While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Simond's wife was so frightened that she collapsed in her chair, unable to utter a single word.

"Let's go in."

Cao Kun pushed open the heavy sensor door of the ICU and went inside.

Behind them followed Douglas and Mrs. Simond.

Indoors, the heart rate monitor emitted a faint, irregular beeping sound.

Simond lay in his hospital bed, his body covered in tubes.

Half of his chest cavity had collapsed, and his face was a deathly pale color, almost completely ashen.

Mrs. Simond looked at Cao Kun expectantly: "Master Cao, is... is there any way to save him?"

Cao Kun didn't speak, but stepped forward and pointed to Simond's chest.

Upon probing with his spiritual sense, he discovered that half of Simond's three souls and seven spirits had already left his body and were cowering in a corner of the ceiling.

"return."

Cao Kun squeezed his hand, his magical power flowing like silk, and forcibly pulled the other half of the soul back, stuffing it into the broken body.

Then, Cao Kun pointed his finger at Simond's forehead.

A tiny orange-red light burst forth and entered Simond's mind.

A moment later, Simond's eyelids twitched slightly, and he managed to open his eyes, but he was still extremely weak.

He looked at Cao Kun and the other two with cloudy eyes.

"Simonde!"

Upon seeing this, Douglas and Mrs. Simond were both surprised and delighted.

Cao Kun interrupted them, saying, "Don't talk to him yet. I'm forcibly waking him up."

Douglas, could you please talk to him about the contract?

If there are no problems, have him sign it.

Next, we will begin the subsequent treatment.

Douglas nodded and quickly recounted how he had traded half his fortune for his life.

Simond nodded slightly without hesitation and then raised his hand.

He quickly signed his name on the contract.

He had just signed the papers when his head lolled to the side and he fainted again.

Mrs. Simond was startled and hurriedly asked, "Master Cao, how is he?"

[She's someone who can make decisions.]

Cao Kun took out the medicine bottle.

The moment the cork was pulled out, a rich, almost tangible vitality exploded within the ICU.

It even diluted the pungent smell of formaldehyde.

Grade 5 Rebirth Pill.

Cao Kun pried open Simond's mouth and stuffed the pill inside.

[If you take this pill, you won't be able to die even if you want to.]

Cao Kun placed one hand on Simond's abdomen.

The magical power at the level of a minor celestial master surged forth from his body like a flood bursting its banks, forcefully catalyzing the medicinal effects of the elixir.

Om-!

The heart rate monitor suddenly went flat, and a sharp alarm blared throughout the room.

Just as Mrs. Simond and Douglas's expressions changed drastically...

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The ribs on Simond's body, shattered by the bullets, actually made a crisp "crackling" sound.

It bulged rapidly beneath that bluish-purple skin.

The necrotic lung lobes, nourished by the medicine, began to expand again like an inflated balloon.

A broken spine, damaged nerves, ripped-out internal organs...

Everything is growing and reintegrating at a rate that defies common biological sense.

Cao Kun's forehead was covered in sweat; this kind of heaven-defying elixir was also consuming an astonishing amount of his magical power.

Ten minutes later, Cao Kun withdrew his hand.

Simond's ashen face had now turned rosy.

Even the wrinkles on her forehead have smoothed out considerably.

"rise."

Cao Kun flicked the body's forehead.

The old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and ripped the oxygen tube out of his throat.

"I...I'm not dead?"

Simond touched his chest; the bullet hole, which had originally been the size of a fist, had disappeared.

Instead, a new, pinkish layer of skin appeared.

He looked up at Cao Kun, his eyes revealing a mixture of ecstatic joy at being reborn and fear of supernatural power.

"I...I'm alright?"

Cao Kun nodded: "It's alright now. Not only is it alright, but all the underlying health conditions have also been cured."

Your current body is equivalent to that of a 20-year-old young man.

"This is truly a miracle."

Simond laughed loudly, rolled off the bed, and tightly grasped Cao Kun's hand:

"Master Cao, thank you for giving me a second life."

"Just don't forget to honor the contract."

"Master Cao, please rest assured, I will absolutely not break the contract."

Simond took a step, even more steadily than Blake who had just run away.

Cao Kun added, "You should thank Douglas and your wife."

If it weren't for Douglas, I wouldn't have come to save you.

The same applies if it's not your wife.

As for your children... well, that's your own business, you deal with it yourself.

Although Cao Kun didn't spell it out clearly, Simond already understood what Cao Kun meant.

His expression darkened for a moment.

Then he thanked Douglas and his wife.

Douglas smiled and quickly patted Simond on the shoulder.

Simond's wife has yet to utter a word.

When Simond pushed open the ICU door and appeared before everyone looking radiant.

The children who had been watching from a distance looked as if they had seen a real ghost...

He stared intently at the old man who should have been sent to the incinerator, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

"Run!" Blake shouted, then turned and ran.

The others quickly followed suit.

"Hmph!" Simond snorted heavily. "You won't get another penny from me."

The light in the corridor fell on Simond's ruddy face, reflecting a sickly yet vigorous vitality.

The terrified children had vanished without a trace, leaving only a group of dumbfounded doctors and nurses.

The old dean pushed up his glasses with trembling hands, about to step forward and ask something...

But Douglas stopped him with a look.

"Master Cao, let's talk somewhere else."

Simond's attitude towards Cao Kun at this point could no longer be described as merely polite.

It was a kind of humility that was almost like facing a god.

Simond was a shrewd businessman who knew that life was more important than money.

Now, he feels that every breath he takes is sweet.

He hadn't felt this way in over thirty years—a feeling of boundless energy.

"Master Cao, about that half of the assets."

As Simond walked, he said in a low voice, "My businesses are located in Las Vegas and Europe."

Some are fixed assets, and some are current securities.

To calculate all of these and transfer them to your name, you will need to go through some complicated legal procedures.

I will have my legal team start working overnight.

Cao Kun, hands in his pockets, walked casually: "How long will it take?"

Simond wiped the sweat from his brow: "It will take at least a month, considering the amount..."

Cao Kun waved his hand: "No need for that, Simond."

I'm not a petty person.

You just need to estimate a rough figure, and then transfer half of it to me.

Simond breathed a sigh of relief; this way, some of the profitable projects wouldn't have to be stopped.

All you need to do is estimate the amount of money.

Simond: "That way, the time can be saved a lot."

Cao Kun looked Simond in the eyes and said calmly, "I hope to get it done within half a month at most. Can you do that?"