Chapter 6: This Is Simply a Miracle!

“Rest assured, I am fully aware of Ling’er’s condition. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility. It will not be held against your sanatorium,” Li Moxuan assured.

How could he not know the treatment methods for lung cancer?

As for Director Qi’s anxious demeanor, it was merely the worry that he might cause trouble later.

Sure enough, upon hearing Li Moxuan’s words, Director Qi finally relaxed.

Meanwhile, Li Moxuan had already made thorough preparations.

Holding a silver needle between his fingers, he carefully loosened Li Moling’s hospital gown, revealing the white undershirt beneath.

His gentle gaze fell upon her delicate face as he spoke softly, soothing her: “Sister, don’t worry. I will never let anything happen to you.”

Under Li Moxuan’s gaze, Li Moling’s once lonely and cold heart seemed to be illuminated by a warm, bright ray of sunlight, dispelling some of her fear and sorrow.

Her attitude toward him softened slightly.

“I know my own body well enough. I am nothing but a corpse on a countdown, destined to die,” she said flatly.

“There are only a few days left anyway, so it doesn’t matter how much I suffer. Since you want to try, do as you wish.”

Her eyes dimmed, filled only with indifference and numbness.

Seeing his sister’s utterly resigned, lifeless expression, Li Moxuan could not imagine what she had endured these six years. His heart ached painfully.

He felt an even greater debt to his sister.

No, from now on, he vowed to take good care of her and never let her suffer another injustice.

Taking a deep breath, Li Moxuan’s eyes sharpened, as if transformed. His demeanor grew steadier, radiating an unparalleled sense of reassurance.

Swish, swish, swish.

Shadows flickered as the golden needle in his hand swiftly and precisely struck various acupuncture points on Li Moling’s body.

The speed was so fast it left behind faint golden afterimages.

Then, with a gentle flick of his right hand’s index finger, a series of delicate, bell-like chimes echoed through the hospital room—ethereal and dreamlike, barely audible, almost unreal.

To everyone’s astonishment, the medical monitoring devices beside them began to show remarkable changes.

“Beep, beep, beep.”

Her vital signs visibly improved at an astonishing rate, quickly returning to normal ranges.

Li Moling’s cherry-red lips parted slightly, and she felt her body growing lighter, as if floating amidst clouds bathed in warm sunlight.

It was as if a withered tree had been kissed by spring.

Director Qi, who had been anxiously watching, was dumbfounded and rubbed his tired eyes repeatedly.

“This… this is a miracle. It’s simply a miracle!”

Immediately, his eyes sparkled with fanatic admiration as he looked at Li Moxuan.

“Mr. Li, you are truly a divine healer. Would you consider joining our hospital as chief physician? The salary is negotiable—one million a month!”

One million a month?

Li Moxuan raised an eyebrow, unmoved. Without expression, he withdrew the golden needle and said coldly:

“Sorry, I have no interest in working at a hospital without medical ethics. I will not work here.”

“Ah, well…” Director Qi twitched at the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile and scratching his head awkwardly as he retreated.

Despite the treatment, Li Moling remained unconscious.

After dressing her properly, Li Moxuan intended to carry her away.

Sun Chengfu hurried over nervously to assist.

“Mr. Li, please slow down. Let me help you.”

Li Moxuan stopped at the doorway without turning back.

“Director Qi, as doctors, you must uphold the bare minimum of medical ethics.”

“If you can’t do that, then you shouldn’t be a doctor.”

“Please thoroughly purge the rot within your hospital, so that people like Dai Qin—monsters disguised in human skin and wearing the sacred white coat—cannot harm others again.”

“This is an insult to all selfless and devoted healers throughout history.”

Director Qi nodded hastily, bowing repeatedly.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Li, you are right. Recently, our internal inspections have been lax, allowing scoundrels like Dai Qin to take advantage. From now on, we will be strict with ourselves—investigating and punishing rigorously to prevent such beasts from reappearing.”

“Mr. Li, you are welcome to come and inspect at any time!”

“Mr. Li, allow me to see you out. Watch your step!”

Accompanied by Director Qi and Sun Chengfu, Li Moxuan carried Li Moling and left by taxi.

Watching the siblings’ departing figures, Director Qi finally exhaled deeply, wiping the dried blood from his face and cautiously asking the upright Sun Chengfu beside him.

“Deputy Sun, who exactly is this Mr. Li? Could he be some big shot?”

Sun Chengfu glanced at Director Qi, recalling the earlier events and fuming, nearly raising his hand to slap him.

Director Qi shrank back in fear.

“You idiot, you almost got me killed today!”

“Forget it. Even if I were to kill you, it wouldn’t calm things down.”

Sun Chengfu took several deep breaths before regaining composure.

“I don’t know Mr. Li’s identity, but I do know this—if not for his magnanimity today, just one phone call from him and we’d both be finished. Not even our bodies would be found. Hmph…”

Director Qi’s face turned pale, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. In an instant, cold sweat drenched his body and his legs grew weak.

“So that Mr. Li is truly terrifying. We must never offend him in the future!”

Just as Director Qi was still shaken, his phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID: ‘Butler Huang.’

This Butler Huang was the very person who desired Li Moling’s heart.

Director Qi steadied himself and answered.

“Hello, Butler Huang…”

On the other end, the voice was cold and arrogant.

“How’s the heart coming along? You’ve had plenty of time. How can you fail at such a simple task? What exactly have you been doing?”

Feeling reprimanded, Director Qi nervously wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile.

“Apologies, Butler Huang, but I’m afraid the heart is unattainable.”

“There was an unexpected turn— the patient with lung cancer was cured by her brother and discharged!”

Butler Huang was stunned, his voice rising eightfold.

“What? Late-stage lung cancer cured? Is that true?”

Director Qi swore firmly.

“Absolutely true. Not a word of falsehood.”

Silence fell on the other end before the cold voice demanded:

“Who is this person? I want all his information within three minutes!”