“Ah…” Ms. Shaw didn’t react at first, but then she realized what Blake Langley had said. She grabbed Blake Langley anxiously and cried out, “I believe you, I believe you! Please, help my Little May, I’m begging you…”

Blake Langley patted Ms. Shaw’s hand, gestured for her to let go, and then walked over to Little May. He lifted the blanket and pinched a few spots on Little May’s now bluish-purple calf.

Seeing that Blake Langley only pinched her leg a few times before withdrawing his hand, Ms. Shaw became even more nervous. It really was frostworm disease. She looked at Blake Langley anxiously, hoping to hear the word “cure” from his mouth.

Blake Langley didn’t say anything but walked to the side on his own. Seeing this, Ms. Shaw quickly followed. Only then did Blake Langley speak, “Ms. Shaw, Little May’s illness can be treated. But my medical skills are inherited from my ancestors, and many of my methods aren’t recognized, so I can’t practice medicine in the hospital. I’ll give you an address, along with a list of medicines and equipment you need to buy. If you want me to treat Little May, go to this address and make sure you get everything I need. Remember, don’t let anyone else know. If anyone finds out, I won’t be able to save your daughter Little May.”

After speaking, Blake Langley immediately took the pen from his white coat and wrote on a blank prescription slip, listing items such as a scalpel, acupuncture needles, scissors, forceps, disinfectant cotton, various injection solutions, medicinal herbs, and so on. He then stuffed the prescription slip into Ms. Shaw’s hand and quickly turned to leave.

His place didn’t have a sterile operating room, but he had treated frostworm disease so many times that it was no big deal to him. Besides, his methods were different from ordinary surgery.

It wasn’t until Blake Langley disappeared that Ms. Shaw snapped out of it. She looked at the prescription slip in her hand, feeling a bit lost and helpless. She was trained in medicine herself, and the items on this list made her feel that Blake Langley’s medical skills were rather ordinary. Neither the scalpel, forceps, nor acupuncture tools had any specifications or types listed. Just forceps alone came in dozens of varieties, but Blake Langley’s list simply said “medical forceps.”

What made Ms. Shaw even more uneasy was that, in addition to a bunch of injectable medicines, there was also a pile of Chinese medicinal herbs. Was he planning to operate on Little May, or give her herbal medicine?

There was an address on the prescription slip, but should she really take her daughter out of the hospital to this unfamiliar place for treatment? Looking at the list Blake Langley gave her, it seemed like a scam. Yet the other party clearly had no intention of explaining much to her.

“Ms. Shaw, let’s take Little May back to the ward first. Director King will definitely try to find a solution.” Even though the nurse knew Director King couldn’t help, she still came over to comfort Ms. Shaw.

Ms. Shaw quickly put away the prescription slip and nodded. What could a scammer possibly cheat her out of? Besides, the other party was clearly a doctor at Kunhu Hospital—an intern is still a doctor. That doctor also said his medical skills were inherited, and he couldn’t practice here because many of his methods weren’t recognized. Thinking of this, Ms. Shaw made up her mind: no matter what, she would gather everything today and take Little May to see him tomorrow.

She had nowhere else to turn. If no one saved Little May, she would surely die. Her daughter had already lost the will to live—how could she not know?

…

At Jin City University of Technology, James Chandler looked at Wade Sherman standing in front of him, already realizing he’d been completely played. The Wade Sherman before him was clearly not the person he was looking for; that student had tricked him again.

A trace of viciousness flashed in James Chandler’s eyes. He clenched his fists, waves of murderous intent surging in his heart. If he caught that kid who tricked him, he’d make him regret ever coming into this world.

He had to catch that kid—the wooden box was his, and no one else could take it.

Standing in front of James Chandler, Wade Sherman felt a chill run through him and shivered instinctively. Who was this guy? He was terrifying. He didn’t seem to know him at all.

James Chandler took a sketch from his pocket. The drawing already bore a seventy percent resemblance to Blake Langley. He had already investigated the station where Blake Langley boarded the train. As soon as he found the boarding point, he could get a photo of Blake Langley and uncover his true background.

“Do you know this person?” James Chandler’s tone was icy.

Although Wade Sherman felt uncomfortable, he was also a bit afraid of James Chandler. He stared at the sketch of Blake Langley for a long while before shaking his head. “No, I don’t.”

Wade Sherman’s answer left James Chandler very disappointed. He put away the sketch and nodded at Wade Sherman. “You can go now. But you are not allowed to reveal a single word of our conversation just now. Otherwise, you won’t be able to bear the consequences.”

Watching James Chandler’s departing figure, Wade Sherman was still completely baffled. Bizarre people, bizarre events.

James Chandler’s phone vibrated, and a message appeared: “This seat’s train ticket belongs to Blake Langley, departing from Haiyang City, destination Tingjiang.”

…

Besides practicing the Yijin Jing, Blake Langley also began training in the Bright Fist. Legend had it that this was a Wudang boxing technique, belonging to the internal school. Without cultivating internal energy, practicing the Bright Fist was a joke. Now that Blake Langley had already established a foundation in internal energy, it was the perfect time to train in the Bright Fist.