Chapter 72: A-Class Contract Required for Treatment (Requesting Follows)

Lin Qi stood beside them with a strange expression.

He remembered how Dr. Li used to be stern and cold whenever he saw them.

Now, he was smiling and speaking kindly.

Was it because of the money?

Or was it his status?

Lin Qi speculated.

Dr. Li picked up the documents and placed them on the table before the two, then turned on the projector beside his computer.

“Ding!”

A green screen projected, filled with incomprehensible data and images.

“The fatal toxin from the Darkwing Bat that infected your wife—we’ve been researching this illness in Xia Country for years, and we already have a solution.”

“This method is called Shockwave Detox Therapy.”

“Our hospital has one here Shockwave Therapy Unit that can use shockwaves to scan every corner of the body for hidden toxins, destroy their structure, and expel them to achieve detoxification.”

Lin Zhen and Lin Qi’s eyes lit up as they listened.

“Previously, due to your financial situation, you couldn’t afford this surgery. Now, there’s no problem—congratulations,” Dr. Li said with a smile.

“Dr. Li, how much does this shockwave surgery cost?” Lin Zhen asked, suppressing his excitement.

Dr. Li replied: “The treatment isn’t cheap—it requires three million Xia Country currency.”

“This…”

Lin Zhen jumped to his feet in shock, but Lin Qi exhaled in relief and tugged his father’s sleeve:

“No problem!”

Lin Zhen turned to meet Lin Qi’s determined gaze, and his words died in his throat.

Lin Qi also exhaled in relief—three million was still within reach. He’d spent a lot over the past month, but he still had nearly two million on hand.

If he upgraded to an A-tier contract or advanced to the Moonlight Rank, he could easily gather the three million needed for the surgery.

“Doctor, when can we start the surgery?” Lin Zhen sat back down and asked.

Dr. Li hesitated before speaking:

“Our city’s here Shockwave Therapy Unit is the only one in Tianhai, and it’s used for both medical treatments and martial cultivation.”

“Even running 24 hours a day, demand far exceeds supply—we have a waiting list.”

“If your wife starts queuing now, it’ll take at least a year.”

At this, Lin Zhen shot to his feet again, panic flashing across his face:

“A year? That’s too long—Huiyi might not even survive until then!”

Lin Qi frowned.

He grabbed his father’s sleeve and asked for the first time:

“Dr. Li, I’m a B-tier prodigy signed with Chiqiong Martial Hall—can my mother be moved ahead, or given priority?”

“You said it yourself—the Shockwave Therapy Unit is used for both healing and martial cultivation. For medical cases, we don’t cut the line. Priority is only granted for martial cultivation.”

Lin Qi spoke seriously. Lin Zhen calmed down and slowly sat back down.

Dr. Li adjusted his glasses and shook his head:

“Lin Qi, it’s precisely because you’re a B-tier prodigy that I said it’ll take a year.”

“Otherwise, you might wait two years, with constant interruptions from others cutting in.”

“But if you were an A-tier prodigy of Chiqiong Martial Hall, that would be different—you’d be granted priority immediately.”

A-tier contract?

Lin Qi’s eyes lit up again: “If I upgrade to an A-tier contract, how much sooner can we get the surgery?”

Dr. Li thought for a moment before replying slowly:

“If you start queuing now, as soon as you upgrade to an A-tier contract, we’ll insert you immediately—and schedule the surgery within a month.”

“Good!” Lin Qi nodded firmly.

…

Leaving the ward

“Dad, there’s less than two weeks until the final exam—I’ll upgrade to an A-tier contract,” Lin Qi said seriously.

“Huh~”

Lin Zhen exhaled, a relieved smile on his face:

“I believe in you!”

“You’ve grown up. This family now depends on you.”

Over an hour later,

Lin Qi’s mother, Fang Huiyi, finished her therapy and looked considerably better. The family prepared to leave the sanatorium.

As they exited the lobby, Fang Huiyi’s smile vanished. She frowned:

“Let’s go quickly—I saw her.”

Lin Zhen stiffened: “Alright!”

