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What Song Zhenrong trusted was Miracle Doctor Mo; only with Miracle Doctor Mo acting as a bridge was he willing to let these Doctors stay by his younger sister’s side.

"For the days to come, I’ll be troubling you, Miracle Doctor Mo."

Song Zhenrong bowed.

To save his sister’s life, over this one night, he had no idea how many favors he now owed.

But as long as his sister survived, everything was worth it.

Debts of favor, he would repay them slowly, one by one.

Although his sister had been rescued, her daily conditioning still needed people to help with it.

Since Divine Doctor Ding hadn’t given any special instructions, Miracle Doctor Mo’s volunteering had naturally become the best choice.

Watching the sky gradually grow light, Song Zhenrong let out a breath; this interminable night had finally been endured.

His gaze turned toward the direction of the Foolish Underworld, and Song Zhenrong fell into thought.

"Good thing I didn’t recklessly rush to the Lord of Mansion’s side, otherwise, with how things turned out, my sister might not have been saved, and I might’ve lost my own little life as well."

Mr. Bo’s sinister intent made him wary.

If not for a heaven-sent Divine Weapon, tonight might have been the day the siblings died together.

Fortunately, after twists and turns, everything had come to a good result.

As he had his subordinates prepare the payment previously agreed upon with Divine Doctor Ding, he mounted his horse, ready to escort these Doctors transferred over by the Che Residence back to the Che Residence, and take the chance to convey his thanks to Captain Che.

Thinking that everything was moving in a good direction, Song Zhenrong’s mood gradually improved; only when he thought of that Defiled Blood Clone Demon did his eyes brim with killing intent.

Once everything was stable, he would, without fail, personally behead that demon!

...

The medical circle of Thunder City was not large.

It was a rather niche circle.

And the higher up you went, the smaller the circle became.

Back then, Ding Hui’s meteoric rise in Thunder City had been like thunder erupting on level ground, directly alarming the top-tier Doctors in the medical world.

But not long after they made contact, Ding Hui had already left Thunder City.

So the impression most people in the circle had of Ding Hui was just of someone who had risen like a comet, then suddenly retreated in a bold withdrawal.

As for where she went after leaving Thunder City, and what she did, that had nothing to do with the high-end medical circle of Thunder City anymore.

Carving out a territory as king also meant drawing a circle to imprison oneself.

Living in this city, what they paid attention to was naturally only the changes in this city.

So when news that Ding Hui had used earth-shattering methods to treat Song Xi spread out, most of the top Doctors were utterly baffled.

For a time, they couldn’t even quite recall who exactly Ding Hui was.

It wasn’t until some details of the treatment process were revealed—those wild, unrestrained treatment methods, those bizarre and ingenious therapeutic techniques—that quite a few old fossils suddenly had their thoughts yanked back to that scorching summer day years ago.

Only then did they realize that the Genius of Medical Skill who had once risen like a comet had returned!

While the new generation of rising Doctors were still at a loss, those old fossils were already all wearing grave expressions.

"What has she come back for? After so many years, there would originally still have been a place for her in Thunder City; back then there were indeed quite a few vacant seats, but now..."

"Interesting! Back then I could already feel that little girl had great potential. Now she’s strayed even further down an unconventional path, and her methods have grown ever more bizarre."

"Reversing the heavens! She’s completely reversing the heavens! Treating illness should be done with medicine! Using medicine is what makes one a Doctor! Using such unorthodox means—what kind of proper Doctor is that! All poison doctors! Poison doctors!"

"She’s come back... In this pool of dead water that is Thunder City, who knows how many variables her presence will bring."

Faced with Ding Hui’s return, the old fossils all reacted differently, while most of the younger generation were completely bewildered, not knowing this person’s background.

...

The An Family.

A carrier pigeon easily flew over the An Family’s layers of defenses, then, aiming for an almost completely pitch-black room, it dove down, tore through the curtain, shot into the room, and finally landed on a black finger as withered as dead wood.

The owner of the finger raised a hand and gently smoothed the carrier pigeon’s head, as if reproaching it for its rashness, and only then did he softly remove the message coiled around its leg.

