Chapter 310: Returning to the Hospital

Lin Yu took the medicinal herbs, didn't even look at the card, and took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, placing it on the counter.

"Take the medicine according to the prescription, take it for three months, and avoid spicy and greasy food."

Just then, several young men wearing tattered vests and showing tattoos suddenly rushed out from the alley next to them, surrounding them with unkind expressions, their eyes fixed on the medicine package in Lin Yu's hand.

"Buddy, made a fortune? Lend us some to spend?" The yellow-haired leader said with a grin, his hand already reaching for the medicine package.

Lin Yu didn't even turn around.

His left shoulder sank slightly, bumping away the yellow-haired man's reaching hand. At the same time, his right elbow thrust backward, hitting the soft spot under the ribs of the person behind him; that person groaned and knelt down clutching his stomach. His body turned with the momentum, his left toe tapped on the ground, and his whole body, as if weightless, avoided the third person's fist, his right hand flicking out, tapping on the opponent's wrist nerve.

The whole process was as fast as lightning; the three thugs were already sprawling, grimacing in pain, but not much blood was seen. Lin Yu's movements were minimal, clean and neat, carrying a near-cruel precision.

The crowd around who were watching the fun instantly quieted down, looking at Lin Yu with fear. The fat man was so scared his face turned pale, waving his hands repeatedly: "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Yu ignored the thugs on the ground and didn't look at the fat man, picked up the medicine package, and turned to leave.

He merged into the dim crowd again, his footsteps neither fast nor slow, but always able to avoid the congestion just right. When he was about to walk out of the underground market exit, the brows under his hat brim moved imperceptibly.

A few obscure gazes fell behind him. Not the unranked thugs from just now. These were old hands.

Lin Yu's footsteps didn't change, walking out of the iron door and turning into another deeper alley. He traveled through the alleyways that crisscrossed like a spider web, piled with garbage and emitting a foul stench, his figure appearing and disappearing. After a few turns, he slipped into a dead end piled with abandoned tires.

A few seconds later, two men in black jackets chased to the alley entrance, looking around vigilantly. The alley was empty, only the rustling sound of wind blowing through garbage. The two looked at each other, cursed in a low voice, and retreated quickly.

After they left, above the alley, behind a broken exhaust fan, Lin Yu's figure slid down silently, his toes landing on the ground without making a sound.

He returned to the dilapidated "Lin Family Bone-Setting Hall" and pushed the door open. Xu Xiaochuan stood up immediately, looking at him nervously.

Lin Yu placed the medicine package on the table.

"Got the medicine."

He walked to the window, looking at the city center with its brilliant lights in the distance, his eyes complex.

"But trouble has also come."

Xu Xiaochuan was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Lin Yu didn't answer, turned and walked into the inner room, and when he came out again, he was holding a crumpled map, spreading it on the table.

"Haicheng First Central Hospital," Lin Yu pointed to a red circle on the map, "The best medical institution in the city, with the most advanced equipment. If Xuanyuan Qing wants to survive, she must have a comprehensive examination there and get the most suitable medicine."

Xu Xiaochuan looked at the red circle, an uneasy feeling surging in his heart.

"But how... do we get in? Those people..."

"I'll find a way." Lin Yu interrupted him, his tone calm, but carrying an unquestionable determination, "I have an acquaintance there." He paused, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "And also... things that must be resolved."

He rolled up the map, put it back in the inner room, walked back, picked up the medicinal herbs, and began to carefully sort and process them.

"In the next few days, I will teach you some things. Maybe they will come in handy." He glanced at Xu Xiaochuan, a trace of imperceptible hesitation flashing in his eyes, "If... something happens to me, take good care of her."

Xu Xiaochuan's heart sank; he wanted to ask something, but felt he couldn't ask. Lin Yu's appearance made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The night grew deeper; in the medicine hall, there was only the sound of Lin Yu pounding medicine and Xuanyuan Qing's weak breathing.

Xu Xiaochuan watched Lin Yu's busy back, thought of the hospital towering into the clouds, thought of Lin Yu's words "things that must be resolved," and an ominous premonition enveloped him.

"Lin Shu," he finally couldn't help but speak, "Who... exactly are you?"

Lin Yu's movements paused, but he didn't turn around.

"Someone... who owes a lot of debt." His voice was very light, like a sigh, "Now, it's time to pay the debt."

He carefully collected the pounded medicine powder into a small porcelain bottle, then raised his head and looked at Xu Xiaochuan.

"Do me a favor."

"What?"

"Burn this." Lin Yu took a photo from his bosom and handed it to Xu Xiaochuan.

In the photo was a young man wearing a white coat, wearing glasses, with a gentle smile on his face.

Xu Xiaochuan took the photo, looked at it, and was stunned.

The man in the photo and Lin Yu were actually seven or eight parts similar.

"Why?" he asked puzzledly.

Lin Yu didn't answer, just turned around and walked to the window, looking toward the hospital in the distance.

"Remember," his voice was low and hoarse, like the whimpering of the night wind, "Tomorrow, no matter what happens, believe in yourself."

Xu Xiaochuan gripped the photo in his hand tightly, an inexplicable fear surging in his heart. He walked to the stove outside and lit a fire.

The firelight reflected on his face, flickering. He looked at the smile of the young man in the photo, hesitated for a moment, and finally threw the photo into the fire.

The flames swallowed the photo, and also swallowed that young smile.

At the moment the photo burned out, Xu Xiaochuan seemed to hear a faint sigh, coming from the depths of the night sky, and also from his own heart.

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks came from outside the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Who is it?" Xu Xiaochuan asked vigilantly.

"It's me, A Gui." A low voice came from outside the door, "Lin Shu asked me to bring some things over."

Xu Xiaochuan looked at Lin Yu, and Lin Yu nodded slightly.

Xu Xiaochuan slowly opened the door, and a thin figure slipped in, carrying a strong smell of medicine.

A Gui held a black plastic bag in his hand and handed it to Xu Xiaochuan.

"Everything Lin Shu wanted is inside."

Xu Xiaochuan took the bag, opened it, and took a look; inside were some herbs and a few bottles of unknown liquid.

"And this." A Gui took a note from his bosom and handed it to Xu Xiaochuan, "Lin Shu said, let you memorize it."

Xu Xiaochuan took the note, unfolded it, and saw a string of addresses and a name written on it.

"Haicheng First Central Hospital, Logistics Department, Zhao Zhuren."

"Did you memorize it?" A Gui asked.

Xu Xiaochuan nodded.

A Gui turned to leave, but suddenly stopped again.

"Lin Shu also said," he lowered his voice and leaned close to Xu Xiaochuan, "Be careful... Zhao... has... a ghost."

After speaking, A Gui left without looking back.

Xu Xiaochuan closed the door, looked at the note in his hand, and then looked at Lin Yu standing by the window, his heart full of doubts.

Zhao Zhuren? Has a ghost?

He took a deep breath, stuffed the note into his pocket, and walked to Lin Yu's side.

"Lin Shu, what... should we do next?"

Lin Yu turned around and looked at Xu Xiaochuan, his eyes calm, but bottomless.

"Wait for dawn." ===== CHAPTER 311 =====