Except for the four hours spent accompanying Jack Jefferson, almost all of Blake Langley's time was devoted to cultivation. In just one month, Blake Langley could clearly feel his internal energy flowing like a small river, and when he stirred his qi, he could even hear the sound of it moving.

Even though he hadn't started practicing any techniques yet, at this moment Blake Langley could easily smash a millstone-sized bluestone with a single punch.

Jack Jefferson was equally satisfied. He found that all his problems could be solved by Blake Langley. Sometimes, it wasn't just issues related to bluemycin—even other medical problems could be resolved by Blake Langley as well.

He became more and more convinced that Blake Langley was telling the truth, and that Blake Langley's medical skills were no worse than most doctors. Since Blake Langley was only interning with him, he didn't dare let Blake Langley see patients in the clinic; otherwise, he believed Blake Langley would do an excellent job.

It could be said that if any professor knew about Blake Langley's abilities, not to mention ten thousand a month—even a hundred thousand a month—there would be people scrambling to hire Blake Langley as an assistant.

Precisely because of Blake Langley's prowess, Jack Jefferson didn't care at all about Blake Langley coming and going as he pleased. In just half a month, he not only gained a clearer understanding of the aftereffects of bluemycin, but also obtained concrete data for reference.

Jack Jefferson checked the dates and decided to publish a paper on the harmful effects of bluemycin on cells at the end of the month. Blake Langley had made a significant contribution to this paper, and he planned to include Blake Langley's name as a co-author.

In the emergency department, apart from helping Jack Jefferson, Blake Langley never got involved in anything else, and had never seen any patients in the ER.

It wasn't that Blake Langley couldn't handle it, nor was he worried about not having a medical license, but because he had simply seen too much life and death. For Blake Langley, the most important thing was that UFO deep in the Kunlun Mountains. So, apart from cultivation, Blake Langley spent his time self-studying various physics and electronics-related knowledge.

……

Room 811, Xiyue Hotel, Bin'an. A middle-aged man sat at the table with an extremely gloomy expression. He had been tricked—fooled by a kid who seemed not even out of school yet.

Since his debut, James Chandler had seen all kinds of people. He had experienced countless things, yet he had fallen into the hands of a young brat. He was certain that the student who called himself Wade Sherman had shown no sign of lying when they spoke, but it turned out the other party had lied.

After arriving in Bin'an, the first thing he did was look for Wade Sherman. With his resources, not to mention a college graduate coming to Bin'an—even if it were an ant, he could find it. But in fact, there was no record in Bin'an's big data of any college student named Wade Sherman arriving recently. There were a few people named Wade Sherman, but none were the one he was looking for.

There was no need to think further; it was certain that the identity of a student from Tianjin University of Technology, as claimed by that kid, was also fake.

James Chandler frowned, pondering his next move, when his phone rang.

He answered, and a crisp female voice came through, "Mr. Chandler, we've found him. There is indeed a student named Wade Sherman at Tianjin University of Technology, a class of 40 physics and electronics major..."

"What? Wade Sherman is really at Tianjin University of Technology?" James Chandler exclaimed in surprise—he had made another wrong judgment. Previously, not finding anyone in Bin'an, he had immediately assumed that the identity Blake Langley reported was also fake. What he hadn't expected was that this identity was actually real.

"Yes, Mr. Chandler, Wade Sherman is indeed at Tianjin University of Technology, and he's even a top student," came the reply over the phone.

James Chandler took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he asked, "Then when did Wade Sherman leave Tianjin University of Technology? Where did he go? Where is his family from? Is there any contact information?"

"Ah..." There was a surprised gasp on the other end, then the woman's voice came again, "Wade Sherman hasn't left Tianjin University of Technology. I've confirmed he's still at school, and his family is in Tianjin. We have all the contact details. Also, the Shang family is known as the number one family in Tianjin, and not only in Tianjin—they have considerable influence even in China as a whole."

A bad premonition crept over him, and James Chandler's hands trembled slightly. He desperately hoped he wouldn't lose what he had worked so hard to obtain.

"Help me arrange a meeting with Wade Sherman. I'm heading to Tianjin today—I want to see him tonight." After hurriedly giving instructions, James Chandler immediately hung up and started booking a flight. No matter how powerful the Shang family was, they shouldn't think they could take what belonged to James Chandler. The Shang family might be formidable, but the Crocodile Gang wasn't to be trifled with either.

……

Blake Langley walked out of Jack Jefferson's laboratory, having completed today's tasks for Jack Jefferson. Next, he naturally wanted to hurry back to continue his cultivation.

He hadn't yet reached the emergency department when he saw a crowd gathered, with the sound of crying coming from within.

Blake Langley sighed. Such scenes were common in hospitals every day, and not something he could intervene in.

"Director King, I'm begging you, Xiaoman can't live without her legs... Without her legs, she won't be able to survive..." A middle-aged woman knelt on the ground, pleading, her hands clutching the left leg of a middle-aged doctor.