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

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Qinglong Mountain, on the western outskirts of the provincial capital.

This area is shrouded in mist year-round and is not marked on maps; navigation will automatically block the signal when you reach the foot of the mountain.

Only those truly at the top of the pyramid know that this is the Jiangnan Military Region's Special-Grade Sanatorium.

Those who live here are either retired high-ranking officials or decorated old generals. A single stomp of their feet could cause an earthquake throughout the entire Jiangnan province.

A black Maybach covered in mud was speeding along the winding mountain road.

In the driver's seat, Su Qianxue's palms were covered in cold sweat as she gripped the steering wheel.

"Lin...Lin Yu, can we really go in?"

Her voice trembled as she looked at the heavily armed sentry posts and the armored vehicles with heavy machine guns mounted ahead:

"This is a military restricted area! Although the Zhao family has blocked us, if we try to force our way in, we'll be shot dead on the spot!"

She thought Lin Yu was desperate and wanted to try his luck or seek refuge here.

After all, in her eyes, Lin Yu knew Chen Ling'er, but that was all—he "knew" her. How could a doctor just casually enter a place of this caliber?

Lin Yu sat in the back seat, wiping his fingers with a wet wipe (they might have been dusty last night), without looking up.

"Drive on. Don't stop."

"But……"

Su Qianxue looked at the dark gun barrel in front of her and instinctively wanted to step on the brakes.

Just then.

The guards at the checkpoint saw the Maybach's license plate—the one Chen Ling'er had specifically instructed them to use.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of feet clicking in unison.

Several guards stood at attention and gave the Maybach a standard military salute!

The solemnity and gravity of that moment left Su Qianxue's mind blank.

The roadblock rises automatically.

The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened.

The Maybach drove straight in without any obstruction.

Su Qianxue stared blankly at the guards who were seeing them off through the rearview mirror.

She recalled the thugs from the Zhao family who had been swaggering around with steel pipes yesterday, and then looked at the steel torrent here that represented the will of the nation.

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside me.

The Zhao family has imposed a blacklist?

Faced with true power, the Zhao family's censorship is as ridiculous as children playing house!

And Lin Yu... who exactly is he? Why can he move freely even in a place like this?

……

Deep within the sanatorium, in the No. 1 special care building.

At this point, the hallway was in complete chaos.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and disinfectant, along with a suffocating sense of despair.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

Chen Ling'er rushed out of the gate like a madwoman, just in time to see Lin Yu's car stop.

Forgetting all about appearances, she rushed over, flung open the car door, and tears streamed down her face.

"Lin Yu! Quick! Grandpa's coughing up blood! It won't stop! That old man Mo said Grandpa's dying!"

At this moment, Chen Ling'er was no longer the arrogant and domineering person she used to be; all that remained was the helplessness of a granddaughter about to lose her loved ones.

Lin Yu got out of the car, glanced at Chen Ling'er's tear-streaked face, and said calmly:

"Why are you crying? I'm here, he won't die."

These words acted like a stabilizing force, instantly calming Chen Ling'er's emotions.

"Mistress Su, grab the medicine box and follow us."

Lin Yu gave an instruction.

Su Qianxue hurriedly picked up the heavy mahogany medicine box from the trunk (which actually contained pills and silver needles made in a pressure cooker), lowered her head, and followed behind like a little follower.

She walked down the red-carpeted corridor, looking at the big shots on both sides, the ones she usually only saw on the news, with Venus on their shoulders, standing there with solemn expressions, not daring to breathe.

She felt her legs going weak.

Is this the true elite circle of the provincial capital?

Push open the door to the special care ward.

A strong aura of death swept over us.

Lying on his sickbed, the once mighty war god Chen Xiaotian was now as thin as a stick, his face a strange, ashen color. Black blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and even his ears.

That's a sign that the internal organs are failing.

Beside the hospital bed stood an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a Tang suit.

Mo Wentian, the imperial physician of the capital.

At this moment, the nationally renowned doctor was sweating profusely, his hand gripping the silver needles, yet he hesitated to strike. His hands trembled, and his eyes were filled with panic and a cunning attempt to shirk responsibility.

"Master Mo! What happened?"

A middle-aged general with two stars on his shoulder (Chen Ling'er's father, Chen Weiguo) roared angrily.

Mo Wentian wiped his sweat, sighed, and shook his head with a sorrowful expression:

"General Chen, please forgive my inability to help. This is a flare-up of a hidden injury sustained on the battlefield years ago, coupled with his advanced age; he's nearing the end of his life... I just used the 'Nine Needles of Resurrection' to forcibly prolong his life, but alas... fate is unavoidable!"

"Prepare for your funeral."

boom!

These words struck like a bolt from the blue.

Chen Weiguo swayed and almost fell.

The other generals and doctors in the room also lowered their heads, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

"fart!!"

