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

Outside the presidential suite, guards stood every three steps and sentries every five. A chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

A man nearly two meters tall, as muscular as a black bear, stood blocking the carved gate. He wore a black tactical vest, and his calloused hands were always pressed against the bulge at his waist—where the real weapon was definitely hidden.

"Old Li, is this the miracle doctor you found?"

The burly man, nicknamed "Iron Tower," was the head of the security team responsible for the old leader's safety. He looked down at Lin Yu with the disdainful gaze one might give a piece of trash: covered in mud, wearing a cheap, low-quality windbreaker and canvas shoes.

"Are you kidding me? A beggar like you can enter a place like this? Get out!"

Just as Li Changqing was about to wipe his sweat and explain, Lin Yu stepped forward expressionlessly, completely ignoring the imposing gaze of the iron tower, and spoke calmly:

"An old fracture of the third cervical vertebra is compressing a nerve. On rainy days, my left arm feels numb and tingly. In the last two weeks, you've probably started experiencing temporary blurred vision, right?"

The Eiffel Tower's previously expressionless stone face froze instantly.

The pupils contracted violently to the size of pinpoints!

This was an old wound he sustained on the border battlefield, classified as top secret; no one except the military medic knew about it. But this kid… he saw right through it?

Taking advantage of the tower's momentary lapse in concentration, Lin Yu sidestepped and slipped under its iron-like arm, leaving behind a casual remark:

"If you don't want to be paralyzed in six months, stay guard at the door. Don't let anyone in to disturb me."

The tower shuddered; this time, he actually forgot to stop him.

……

Upon entering the room, a nauseating stench assaulted my senses. It was the smell of rotting flesh mixed with a high concentration of Western medicine.

On the large mahogany bed lay an elderly man with a withered face. Around the bed were three experts in white coats with gray hair, arguing heatedly over the data on the screen.

"No! The toxin is spreading too quickly! Amputation is necessary immediately!"

The lead bald expert, brandishing the X-ray, roared, spitting as he spoke, "The gas has already passed the knee! If we don't amputate the leg soon, the gas will attack the heart, and the commander will die within half an hour!"

"Amputation?"

A chilling voice abruptly interrupted, "Amputating his leg won't help. The poison is in the bone marrow, not in the flesh. If you saw off his leg, the murderous aura will surge to his head instantly, and he'll only die faster, and in excruciating pain."

The experts turned around abruptly and saw Lin Yu, who looked shabby and poor, and were immediately enraged.

"Which department are you an intern from? Who let you in? This is the intensive care unit, don't you know the rules! Get out!" The bald expert pointed at the door and shouted angrily.

Lin Yu ignored the group of quack doctors, walked straight to the bedside, and pulled back the blanket.

shocking!

The old man's legs had turned an inky black. His veins bulged like black earthworms, still writhing slightly, as if countless living creatures were lurking beneath his skin. Even more terrifying, the black aura was spreading wildly from his groin towards his heart in his abdomen.

The old man, who had kept his eyes closed, struggled to open them a crack. Even on the verge of death, Chen Xiaotian's eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's, carrying an aura of dominance forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Young man...you're saying amputation is also death?"

"Yes." Lin Yu looked directly into the old man's eyes, neither humble nor arrogant. "According to their method, you have another forty minutes to live. But if I treat you, I'm seventy percent certain I can keep both your legs intact and let you live another ten years. However—"

Lin Yu paused, his tone chilling, "The process will be very painful, more painful than being shot. Do you dare to try?"

"Haha..." Chen Xiaotian laughed, a laugh tinged with a carefree arrogance, "I've survived countless bullets in my life. Since I'm going to die anyway, I'll just hand my life over to you! Come on!"

"Sir! No! This kid looks like a charlatan..." The bald expert was jumping up and down in a panic.

"Shut up! Everyone back off!" Chen Xiaotian roared with his last bit of strength.

The room fell silent. The experts retreated to a corner, seething with anger, waiting to see Lin Yu make a fool of himself, some even prepared to either rescue him or collect his body.

Lin Yu's expression was solemn. He waved his right hand, and silver light flashed at his fingertips.

The box of silver needles that Li Changqing had given him now seemed to have become a part of his body.

"The first acupuncture point is used to seal the acupoint and cut off the meridian!"

Lin Yu moved with lightning speed, placing three silver needles in a triangular shape around the "Qichong" acupoint at the base of the old man's thigh, forming a defensive line to prevent the black energy from surging upwards.

"The second injection, a forest fire, forces the beast to its doom!"

As the needle was inserted, Lin Yu's fingers rubbed violently at the end of the needle, and his primordial true energy surged into the old man's bone marrow through the silver needle.

An unexpected change occurred!

"Ugh—!!"

Chen Xiaotian, who was already struggling to speak, suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream, and his whole body began to convulse violently on the bed, like a live fish thrown into a pot of boiling oil!

His face instantly turned a deep red, then a deep purplish-red, his eyes rolled back, and a large amount of white foam spilled from his mouth!

Beep—beep—beep—!

The life monitor next to me instantly emitted a piercing red alarm, and my heart rate soared to 200 before plummeting to 30...20...!

"You bastard! What are you doing! You're going to kill the commander!"

Hearing the screams, the iron tower guard at the gate rushed in like a maddened beast. Seeing the commander foaming at the mouth and convulsing, his eyes widened in horror.

Click!

The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against Lin Yu's temple. The cold, metallic touch carried the scent of death.

"Stop right now! Or I'll shoot you dead!!" Iron Tower roared, his finger already on the trigger, veins bulging, eyes bloodshot.

