Chapter 174: Did You Grab the Wrong One?

Compared to the busy Anti-He Xing Front, Xiao Ye had spent these days relatively peaceful.

At this point, she could already walk around with a cane and had looked out the window, but she knew her identity was sensitive and had made no attempt to escape the clinic.

"But could such a wound really heal this fast?"

Watching the sky darken again, Xiao Ye couldn't help but wonder once more if she was already dead—after all, when she looked down at her smooth, unscarred abdomen, it was hard to believe she had nearly been cut in half.

But the injury had truly happened, so the only thing that could be fake was the healing.

"Bang bang bang!"

A knock suddenly sounded at the door; Xiao Ye recognized the voice and immediately said:

"Come in!"

As the door opened, Feng Xue walked in wearing a white coat.

Seeing he carried no instruments and wasn't followed by the pretty nurse, Xiao Ye was slightly surprised:

"Is there another check-up?"

"No, someone's here to pick you up—ah, damn it! Bring your things and come out. Uh, should I get you a wheelchair?"

"Huh?" Xiao Ye froze for a moment, then broke into ecstatic joy—but immediately frowned, suspicion creeping back into her heart.

Seeing Xiao Ye's expression, Feng Xue didn't waste words:

"He told me to pass on this: 'Little Knight.' Hmm, you dress like a ninja but go by 'Knight'—definitely misleading."

"Phew…" Xiao Ye relaxed slightly and moved to take off the hospital gown; Feng Xue rolled his eyes:

"Leave it on. Just remember to return it with the wheelchair later."

…

Meanwhile, in the outpatient room of Yutu Pharmacy, a man and woman were examining the shop's interior, though the young man's head was covered by a mesh stretch cap.

No choice—according to legend, only the injured could find this clinic at night. Today, during daylight, Feng had gotten his head split open in a brawl to lower suspicion; as soon as night fell, the two arrived in Xili Su with forty-seven million.

They'd only come out of desperation, but somehow, half-dazed, they'd ended up at this unremarkable pharmacy.

"Nana!" A voice suddenly called out; even now, Xiao Ye restrained herself from using the codename and used a nickname instead.

Both turned toward the voice and saw Xiao Ye seated in a wheelchair, clutching her combat uniform in her arms—yet their expressions didn't ease. Feng, wearing the stretch cap in a ridiculous pose, asked a question just as unserious:

"What's one plus one?"

"Seven." Xiao Ye answered instantly; Feng exhaled in relief, his fingers twitching slightly. Feng Xue felt a surge of faith energy flow from him; Xiao Ye clearly sensed it and immediately released a weaker pulse of faith energy to make contact.

"Damn, so it's not just gear that can be powered by faith energy! Missed an opportunity—I should've interrogated them about their faith techniques. Oh well, there'll be another chance…" Feng Xue muttered inwardly, but outwardly kept a stern face:

"Ready yet? If so, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my business!"

"Sorry! Here's Xiao Ye's medical fee—forty-seven million, right? Don't worry, all are non-sequential old bills." At Feng Xue's words, Lena immediately smiled and handed over a prepared briefcase. In this era of He Xing surveillance networks, even anonymous accounts attracted attention with large transfers, so their organization always kept large cash reserves.

Feng Xue opened the briefcase, glanced inside, and nodded—but then spoke:

"Not enough."

"Huh?" Before Lena or Feng could respond, it was Xiao Ye who gasped first—but before any of them could argue, Feng Xue pointed at Feng:

"His suturing fee and tetanus shot—twenty thousand. Uh, you can pay online. Oh, and I don't accept insurance."

"Even after writing off dozens of thousands in change, you still want twenty thousand…" Xiao Ye muttered inwardly, but Lena didn't hesitate—she pulled out two ten-thousand-yuan bills from her pocket, thanked him again, then wheeled Xiao Ye toward the door.

"Remember to return the wheelchair and hospital gown!"

…

In an abandoned subway station in Xili Su, a mature woman with white hair carefully examined Xiao Ye, while a middle-aged man with white hair asked for specific details.

"Just like the legend says—it can only be found at night. The doctor's an Asian male, aged twenty to thirty, speaks Mandarin, has a casual demeanor, and excellent medical skill…" Feng pointed to his head, but the woman examining Xiao Ye suddenly interrupted:

"'Excellent' doesn't even begin to cover it—it's miraculous! Even my ability can't achieve this. The craziest part? He used cosmetic injections. If I hadn't been able to perform deep scans, I wouldn't have even noticed she'd nearly been cut in half!"

"Even your ability can't do that?" The white-haired man raised an eyebrow, incredulous. The Anti-He Xing Front's abilities were powers born from deep introspection of will and belief under godless conditions. Though limited in combat, they often possessed peculiar marvels. Tina's healing ability, combined with her professional expertise, far surpassed modern medicine—yet she'd given such a high evaluation?

"Yeah, at least I can't suture a severed kidney and make it keep functioning." Tina's tone carried a hint of defeat. Lena interjected:

"Forget that—how's Xiao Ye?"

"Fine. Healthy, no traces of truth serums or other drugs, faith frequency and abilities are normal. Confirmed identity. Another week of rest and she'll be good." Tina concluded. Lena finally exhaled in relief. The white-haired man extended his hand:

"Do you still have the item?"

"Dima!" Feng glared at the middle-aged man, but Xiao Ye immediately pulled out a metal vial from her combat uniform—she'd wanted to produce it the moment she arrived, had it not been for the identity verification!

"This is it?" Dima picked up the vial. As his faith ability activated, a small space split open, and the vial floated inside the cubic space, slowly rotating, then opening—revealing its contents…

"Uh… Xiao Ye, did you grab the wrong one?"

(End of Chapter)