The young man examining the elderly man wore a grave expression. The beautiful woman behind him asked, "Senior Brother, is it serious?"
The young man took a deep breath. "Hard to say. I didn’t bring my needles, but I can still try to alleviate his condition."
A crowd had already begun gathering. The old man’s attendants blocked the young man’s movements. "Who are you? Don’t touch him! I’ve already called an ambulance!"
The young man glanced at them sideways. "I’m the successor of the Divine Physician. This elderly man has been poisoned—a slow-acting toxin. This is a pedestrian street. By the time the ambulance arrives, he might not make it to the hospital."
At these words, the two attendants paled. "You’re really the Divine Physician’s successor?"
The young man nodded.
"In that case—"
"Wait!" A man pushed through the crowd, a smug look on his face. "If you let him treat the old man, who takes responsibility if he dies?"
The attendants hesitated.
Qin Aotian proudly produced a silver needle. "My medical skills surpass his. With this needle, I can bring your master back even from the gates of the underworld."
The two attendants eyed him skeptically. The young man also stared at the needle in Qin Aotian’s hand, his pupils contracting.
"Could it be…?"
Qin Aotian smirked, crouching down to find a spot to insert the needle. Just then, shouts came from behind. "Make way! Make way!"
Everyone turned to see a handsome man leading several officers through the crowd. Fang Zhiyi pointed at Qin Aotian, who was still crouched with the needle. "That’s him! Practicing medicine without a license!"
Qin Aotian was stunned. He couldn’t fathom why the Dragon King was here—let alone why he’d brought police officers.
The lead officer spoke sternly. "Who are you? Which clinic or hospital do you belong to?"
Qin Aotian faltered, then blurted out after a moment’s thought, "I’m Qin Aotian, the eldest son of the Qin Family!"
Murmurs spread through the crowd. The scandals of the wealthy families had long reached the ears of ordinary people, and now they were seeing one in the flesh.
"Young Master Qin? As far as I know, you’ve never studied medicine," Fang Zhiyi remarked, feigning confusion.
Qin Aotian was speechless again. The old man’s attendants, though frantic, immediately shoved him aside. How had they almost fallen for this fraud’s nonsense?
"If you don’t want to talk here, you can explain at the station," the officer said, signaling for Qin Aotian to be restrained.
Fang Zhiyi then pretended to notice the young man in black. "Oh? Isn’t this that doctor? You fools—there’s a real physician right here, and you believed a conman?"
The attendants looked at the young man, still doubtful.
The young man wasn’t foolish. He pulled out his phone, scrolled through it, and showed everyone his medical license.
Seeing the opportunity, Fang Zhiyi handed the silver needle he’d taken from Qin Aotian to the young man. "Here, this should be more familiar to you, right?"
Though puzzled by this stranger’s help, the young man nodded and accepted it.
Qin Aotian thrashed. "No! Give that back! It’s mine! Mine!" He thought of the agony the system inflicted—if he failed this mission and owed it points again, the consequences were unthinkable.
"Stay still!" The officer barely kept hold of him until his colleagues stepped in.
Unfazed, the young man carefully inserted the needle into the back of the old man’s neck, twisted it gently, then withdrew it. A thin stream of black blood spurted out.
The old man slowly opened his eyes. The crowd sighed in relief, applauding the young man.
Qin Aotian seemed to lose all strength, staring in disbelief. Why? Why? His gaze shifted to where Fang Zhiyi had been—but Fang Zhiyi had vanished without a trace.
News of the Divine Physician’s successor saving the head of the Xuan Yuan Family spread among the elite.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi busied himself with his own affairs, occasionally returning home to stir up trouble for the Xia Family.
Qin Aotian lay in a hospital bed, his eyes bulging, barely recognizable. He babbled pleas for mercy. The Qin Family head consulted numerous experts, but none could diagnose his condition. Eventually, they quietly began selecting a new heir.
"Host, this dimension traveler is too weak," Little Hei said, hands on hips.
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "If you didn’t know the plot, would you still say that?"
Little Hei pondered, then shook his head. "I’d probably be killed by him."
"Progress. What about that system?"
"It’s still assigning missions."
"Oh?"
"The War God is arriving at the hospital. Host, complete the mission to protect the War God’s daughter," the system intoned coldly—its third repetition. "The War God possesses immense combat prowess. With his protection, host will more easily humiliate the Divine Physician and the Dragon King."
Qin Aotian struggled to sit up, finding himself alone. He looked toward the door—only to see a familiar figure leading a little girl past. The figure paused, stepping back. "Well, if it isn’t Young Master Qin? Hello. Goodbye." Fang Zhiyi continued forward, meeting the War God at the stairwell.
Handing the girl over, Fang Zhiyi quietly stepped away, leaving them to their reunion.
Before he could go far, he nearly collided with a ghostly Qin Aotian.
Qin Aotian’s mind echoed with "Mission Failed." His face was twisted in terror. Trembling, he grabbed Fang Zhiyi. "I know… it’s you… it’s you…"
Fang Zhiyi met his gaze without denial.
"I am the Dragon King. Do you really think you can oppose me?"
Qin Aotian’s eyes brimmed with desperation. "Can you… save me?"
Fang Zhiyi studied him. Qin Aotian was clearly in excruciating pain, his joints contorting unnaturally.
"I… I just want to be normal… just normal… please save me." Qin Aotian didn’t know how powerful this man truly was, but he was his last hope. He felt death looming if he didn’t endure this.
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Little Hei, what do you think?"
Little Hei also sighed. "Before, I didn’t understand. But now… I pity him."
Fang Zhiyi nodded approvingly.
A bright light erupted from Little Hei’s body as his hand plunged into Qin Aotian’s skull. After a moment of rummaging, he pulled out a small black cube, writhing as if alive.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the unconscious Qin Aotian, then at Little Hei. The latter examined the cube distastefully before crushing it in his hands. The cube warped, then dissipated like vapor.