law!

"Pass on my 'Zhao Character Order'!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was cold and sinister, each word like a knife:

"First, notify the provincial pharmaceutical association, the industry and commerce bureau, and the health bureau. I want all of Lin Yu's 'Huichuntang' branches to close today! Make up any excuse—fire safety violations, selling counterfeit medicine—the more disgusting the better!"

"Secondly, spread the word. Anyone who dares to sell Lin Yu a single medicinal herb, anyone who dares to deliver a brick to his construction site, is making an enemy of the Zhao family! I'll make sure they can't spend their money!"

"third……"

Zhao Wuji sneered and glanced at his subordinate beside him. "Go and make sure that food delivery platform, the water and electricity companies are all taken care of. I'm going to cut off their water and electricity! Make sure they can't even get a hot meal!"

"Isn't he arrogant? Isn't he a miracle doctor?"

"I'll see if he can still be as tough as he was yesterday if I starve him for three days!"

"Yes! The patriarch is wise!"

His men readily accepted the order, revealing cruel smiles.

This kind of subtle, insidious torture is more agonizing than outright murder. In this society, without resources, you can't move an inch!

……

The next morning.

Qianlong Villa.

Sunlight streamed in through the dilapidated window.

Su Qianxue woke up groggily and found herself huddled outside Lin Yu's room all night. Although her back ached, the fear of being watched by a ghost had indeed disappeared.

"woke up?"

The door opened.

Lin Yu came out.

After a night of "devouring evil cultivation," he looked radiant, his skin glowing, and his eyes so deep that no one dared to look directly at him.

Although the aura of a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator was restrained, the naturally emanating pressure still made Su Qianxue subconsciously lower her head.

"Good morning... good morning, sir." Su Qianxue quickly got up, dusted herself off, and said, "I'll make you breakfast."

Although the villa was a bit dilapidated, fortunately, Liu Hongyan had a full set of kitchen utensils and a generator delivered yesterday.

Ten minutes later.

Su Qianxue's anxious voice came from the kitchen:

"What happened? Why is there no water?"

"The gas stove won't light either?"

Lin Yu sat on the dusty sofa in the living room (which Su Qianxue hadn't had time to wipe yet), his brows slightly furrowed.

Just then, the villa's door was hurriedly pushed open.

Liu Hongyan rushed in, her high heels clicking. The usually composed queen was now covered in sweat, her makeup ruined, and she was clutching her phone tightly.

"Sir! Something's happened!"

Liu Hongyan's voice was urgent, even tinged with a sob:

"Just now, several pharmacies we recently acquired, as well as our flagship store which is currently under renovation, were all shut down! More than a dozen teams from the industry and commerce bureau, fire department, and health department came simultaneously, sealed off the premises, and even threatened to detain our store managers!"

"Also, the supplier of the renovation materials we ordered would rather pay a penalty than deliver! They say the Zhao family has warned that anyone who dares to do business with us will be ruined in the provincial capital!"

Su Qianxue ran out of the kitchen, her face filled with terror:

"The Zhao family? It's the Zhao family again? No wonder the water and gas were cut off... They're trying to trap us!"

Liu Hongyan gritted her teeth, trembling with anger:

"That's not all! I just tried to order breakfast delivery for my husband, but the order was canceled! The note said, 'The Zhao family has ordered that even the dogs of Qianlong Manor won't be delivered!'"

"They've imposed a city-wide lockdown! They're trying to starve and thirst us to death on this mountain!"

Too bad!

That's absolutely amazing!

This is the foundation of the wealthy families in the provincial capital.

They don't need to use knives or guns; they can turn you into an island in this modern city with just a few words.

Upon hearing this, Su Qianxue's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

despair.

An overwhelming sense of despair.

This is the middle of nowhere. If there is no water, no electricity, and no food, how many days can they survive?

"Lin Yu...are we...are we really finished?" Su Qianxue asked, her voice trembling with tears. "Should we...go and apologize to the Zhao family?"

Lin Yu's expression remained unchanged after hearing all this.

He even gave a slight chuckle.

"Apologize?"

Lin Yu stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling outline of the provincial capital in the distance.

"Zhao Wuji's 'scorched earth' strategy is quite skillful."

"Unfortunately, he doesn't know who he's playing with."

Lin Yu turned around, looked at the two flustered women, and spoke calmly as if he were saying that the weather was nice today:

"Hongyan, don't panic. Since they won't sell us the medicinal herbs, that's perfect, it saves us money."

"As for meals..."

Lin Yu rubbed his stomach; he was indeed a little hungry.

"Mistress Su, go and prepare the car."

Su Qianxue was taken aback: "Where to? There are Zhao family spies everywhere outside. We'll be beaten to death if we go out!"

"Go to the war sanatorium."

Lin Yu straightened his collar, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Someone wants to starve me to death."

"But there are also people who are begging me to come and have this meal."

"Moreover, Zhao Wuji not only didn't dare to stop me from eating, he also had to kneel down and watch me eat."

……

At the same time.

The Special-Grade Sanatorium of the War Department is located in the western suburbs of the provincial capital.

Here, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, and the venue was completely surrounded by heavily armed guards.

Outside the VIP ward, a crowd of bigwigs, each carrying Venus on their shoulders, stood anxiously, looking as if they had lost their parents.

"What happened? The old commander was fine yesterday, how come he suddenly stopped working?"

A middle-aged man dressed in a general's uniform roared at the dean.

The dean wiped away cold sweat, so frightened he almost knelt down:

"General Chen... General Chen, this really isn't our fault! It was... it was that imperial physician from the capital, Master Mo. He said he would give the old commander strong medicine, and then..."

In the ward.

An old man dressed in a Tang suit with a white beard was sweating profusely as he held a silver needle, his hands trembling like a leaf.

He was Mo Wentian, one of the four most famous doctors in the capital.

He's usually so arrogant, but today he's panicked like a dog.

Lying on his sickbed, Chen Xiaotian, the once mighty war god who once shook China, was now ashen-faced, with black blood seeping from his seven orifices, and the heart rate monitor was frantically alarming!

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

"It's over...it's all over..."

Mo Wentian plopped down on the ground, silver needles scattered everywhere. "The medicine was too strong, and he can't handle the nourishment... The old commander is... is going to die!"

Just then.

The ward door was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Ling'er rushed in, her eyes red, phone in hand, and screamed at the end of the line with heart-wrenching despair:

"Lin Yu!! Where are you?! Please come quickly! My grandfather is dying!!"

"If you can save my grandfather, I'll give you anything, not just the medal, but the entire Chen family!!"

On the other end of the phone, Lin Yu's calm and slightly lazy voice came through:

"Don't rush."

"Prepare breakfast. Add two extra eggs."

"I'll be right there."