There was also that self-destructing cultivator—he hadn’t been able to fully study him in his previous life, but in this life, he still had a chance. From the cultivator, he was certain he could find the secret to breaking through the ninth-level physique. If he wanted to change his fate, it had to start from this moment. In his previous life, he had focused solely on researching potential studies and had neglected many things. Now that he had a second chance at life, he was determined to make something of it.

Unconsciously, Henry Brooks didn’t even notice that he had run another four laps. Due to fatigue and physical weakness, Henry Brooks’s mind was already a bit dizzy. Fortunately, he had previously drunk the medicine he’d prepared himself, and with the support of the medicine constantly stimulating his potential, he hadn’t fainted.

His body absorbed the medicinal power and at the same time overcame the most difficult bottleneck. His lungs finally stopped hurting, and he could breathe normally. Although his steps were still heavy as he ran, he was able to keep going.

Henry Brooks wore a sports watch on his wrist. When Henry Brooks finally felt he was about done and had completed the first day’s task, he glanced at his watch and found that he had actually run more than 5,800 meters—nearly thirty laps. The benefit of having the medicine’s support was that each time, he could push his body to the limit, constantly challenging himself. This was one of the secrets to rapid physical improvement.

For his first workout, his internal organs had managed to get through the first hurdle, and his body had loosened up a bit. However, not much of the medicine had been absorbed yet, so he would have to continue. Both the amount and type of exercise started from the simplest, then gradually changed. Henry Brooks estimated in his mind that after about five days, he would begin other types of training.

Chapter 10: The Ears Are Listening

After returning to his room, Henry Brooks brewed a few more medicinal concoctions, this time specifically targeted at regulating his mental state. Before the medicine was even ready, Henry Brooks’s phone rang. He picked it up and glanced at it—it was a call from Brian Foster.

“Is something up?” Henry Brooks knew that Brian Foster wouldn’t call him so late for no reason.

“Henry Brooks, just now Kevin Sullivan suddenly called me. I have no idea how she found my private number.”

“Heh…” Henry Brooks put on his Bluetooth headset, watching the medicine as he teased, “Maybe she has a secret crush on you.”

“Hehe…” Brian Foster laughed. “If only that were true, I’d go over right away. Actually, she asked me for your phone number. I told her I’d check first.”

At this point, Brian Foster paused, waiting for Henry Brooks’s response.

Without even thinking, Henry Brooks said, “Give it to her.”

“Alright, if she calls again, I’ll give it to her.” After saying this, Brian Foster exchanged a few more polite words with Henry Brooks before hanging up. He had no idea what had happened between Henry Brooks and Kevin Sullivan afterward, so he was quite puzzled.

After hanging up, Brian Foster was still wondering—could it be that Kevin Sullivan had changed and wanted to pursue Young Master Sun?

……

“She only just now reached out—her patience is even better than I thought.” Henry Brooks held the herbal concoction he’d prepared, sipping it as if tasting tea, muttering to himself.

Less than two minutes later, Henry Brooks’s phone rang again. Without even looking, he answered.

“……” The other party was silent for a moment, expecting him to ask something, but Henry Brooks said nothing. In the end, Kevin Sullivan couldn’t help herself: “This is Kevin Sullivan. I’d like to talk to you about Longlong’s condition today…”

“I’m not a psychiatrist, besides, that’s your patient.”

“But yesterday, what you said…”

“I was just helping out in passing. The rest is up to you.”

Kevin Sullivan was at a loss for words again. She hadn’t expected Henry Brooks to respond like this. If others knew there was a way to treat this case, they’d be fighting tooth and nail for it.

“Henry Brooks… can we meet and talk?” Kevin Sullivan said softly, her voice trembling slightly. After all, the things Henry Brooks had done in the past were unforgettable for her. But what he did yesterday was even more unforgettable, and she truly wanted to understand the condition.

“In a few days. I’m busy lately. Remember, every reaction your patient has to your words is the key. If you can figure out what I said earlier, the rest should be easier.” With that, Henry Brooks hung up.

On the other end of the line, Kevin Sullivan stared blankly at her phone. She had asked him out, and he actually…

This wasn’t like his usual playboy, womanizer style at all. Holding her phone, Kevin Sullivan was baffled. She had spent the whole night thinking about this, wanting to talk to Henry Brooks but not daring to. After finally making up her mind, this was the result.

Putting down the phone, Henry Brooks continued brewing his medicine, planning his next training steps in his mind.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Although it was only three days, Henry Brooks’s energy and spirit had changed dramatically. He had also gotten a haircut. Three days of taking medicine, exercising, and recuperating made Henry Brooks seem like a new person.

During these three days, the amount he ran each day gradually increased. Now he could run about 7,000 meters a day, even if it was just a slow jog. He had also bought some dumbbells and other fitness equipment to specifically train certain muscles and strength.

When he went to the hospital for his night shift three days later, the first thing Brian Foster noticed when he saw Henry Brooks was how strikingly different he looked.