Hearing those heavy footsteps gradually moving toward Anna Harris, David Thompson's mind buzzed, leaving only one thought: he couldn't let them hurt Anna Harris!!

Trembling, he pulled out a pill his master had given him from his pocket, mixed it with his own flowing blood, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In an instant, an extremely scorching warm current surged from his stomach, spreading into David Thompson's limbs. He immediately felt filled with strength, and his groggy head became incomparably clear.

"Bang!!" He swung his fist, smashing it hard into the fat man's jaw. In a flash, a mouthful of yellow teeth loosened and flew out, and in no time, only a few were left.

Covered in blood, David Thompson ignored the fat man lying motionless on the ground and strode over to Old Clark, kicking him hard in his skinny chest.

"Crack, crack." The sound of bones breaking rang out continuously, and Old Clark, spitting blood, flew out limply like a noodle.

Looking at Anna Harris, who was clutching her torn sweater and crying on the ground, David Thompson clenched his teeth so hard that his gums bled.

His bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at the two men lying on the ground nearby. He stomped heavily on the concrete floor with one foot and pounced at them like a leopard.

"David!! Stop!! What are you doing!"

Chapter 7: Qingfeng Temple

David Thompson lay on the bed in a hospital restraint jacket, silently staring at the IV hook above his head, as if waiting for something.

With a creak, the door to the ward opened. "Hey, Little David, weren't you recovering pretty well before? What happened this time?"

David Thompson's attending doctor walked in, looking at him with a face full of disappointment.

Hearing this, David Thompson, his head wrapped in white gauze, grew anxious and quickly explained, "Doctor, they were the ones who attacked Anna Harris first! I only fought back to protect her!"

The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose with a bent index finger. "You call that fighting back? That was a counter-kill! John Clark is still lying in the ICU and hasn't come out yet. That kick of yours almost sent him off for good. You've been here for quite a while now, and everyone knows what happened. Didn't you consider Master Clark's condition before you acted? I used to think you were a sensible kid."

Thinking of Anna Harris, who had been scared to tears, David Thompson looked a bit unconvinced. "So what if he's mentally ill? Does having a mental illness mean you can do whatever you want? If I had to choose between Anna Harris getting hurt and going to jail, I'd rather choose the latter."

"You—" The attending doctor was left speechless by David Thompson's retort.

He finally sighed and shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. The director has already called both families. You don't need to worry about these things anymore."

Hearing this, David Thompson curled up slightly and turned to face the empty side of the bed, starting to calculate whether that jade pendant worth 400,000 would be enough to cover the compensation.

But at this moment, he wasn't worried at all. After seeing that the pill really worked, David Thompson suddenly realized that his life now had many new possibilities.

Sensing his young patient's low spirits, the doctor tried to comfort him: "Little David, don't worry, you won't go to jail. The hospital can issue a certificate for you. Stop thinking about it and focus on recovering. We'll handle the rest."

David Thompson sensed the doctor's concern in his words. "Thank you, doctor."

"Thank me for what? I'm your attending doctor, after all. You're still so young, of course I have to take extra care of you." David Thompson felt the doctor's hand pat his shoulder.

"But, Little David, tell me honestly, how did you manage to injure them like that? That's not something an ordinary person could do. Were you in a normal state at the time, or did you fall into some new stress-induced hallucination?"

Hearing this, David Thompson's heart tightened, and his attention immediately shifted to the pocket of his shirt. "Well... I..."

"I'm a psychologist, and I'm quite experienced in this area. Don't try to hide your condition. You'd better think carefully before you answer. I really dislike it when my patients lie to me."

Although the doctor's tone was gentle, David Thompson felt an invisible pressure in the room. "What should I do? I can't let him know about the pill."

Just as David Thompson anxiously searched for a way out, everything around him began to blur, and the doctor's voice grew more and more indistinct.

Within a few seconds, he found himself once again in a hallucination, lying on the stone bed in the private cave chamber of Xuanyang.

Sitting up and holding his head, David Thompson looked at the simple furnishings around him and laughed. "Heh, well, this is one way to solve the problem."

This time, he didn't plan to go back so soon, lest the doctor stay by his side and not leave.

Walking out of the room, David Thompson watched his fellow disciples coming and going in the cave tunnel, and began to plan his next steps.

Since those pills were real, he couldn't be as careless as before. He had to manage things here properly to get as much benefit as possible from this place.

Fortunately, his current status was no longer just a medicine boy in the pharmacy, but a registered disciple under Laizi Head, giving him much more freedom of action.