A medical cop—both a police officer and a doctor—a profession originally set up as a joke, unexpectedly caught the eye of David Harris, and thus, one miracle after another was born...

As the heir to the world’s largest arms family, in order to avoid military service, he chose to become a police officer, and also chose the profession of medical cop...

Human Limit Ninefold

Rarely Seen as Qi Tian

Legend Attainable

Myth Passed Down

When members of the The Harris Family break through the Human Limit Ninefold, they die, yet David Harris still desperately trains!

Chapter One: The Eldest Young Master of the The Harris Family

On an island not marked on any official map of any country, recorded only in classified files, a large, luxurious private jet had just landed. This island actually had airports capable of accommodating large passenger planes and fighter jets—and not just one.

Inside a completely wooden house on the mountain, Mr. Harris Sr., whose hair was slightly graying but whose spirit was vigorous, was pacing back and forth with a bill in hand.

"Outrageous, absolutely outrageous! We have our own satellites at home, but he insists on renting an American military satellite to track his prey. What does he think he’s doing, starting a world war? That’s one thing, and our The Harris Family’s eldest young master can afford it, but what is this—this extra hundred thousand dollars, what is it? Little Grace, explain this to me!" Mr. Harris Sr. looked at Grace Turner, who had been standing there all along, dressed professionally, with a refined and elegant demeanor, and a somewhat helpless expression on her face.

As the personal secretary to the eldest young master, the beautiful and capable Grace Turner abandoned her usual intelligence and discernment, and just stood there feeling aggrieved and helpless. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke, "The young master treated someone again... treated a cold."

Seeing Grace Turner's troubled look, Mr. Harris Sr., who wanted to get angry, held back and sighed, "I know that kid has always been interested in medicine, and I don’t object to him treating people, but spending over a hundred thousand dollars to treat a cold—what is that? No one would believe it even as a joke."

Grace Turner took two forms from a folder in her hand. "The Old Gentleman, here’s the detailed list."

Mr. Harris Sr. glanced at it. It was all in English and full of technical terms he couldn’t really understand, so he pressed the communicator on his body: "Send Mr. Thompson over."

A dozen minutes later, Thompson, who had been the director of five world-class hospitals and was now Mr. Harris Sr.'s personal doctor, arrived.

"Take a look at this for me. What is all this stuff?" Mr. Harris Sr. tossed the thin sheet of paper, which flew flatly like a frisbee for over ten meters, landing in Thompson's hand.

Thompson glanced at the list, his eyes gradually lighting up as he nodded repeatedly. Then he said, "Here we have battlefield bacteria-suppressing drug KL9, wound cell regeneration accelerator RYDLA, and a drug to boost adrenaline and kidney function, DMG2..."

Knowing that Mr. Harris Sr. didn’t understand these, Thompson tried to explain as simply as possible, but after listening, Mr. Harris Sr. still waved his hand dismissively: "What a bunch of nonsense. I don’t care about any of that. Just tell me, what does this have to do with treating a cold? And do these things really cost over a hundred thousand dollars?"

"Well..." Thompson thought for a moment and said, "All these drugs together are indeed worth that much, and judging by this combination, they really can treat a cold. The effect would be excellent, allowing a regular bacterial or viral cold to recover in the shortest possible time—ten times faster than normal medicine. This must be another prescription from the young master, right? Ha... The young master’s medical skills are indeed impressive, always using the best and most expensive drugs to treat illnesses. It’s a unique way of practicing medicine, only pursuing the best results regardless of cost, a habit formed since childhood."

Mr. Harris Sr. could only smile wryly: "Ten times faster, but he spends ten thousand times more. How can he practice medicine like this? Get out, get out! The way he does things is largely your group’s fault too. Out!"

Thompson didn’t mind, smiling as he took David Harris's prescription and walked out, studying it with great interest and muttering about progress and such.

"Where is he now?"

"In the jungle."

Mr. Harris Sr. paused for a moment, then finally said, "Fine, if that’s the case, it’s about time. Send him to that place too, give him a job that’s at least somewhat related to being a doctor. He’ll have to spend some time there sooner or later anyway, and according to family tradition, he hasn’t served in the military yet. That brat, our The Harris Family’s century of research didn’t work, but he thinks he can do it. He likes treating people, huh? Let’s see how he does it with his funds cut off. No more money—let’s see how he treats people then."

"Little Grace, go find David Harris and bring him back for me." Mr. Harris Sr.'s gaze finally fell on Grace Turner.

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Deep in the African jungle, on a protruding rock halfway up a cliff, someone was hanging... No, actually, someone was dangling there. But why did this person have a tail...