He quickened his pace.

“Huiyi!”

Behind them, not far off, a middle-aged woman dressed in luxury brand clothing waved.

But Lin Qi’s family vanished from sight in an instant.

The woman lowered her hand and smiled:

“So afraid of me? Too bad—we’ll still meet during the New Year.”

…

At the hospital entrance

Lin Zhen frowned at the crowd: “Didn’t expect to run into Yan Ying here.”

“In Rongshan Community, neighbors usually get along well.”

“She’s the exception—always comparing herself, and even her child. Ever since her son got into Third High and showed talent, she’s never stopped flaunting it in front of us.”

“She’s grown more arrogant, more bitter—everyone can’t stand her.”

“Seeing her every day feels like swallowing a fly.”

Fang Huiyi nodded: “Every Spring Festival, she comes back to show off. This year will be no different.”

“But our Xiaoqi has grown now—we don’t fear her anymore.”

Lin Qi knew Yan Ying well—a repulsive woman who’d tormented his family since childhood.

But the situation was completely different now.

…

Next, his parents returned home, while Lin Qi headed to Chiqiong Martial Hall.

Martial Room B123

!

“Ding!”

“Good afternoon, Master!”

A projected figure of Xiao Chan, clad in a blue combat suit, smiled and greeted him.

“Good afternoon!”

Lin Qi replied, then immediately began warming up, taking stimulant pills, energy tonic, and Red Blood Ointment.

Once his body grew hot, he began practicing fist forms on the spot.

His face flushed, his skin reddened, like a furnace emitting white steam.

He started with the familiar Tiger Fist, then switched to Crane Fist, Snake Form, Dragon Form, Monkey Form.

Each time he changed forms, his fighting style shifted—powerful, agile, defensive, unpredictable…

As his body surged with motion, each punch cracked like an air cannon from friction and vibration.

While his body burned, the punches forged his muscles.

Lin Qi’s mind wandered.

A-tier contract!

In the final exam, he must make another huge leap forward.

He desperately needed an A-tier contract.

Whether for himself or his mother, he needed it.

Blood Qi, martial skill—both must keep rising.

“Bang! Bang!”

Crisp cracks echoed as waves of heat flowed endlessly through his veins, spreading to every corner of his body.

Half an hour later, Lin Qi stopped to rest, gulped down his energy drink, then grabbed his training spear.

He began frantically practicing the “Shatter Mountain Spear Art.”

“Shhh! Shhh!”

Watching the spear tip tremble, Lin Qi fixed his gaze on one point, striking it precisely again and again.

A thousand spear shadows formed, trailing behind each thrust as afterimages.

Why hasn’t the third killing technique been mastered yet?

Lin Qi pondered inwardly; nearly a month had passed since he mastered the second killing technique.

His spear technique realm continued to improve, yet the third killing technique stubbornly refused to form.

This left him puzzled.

“Perhaps, like the Five Elements Fist, I can achieve insight by practicing other spear techniques.”

Lin Qi suddenly thought of this, then halted his spear practice.

“Xiao Chan, search for the instructional video of ‘Drip Spear Technique’!”

“Yes, Master!”

Xiao Chan’s jade hand swept through the air; light and shadow converged, projecting a massive green screen into thin air.

“What you are watching is ‘Drip Spear Technique,’ one of the Three Black Iron-Level Spear Manuals produced by the Xia Nation’s Martial Arts Education Bureau,” Xiao Chan explained.

On screen, a lean middle-aged man with prominent temples and piercing eyes appeared.

He wielded a white training spear, moving it swiftly as spear shadows flickered.

As Lin Qi watched, he picked up his training spear and began practicing.

He had already viewed the footage multiple times and fought several battles against opponents using the ‘Drip Spear Technique.’

Now, as he practiced, the techniques flowed naturally from his movements.

“Shuashua~”

Lin Qi’s style shifted dramatically; his spearwork became swift, like a sudden storm, with thrusts dominating every motion.

“Chi~”

The spear sliced through the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

……

(End of Chapter)