Chen Ling'er stormed in, pointing her finger at Mo Wentian and yelling, "It was clearly you who pricked Grandpa with that needle that made him vomit blood! You're a quack! You killed my grandpa!"

"Ling'er! Don't be rude!" Chen Weiguo scolded. "Master Mo is a national champion; he's done his best..."

A flash of annoyance crossed Mo Wentian's eyes, and he coldly snorted:

"Miss Chen, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I've practiced medicine for fifty years and saved countless lives. Even a miracle worker would be speechless at the old chief's condition! Are you questioning my medical skills, or are you questioning the authority of a major hospital in Beijing?"

With this serious accusation leveled against them, the Chen family members immediately fell silent.

Just then.

I don't know if the great immortal would shake his head.

"But I haven't shaken my head yet, so who dares to say he's dead?"

A cool, languid voice abruptly broke into the somber atmosphere.

Everyone turned around abruptly.

Lin Yu strolled in leisurely, hands in his pockets. Su Qianxue followed behind, clutching her medicine box, her heart pounding with trepidation.

"Who are you?"

Mo Wentian frowned, looking at the excessively young intruder with disdain. "This is the intensive care unit. Unauthorized personnel, get out! Which medical school intern are you from? Don't you know the rules?"

Chen Ling'er, however, grasped at Lin Yu's sleeve as if it were a lifeline:

"Lin Yu! You're finally here! Quick! Save Grandpa!"

"Lin Yu?"

Chen Weiguo frowned. "Ling'er, is this the legendary doctor from Jiangzhou you were talking about? So young? Nonsense!"

Even the imperial physicians in the capital have sentenced him to death, so what's the use of finding some greenhorn?

Lin Yu ignored the crowd's doubts.

He walked straight to the bedside, reached out and flipped Chen Xiaotian's eyelids, then looked at the blood-stained cotton ball in the trash can next to him.

"Tsk."

Lin Yu clicked his tongue in disgust.

He turned to look at Mo Wentian:

"Did you use the 'burning mountain fire' technique to puncture his 'Guanyuan' acupoint, trying to forcibly raise his Qi?"

Mo Wentian was taken aback, then said arrogantly, "You do have some discernment. This is a legitimate method of prolonging life in traditional Chinese medicine..."

"Orthodox my ass."

Lin Yu interrupted him without hesitation, "The patient is already suffering from yang excess and yin deficiency, and the evil energy in his body has not been eliminated. Your needle is like pouring a bucket of gasoline into a pot of boiling oil."

"You're not saving him, you're just trying to make him die faster than he could have."

"You! You brat! How dare you lecture an old man like me?"

Mo Wentian's beard trembled wildly. "When I was treating the top leader of the central government, you were still wearing open-crotch pants! Do you even know anything about Yin and Yang or the Five Elements?"

Lin Yu was too lazy to waste words with him.

He turned to look at Chen Ling'er:

"Where's the breakfast I asked you to prepare?"

The entire audience was stunned.

breakfast?

The old commander is almost dead, and you still want to eat breakfast?

Chen Ling'er was also stunned for a moment, but she had a blind trust in Lin Yu, so she quickly took out a bowl of hot congee with preserved egg and lean pork, as well as two peeled boiled eggs from the thermos next to her.

"Here...here..."

"Hmm, not bad."

Lin Yu nodded, and to everyone's astonishment, he actually pulled up a chair, sat down by the hospital bed, picked up the porridge, and slowly took a sip.

"The flavor is a bit bland."

Lin Yu commented.

"Damn it!!"

Chen Weiguo finally lost his temper, drew his pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Lin Yu. "Kid! Are you trying to toy with the Chen family? Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"

Mo Wentian sneered repeatedly: "This is the so-called 'miracle doctor'? He's just a madman reincarnated from a starving ghost!"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun.

Lin Yu calmly continued peeling the eggs.

He casually placed the peeled eggshells on Chen Xiaotian's bedside table, then said indifferently:

"What's the rush?"

"If I don't eat my fill, how will I have the strength to snatch people from the clutches of the King of Hell?"

After saying that, he shoved the egg in his hand into his mouth.

At the same time, his right hand moved with lightning speed, his fingers like swords, and he struck Chen Xiaotian's "Shanzhong" acupoint on his chest!

"wake up!"

A low shout, like a spring thunderclap.

puff--!

Chen Xiaotian, who had stopped breathing, suddenly sprang up from the bed and sprayed a mouthful of jet-black blood precisely onto Mo Wentian's snow-white Tang suit!

"Cough cough cough... Hungry... I'm starving..."

Chen Xiaotian opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was that he was hungry.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was watching the young man who was still chewing on an egg, completely unaware that the gun in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Lin Yu swallowed the egg and pushed the remaining bowl of porridge in front of Chen Xiaotian:

"Eat up. We just saved your life, you need to eat it while it's hot."