In the dark room, only the candle provided a faint light.

As for the curtain that had just been ripped open, no one knew when it had automatically repaired the torn gap, blocking out all sunlight.

He unfolded the letter and read it.

After finishing, he held it to the candle flame, burning it to ash, destroying the evidence.

"Ding Hui..."

"Now that Tianyuan Town is gone, you came over here instead?"

The owner of the finger had a very low voice, but it carried a distinct magnetism, giving off a peculiar allure, a kind of sickly beauty.

Outside the door, a voice sounded at this moment.

"Lord Duan, the Family Head asks that you come over. He says the condition of the [Cinnabar Blood] has worsened again."

That woman called Ye Danshan...

Medicine people were never meant to live long.

The few long-lived ones were all exceptions.

"Tell the Family Head I’ll head over in a bit."

"Yes!"

The voice outside the door withdrew.

Lord Duan, however, stared at the burning candle flame, lost in thought.

Only after quite a while did he slowly rise to his feet.

In the dying glow of the candlelight, one could just barely make out Lord Duan’s almost completely bloodless skin.

But that sickly face was unbelievably young, like that of a teenager.

Gently stroking that jet‑black finger like a piece of dead wood, Lord Duan put on a jet‑black robe and walked out of the room.

That black robe seemed able to swallow any light; even standing under the sun, no one could make out the figure within.

"Lord Duan!"

"Doctor Duan!"

"Lord Duan!"

The An Family seemed long since used to the sight of the walking black robe.

Beneath the robe, Lord Duan stroked his dead‑wood finger, speaking silently.

"Perhaps we ought to be on guard against Ding Hui."

"With her ability, she might very well... uncover the true secret of the Ten Pillars."

Lord Duan sounded half like he was talking to himself, half like he was speaking to someone else.

At the same time.

Almost the instant Lord Duan’s voice fell, in the Zhang Mansion, estate of one of the Ten Major Families, a white‑haired boy opened his eyes.

"I’ll handle it."

The boy also spoke without making a sound, then closed his eyes to listen, and soon frowned.

"Scared of startling the snake, scared she’ll ruin things, dithering back and forth... Hui Yao, since when did you become so damned fussy."

"I owe her a life."

"Someone like you actually cares about that?"

Silence fell on that side, leaving the white‑haired boy increasingly irritable.

Bang!

Just then, the stable doors were yanked open; blinding sunlight poured in, making the white‑haired boy screw his eyes up in pain.

"Zhang Baomian! Get up and get to work!"

The white‑haired boy glared at the speaker, and in return, a whip lashed down.

"What are you staring at! A servant like you dares glare at your betters? Haven’t had enough of the whip, have you!"

The searing pain was all too real.

The marks the whip left on his body hurt so much he clenched his teeth tight.

"Power... Hui Yao, lend me your power! I’ll handle it! I’ll take care of that Ding Hui!"

But there was no response; on the other side it was as if the resonance had been severed, leaving the white‑robed boy with no choice but to clench his fists, utterly powerless.

Smack!

Another bloody lash came down, beating him to his knees, making his body tremble with pain.

"What are you still dazing out for, get out here and work! You deaf or just stupid!"

Power! Power! Power!!!

Give me power, Hui Yao!!!

We share the same body! Seeing me humiliated like this, do you really feel nothing at all!!!

The white‑haired boy roared in his heart, yet could not change reality; he could only silently crawl up from the ground, head lowered, obediently trailing behind the whip‑wielding bully swaggering in front.

Just when the white‑robed boy thought Hui Yao truly couldn’t hear a thing...

"Everything will come to an end very soon. Endure a few more days."

That line again! That line again!

Endure what, wait for what!

Hui Yao!!

Give me back... my power!!!

The white‑robed boy glared, eyes bloodshot, yet could only work under the bloody whip in humiliation, shoveling horse dung, driven like a dog by the arrogant Miss Zhang.

Hate hate hate!

Rage rage rage!

His emotions kept piling up, and over where Lord Duan was, that withered finger of his, its jet‑black color, like some kind of lesion, slowly began to creep, thread by thread, to his other fingers.

...