7 PM.
Ye Qiu finished work.
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, he sighed deeply.
Taking care of Lin Jingzhi that day had been quite a torment; this seductive and charming woman constantly liked to tease him.
Many times, Ye Qiu felt his face flush and his heart race.
Yet he dared not make any impolite moves, after all, he was just a caregiver, and if he upset Lin Jingzhi, he could lose his job.
"This tormenting fairy, I wonder how long I'll have to serve her?"
Ye Qiu mused as he walked out of the hospital.
At that moment, a Mercedes-Benz sped towards him recklessly, as if it were on a suicide mission.
Ye Qiu quickly moved to the side.
The car window rolled down.
Ye Qiu saw Zhao Yun in the driver's seat, looking serious.
"Brother Zhao, what are you doing here?" Ye Qiu asked in confusion.
"Get in the car."
Ye Qiu felt a bit nervous. Zhao Yun coming to find him again—was there a problem with Dragon King's condition?
Zhao Yun drove silently, his serious demeanor only heightened Ye Qiu's anxiety.
After the car had driven a certain distance, Zhao Yun finally spoke, "Ye Qiu, do you know why I came to find you?"
"Is it about the Dragon King..."
"Yes."
Ye Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "It shouldn't be. I already gave the Dragon King the injection, and theoretically, the poison should be under control. It shouldn't worsen within a month."
"Who said the Dragon King's condition has worsened?"
"But you just mentioned the Dragon King..."
"I actually meant that the Dragon King sent me here," Zhao Yun clarified.
Ye Qiu then realized his misunderstanding and asked, "What did the Dragon King send you for?"
"Naturally, to thank you!"
Just then, a red light appeared ahead. Zhao Yun braked, reached into the back seat, and handed Ye Qiu a wooden box, saying, "This is a gift from the Dragon King to you."
"What is it?"
"Take a look for yourself!"
Ye Qiu opened the wooden box and found a ginseng inside. Its long roots resembled a sleeping old man, lifelike and exquisite.
"This ginseng must be quite old, right?" Ye Qiu asked.
"This is a century-old mountain ginseng," Zhao Yun replied.
What! A century old?
Ye Qiu was stunned.
Ordinary ginseng is already very expensive on the market. Older ones can range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. A century-old mountain ginseng like this one starts at least at a million, and it is extremely rare. Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it.
Ye Qiu quickly closed the box and said, "Brother Zhao, I can't accept such an expensive gift. Please take it back to the Dragon King."
"The Dragon King said this is a gift for you. If you consider him a friend, you should not refuse."
"But..."
"Accept it!" Zhao Yun smiled. "You wanted to become a top expert on the Dragon Ranking, right? If you take this, you'll become a skilled practitioner."
"Really?"
"A century-old mountain ginseng is a great tonic and very beneficial for martial artists."
Ye Qiu was somewhat tempted. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, I'll accept this ginseng. Please tell the Dragon King thank you when you return."
"Sure."
"How is the Dragon King now?" Ye Qiu asked with concern.
"He's doing very well. After you left, the Dragon King slept until six in the afternoon and ate two large bowls of rice. He's in better spirits than ever."
"But this condition can only last for a month. You still need to find a way to quickly locate a healer for the Dragon King," Ye Qiu reminded.
Zhao Yun said, "I've already sent people to the desert. Whether we can find the Living Buddha depends on fate."
"I think you shouldn't rely on just one person."
"What do you mean?"
Ye Qiu said, "The Living Buddha is searching for the true teachings of Buddhism in the desert. Whether you can find him is uncertain. I think you should also try Wudang Mountain or Longhu Mountain."
"Forget it, there's no chance at those two places," Zhao Yun said. "The sect leaders of Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain are in seclusion, and they refuse to see anyone. Not to mention the Dragon King, even if the Champion Hou went, he wouldn't be able to see them."
"By the way, why don't you try asking Champion Hou?" Ye Qiu said. "Xiao Jiu is the top of the Dragon Ranking, with strength surpassing the sect leaders of Wudang and Longhu. He should have a solution, right?"
"Brother, you don't understand Xiao Jiu," Zhao Yun sighed. "As Champion Hou, he commands millions of troops and holds immense power. Such a figure is not someone we can just meet."
"To him, people like us are like ants."
"If the Dragon King were to seek him, he might not even get a meeting. If the poison isn't resolved, it could only add to the disgrace."
Zhao Yun said, "So now, the only hope is the Living Buddha."
"Hope the Dragon King has divine protection."
"Where is your home?" Zhao Yun asked. "I'll give you a ride."
"188 Jinghu Road."
Fifteen minutes later.
Ye Qiu arrived home.
Upon entering, Qian Jinglan asked nervously, "Qiu'er, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Ye Qiu smiled. "Mom, I'm sorry to make you worry."
"Were you punished at the hospital?"
"No."
"What about Guo Shaocong? Did he or his son make things difficult for you?"
"Neither."
"How is that possible? I saw that Vice President Guo was furious and almost wanted to kill you. Qiu'er, tell me the truth." Qian Jinglan said sternly, feeling Ye Qiu was not being honest.
"Mom, I'm really fine."
Ye Qiu also found it strange.
After returning from the Dragon King's home to the hospital, Guo Da'nu didn't look for him, and the medical staff didn't either. It was as if the incident had never happened.
"In the past, the medical staff would have already come to cause trouble. Given today's big event, them not coming is a bit strange."
"And Guo Da'nu wanted to kill me during the day, but now there's not even a trace of him."
"Why?"
After thinking it over, Ye Qiu felt the only possibility was that Guo Da'nu knew Zhao Yun's identity and feared the Dragon King, so he dared not act against him for now.
"This situation is quite odd. Even though you beat up Guo Shaocong, the hospital didn't punish you, and Guo Shaocong and his son didn't cause any trouble, it's very unusual." Qian Jinglan reminded Ye Qiu. "Qiu'er, you must be careful."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine."
After dinner, Ye Qiu went to bed early.
His years of medical study had made him accustomed to going to bed early and waking up early.
But tonight, falling asleep was a bit difficult.
The things Dragon King and Zhao Yun had said seemed to open a door to a new world for him, especially the Champion Hou Xiao Jiu, whom Ye Qiu greatly admired.
Suddenly, an idea sprang to his mind.
"What if I start practicing martial arts now? Will I one day become someone like Xiao Jiu, the center of attention, with power and influence over the world?"