Chapter 7: Century Ginseng King

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Ten minutes later. Louis walked out of the VIP ward. He had given the patient's family his old training partner's information. With their powerful background, if Nathaniel was still alive, chances were they would find him. There was one thing he hadn't mentioned, though. Years ago, his fellow disciple had suffered a devastating blow and swore he'd spend the rest of his life killing, not healing. Even if they found him, it would be trouble. He had failed to save a life and felt like he'd dug himself into a hole. The weight of it pressed on him. Just then, Yosef, who had been waiting, arrived with Nala Jameson and Reid Jameson. "Master Louis." "Yosef?" Louis recognized him immediately. After a brief exchange, Yosef introduced Nala and explained that she had only clashed with Louis earlier because she was frantic to save her father. Louis wasn't petty and said they should put it behind them. Yosef took the cue and quickly explained Reid's condition. "Late-stage liver cancer?" Louis looked Reid up and down. His first thought was that it was nonsense. He'd seen thousands of late-stage liver cancer patients, and not one stood ramrod straight like Reid. Still, confirming a diagnosis by sight alone would have been rash. The next moment, Louis placed two fingers on Reid's wrist. "Early-stage liver cancer." He gave a clear diagnosis. "Early stage? That can't be!" Nala pulled out a stack of test results and diagnoses, flipping through them again and again. In black and white, every single report said late-stage liver cancer. "Then you ran into quacks." Louis assumed her reports came from small clinics and shook his head. "Hugh is a quack?" Nala murmured, eyes on the signature. "Hugh, the head of oncology at Frondoria Hospital?" Louis looked skeptical. "Yes." Nala answered without hesitation. Louis took the reports and examined them. They were indeed issued by Frondoria Hospital, signed by Hugh of the oncology department. "Normally, Hugh wouldn't make such a basic mistake." Louis frowned. He knew Hugh as a well-known oncologist in the mainstream medicine community, a man with genuine skill. "Has your father always been this strong?" In traditional medicine, you look, listen, ask questions, and take the pulse. He had already observed and taken the pulse. Unsure what he was missing, Louis started asking questions. "No." Nala answered truthfully. "For over a month he could hardly get out of bed, and only this morning did he throw away his cane. It felt off, so I brought him in." "A last burst of energy before the end? Even that doesn't look like this." Louis's brows drew tighter. "Did anything happen before he ditched the cane?" "Before he tossed the cane…" Nala suddenly recalled that session with the needles from Otto Nicholson. She hadn't believed he could treat anything then, but now Master Louis was saying her father was only in the early stage. "Was that actually an acupuncture technique?" "An acupuncture technique? Which one?" Louis pressed her. "It sounded like the Rejuvenation Technique." Nala replied. "The Rejuvenation Technique?" Hearing that, Louis shivered. Striving to stay composed, he lifted Reid's shirt. Flower-shaped blood spots, like little plum blossoms, were clearly visible. Ordinary acupuncture left no such traces. Only the Rejuvenation Technique leaves marks like these. In an instant, it all clicked. Frondoria Hospital's diagnosis hadn't been wrong, and neither had his. The Rejuvenation Technique had driven Reid's illness into an unbelievable reversal. And in the whole world, who besides his exceptionally gifted fellow disciple could wield the Rejuvenation Technique? "Excellent!" Louis slapped his thigh, grinning. If Nathaniel had given Reid the needles, it meant he'd got past his hang-up and went back to treating and saving people. The VIP patient upstairs could be saved. "Tell me now. Where is my old training partner?" As soon as the initial rush wore off, Louis couldn't wait to ask. "Old training partner? What old training partner?" Nala stared, baffled. "The one who treated your father." "The person who treated my father is your old training partner?" She looked even more lost. "Master Louis, there must be some misunderstanding." Barely half an hour ago, Otto had nearly taken a swing at Louis. They were clearly strangers. How could he be Louis's old training partner? "There is no misunderstanding." Louis set his jaw and spoke firmly. "Take me to him at once. This is a matter of life and death. If we delay, I can't take that responsibility." "I…" Nala began, but Yosef stepped in and murmured, "Do what Master Louis asks. Do you want your dad treated or not?" "Okay." Seeing how truly urgent Louis was, Nala stopped pushing back. Cross him now and she might wind up blacklisted. Better to let him meet Otto; the misunderstanding would clear up on its own. She asked Yosef to watch her father, then led Louis downstairs. Yet in the parking garage, after circling and circling, they didn't see a trace of Otto Nicholson. "He was here a moment ago. How did he vanish in the blink of an eye?" Nala muttered, frustrated. "Are you sure he was here just now?" Louis asked gravely. "Positive." Nala nodded emphatically. "Get some rest-I'll take care of it." Louis pulled out his phone and called the VIP suite. "Mr. Lyson, my old training partner is in Nykomar. Mobilize your people and find him." After that call, all of Nykomar sprang into action. Teams in uniform fanned out through the streets and alleys. Sirens blared one after another. To anyone unaware, it would have looked like a manhunt for a dangerous felon. "Achoo!" At the herbal market next to the central hospital, Otto Nicholson suddenly sneezed, drawing sidelong looks from vendors and shoppers. Seeing his shabby clothes, they regarded him with open contempt. "Dressed like that, he dares browse the premium herb section?" "Forget the herbs. He couldn't afford the boxes." "Maybe he's here for the air-con. The fancy section keeps it nice and cold." Otto let the talk wash over him. He was here on serious business; idle chatter didn't merit a glance. As the saying goes, you don't stop halfway when you're saving someone-especially not when it's your father-in-law, the man who once saved your dad. The Rejuvenation Technique had only turned Reid's condition around. To restore him fully, he still needed medicine. Otto had come to the herbal market to select a few crucial ingredients. He soon spotted a promising ginseng root. The sign next to it called it "Century Ginseng King," but to Otto's eye it was seventy years old at most. Seventy would still do. "Excuse me-I'd like this ginseng." He spoke up. "Excuse me-I'd like this ginseng!" No sooner had he spoken than someone next to him said the exact same thing. The speaker was a young man in his twenties, in a sharp Armani suit, a heavy gold watch flashing on his wrist.

Chapter 7: Century Ginseng King

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