"Okay, I support you. This might be for the best, as it means you miss out on a chance to become famous in one shot. But it's better this way; I was afraid you would face retaliation after your report, and I've been worried these past few days. Hearing you say this has really set my mind at ease."

Ling Zhenfei was happy about Zhuo Yue's decision. He had already told Zhuo Yue that such an important exposure would surely lead to retaliation against the reporter, but Zhuo Yue wouldn't listen.

"Even if I don't report it, I will spread it online. And even if I don't, the Discipline Inspection Commission won't let them off the hook."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. I've been worried about you these past few days."

"Mm..."

"What's wrong?" Ling Zhenfei sensed that Zhuo Yue still had something she wanted to say to him.

"Nothing much, I just miss you."

Ling Zhenfei's heart skipped a beat. He never expected the usually forthright Zhuo Yue to say something as tender as missing him.

"I miss you, too. I have a few things to take care of, but once I'm done, I'll come to the Provincial City to see you."

"Alright, I know. Let's not talk more now; I'm about to send the information to the Discipline Inspection Commission."

After hanging up, Ling Zhenfei felt a warm feeling in his heart, sensing that his relationship with Zhuo Yue had progressed a step further. Although they hadn't explicitly defined their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, Zhuo Yue's intentions were quite clear.

But Ling Zhenfei was still conflicted. As a small-time farmer and a major journalist, their social standings seemed mismatched. Could he really be worthy of Zhuo Yue?

Lying on the bed at the ornamental fish base, Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense had already entered the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow to cultivate. With the attainment of the Zhiyi Realm, the Northern Spiritual Energy in the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow surged wildly whenever he cultivated. His body was like a giant void, absorbing the Northern Spiritual Energy from within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow.

On Earth, the Northern Spiritual Energy had become extremely sparse, and only in those rare blessed sanctuaries could one find abundant Northern Spiritual Energy. This scarcity was why the number of modern cultivators was dwindling, and their prowess ever-deteriorating.

Waking up feeling refreshed, and after breakfast, he had planned to visit Old Master Qiu to treat Qiu Qiu's illness, but unexpectedly, he received a call from an unknown number. Though he didn't recognize it, he answered anyway.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Ling Zhenfei?"

"Yes, speaking. Who's this?"

"Little Miracle Doctor, hello. This is Director Chen Dafu from Binyang Hospital."

Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment before recalling Director Chen's face. It was when he had helped Li Ermeng at the hospital, treating a challenging case of leukemia, that this Director Chen had likened him to the reincarnation of Bian Que.

"What can I do for you, Director Chen?"

Ling Zhenfei hadn't given his mobile number to Director Chen; that he had managed to find it must have taken some effort.

"Divine Doctor, it's like this. There's a patient here. Could I trouble you to come and give treatment?"

Ling Zhenfei found it amusing that a modern, large hospital unable to cure a disease was now seeking his help, someone without any sort of official credentials. It was quite ironic.

"Director Chen, I'm sorry, but I'm quite busy at the moment and don't have time to play doctor at your hospital. Why would your modern hospital need a wilderness doctor like me?"

"Little Miracle Doctor, stop joking around. Compared to you, our professional equipment is practically toy-like. I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't necessary. The patient is an old Red Army soldier who has bled and sacrificed for the nation. The authorities demand that we must cure the elderly gentleman. We are really at our wit's end. Could you please make a trip to the hospital and take a look at the old Red Army veteran?"

When he heard it was an old Red Army soldier, Ling Zhenfei felt somewhat hesitant. His own grandfather had been an old Red Army soldier who fought in the war in Korea and ultimately died of illness in a mountain village due to the lack of proper medical care. Since he was small, he held deep affection for military personnel.

"Alright, if that's the case then I'll come over, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to cure him."

"That's wonderful. We'll be waiting for you."

Ling Zhenfei didn't dare delay and immediately hailed a taxi to Binyang Hospital.

Binyang Hospital is a provincial-level hospital, considered one of the better ones. It is particularly renowned for treating heart diseases and various cancers, making it a go-to destination for many people across the nation with those issues.

When he arrived at Binyang Hospital, Chen Dafu was indeed waiting for him at the entrance, accompanied by several other hospital leaders. This showed the importance they placed on Ling Zhenfei's visit, but he could tell from the expressions of these leaders that their welcome was merely a formality.

"Mr. Ling, we are truly delighted to have you here," Chen Dafu said excitedly as he grasped Ling Zhenfei's hand the moment he got out of the car.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. Take me to see the patient."

As they walked, Chen Dafu briefed Ling Zhenfei on the old man's condition. The old Red Army soldier was over ninety years old. Although not a high-profile figure, he was a combat hero. His son and daughter are currently high-ranking officials in the government, holding very important positions, and have extensive contacts with many national leaders and government personnel.

Previously, the elderly man had been in very good health, but a few days ago his heart suddenly started acting up. He complained of chest pain that intensified with each passing day, and at its worst, he would fall into a comatose state. After undergoing treatment at several hospitals with no diagnosis, he was transferred to Binyang Hospital.

Binyang Hospital is very experienced in treating heart conditions, and their equipment is among the most advanced in the country. However, to their surprise, after transferring the old man to their facility and using all available equipment, they still couldn't identify the problem. The old man's condition did not allow any delay, which is why Chen Dafu thought of Ling Zhenfei.

As Ling Zhenfei pondered the patient's condition, he followed Chen Dafu to the emergency room door. Right then, a doctor in a white coat hurried over to Chen Dafu and whispered, "Director Chen, the old man's grandson has arrived, and he's quite agitated. He's also brought along some city leaders."

Chen Dafu's expression darkened. In such situations, the last thing he wanted was entanglement with government officials. The illness could be cured or not; the presence of a mayor or even a governor wouldn't be of any help now.

A group of people approached, and sure enough, there were several individuals standing at the emergency room door, their appearance and attire signifying they were no ordinary individuals.

"Are you Director Chen Dafu?" a middle-aged man suddenly charged over, blocking the path in front of Chen Dafu and Ling Zhenfei.

"Yes, I am Chen Dafu. And you are?"

"My name is Chu He, and Chu Kaixian inside is my grandfather."

"So, you are Young Master Chu. Is there something you need from us? We are currently trying to treat Old Master Chu."

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