The balding specialist in the corner screamed in terror, "I knew he was a fraud! It's over! This is medical malpractice! This is murder!"

Life and death are separated by a fine line.

If the Iron Tower's finger twitches even slightly, Lin Yu's head will explode like a watermelon.

But Lin Yu didn't even blink. His hand remained firmly gripping the silver needle, sweat dripping down his cheeks, his gaze terrifyingly focused, as if what was pointed at his head wasn't a gun, but a wooden stick.

"He's detoxifying. The pain he's experiencing now is ten times greater than before because the evil energy is retaliating."

Lin Yu's voice was as calm as a block of ice, "If I stop now, his murderous aura will spiral out of control, and he'll really explode. If you want him to live, put the gun away and shut your mouth!"

"You..." Eiffel Tower's hands trembled.

He looked into Lin Yu's eyes—there was not a trace of fear of death in them, only absolute confidence and control.

He had only ever seen that look in the eyes of the top-ranking soldiers back in the day!

I'm taking the gamble!

Iron Tower gritted his teeth, not lowering the gun barrel, but shifting it slightly by half an inch: "If you can't cure me, I swear, I'll chop you into mincemeat!"

A crazy smile curled at the corner of Lin Yu's mouth.

"Look closely, this is the third injection."

"The King of Hell has given his approval; break it!"

Lin Yu mobilized all the spiritual energy that had just awakened within his body and slammed his palm down on the end of the needle! The silver needle, accompanied by a whistling sound, completely pierced into the old man's dark and swollen kneecap!

"puff--!!"

Chen Xiaotian suddenly sat up in bed, leaning forward, and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood, which landed right on the sheets.

sizzle-

The black blood fell on the floor and actually emitted white smoke, as if it were corroding the carpet like strong acid.

In that shocking pool of black blood, several white, fleshy worms, the size of fingernails and resembling loose threads, were writhing in agony before quickly turning into blood.

As the mouthful of black blood spurted out, the chaotic lines on the monitor instantly stabilized.

Drop...drop...drop...

His heart rate returned to normal. The terrifying blackness on the old man's legs quickly dissipated like the receding tide, revealing his originally thin but normal flesh color.

"Huff..." Chen Xiaotian fell heavily back onto the pillow, panting heavily.

Despite his weakness, he touched his leg in shock.

"It hurts... I can feel it again... I can feel my legs again!"

Paralyzed for three years, he was miraculously cured!

Clang.

The gun in Iron Tower's hand fell to the ground. This steely man, who would bleed but not shed tears, suddenly buckled at the knees and was about to kneel before Lin Yu.

"Sir... Eiffel Tower was reckless! He almost ruined everything! My life was given to me by you, sir, please punish me!"

Lin Yu, somewhat exhausted, leaned against the edge of the bed, his face pale. This kind of life-altering acupuncture technique was extremely taxing. He waved his hand:

"It's my duty, I don't blame you. Remember to get your cervical spine treated, don't ruin it."

At this moment, Chen Xiaotian sat up straight with the help of the iron tower.

The old man looked at Lin Yu, his admiration barely concealed. He remained calm even facing a gun, and his medical skills were superb. This young man was no ordinary person!

"Young man, I am deeply grateful and need no thanks."

Chen Xiaotian pulled a badly worn pocket watch from his inner pocket. The watch cover had no logo, only a red five-pointed star engraved on it.

"My status is special, so I can't just publicly endorse you; that would only harm you. But this watch has been with me for forty years; it's a personal keepsake."

Chen Xiaotian handed the pocket watch to Lin Yu, his tone meaningful, "If you ever encounter a life-or-death crisis that you can't handle, take this and dial the internal number on the back cover. As long as you're in this country, no matter where you are, someone will definitely come to rescue you within half an hour."

Lin Yu understood.

This is a "lifesaver," but it's not a "limitless credit card" that you can just show off.

This means that when he goes to the Su family tomorrow, he will still appear to be the same penniless nobody with no connections.

That's better.

The most interesting thing is when someone pretends to be weak to take advantage of others.

"Thank you, Chief." Lin Yu took the pocket watch and put it in his pocket. "Perfect timing. I have some personal business to attend to tomorrow, so I hope I won't need it."

……

late at night.

Lin Yu walked out of the hotel.

The neon lights of Jiangzhou were still flashing, and the cold wind made him more awake.

At this moment, he had a multi-million dollar black card in his pocket and a token of the God of War in his arms, but his stomach started growling uncontrollably.

"Have a bowl of noodles first."

Instead of squandering the money, he turned and walked into a steaming roadside stall.

Lin Yu ordered the cheapest bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce and sat on a greasy plastic stool, eating heartily. At that moment, he was no different from the migrant workers around him who were struggling to make a living.

Who would have thought that this young man, slurping noodles at a roadside stall, had just revived a guardian deity of the Dragon Kingdom?

Ding dong.

My phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Su Qianxue:

Don't come to the company's annual party tomorrow. Grandma said she's worried you'll look too shabby and embarrass the Su family. I'll have someone send you the divorce papers. Also, Zhang Hao is proposing to me tomorrow, and I don't want to see you cause trouble. This is for your own good.

Looking at this message, which was full of "superiority" and "charity," Lin Yu put down his chopsticks and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Even if you have a winning hand, these people will only see you as a useless card.

Since you all want to see the Joker so much.

Tomorrow, I'll show you who the real clown is.

Lin Yu wiped his mouth and replied with three words:

【See you tomorrow.】