C12 Being Questioned by Everyone

Jiang Chen paused, his gaze icy as he addressed Luo Yiran, "Do you have anything else to say?"

A bitter taste filled Luo Yiran's heart; she remembered a time when Jiang Chen was never like this.

"Jiang Chen, is it possible for you to..."

"No."

Luo Yiran was cut off before she could finish her plea. Jiang Chen's response was curt, and he walked away without a backward glance.

Watching Jiang Chen's retreating figure, Luo Yiran's emotions churned with complexity.

...

"Hello, is this Mr. Jiang?"

The following morning, as Jiang Chen was in the midst of his workout, a ringing phone disrupted his routine.

Curiosity piqued, Jiang Chen recalled from his past life's memories that he had no friends. Who could be calling him at this hour?

"This is Yang Feng from the First People's Hospital, Mr. Jiang."

"Du du du..."

Upon recognizing the voice, Jiang Chen promptly ended the call.

It was him.

Jiang Chen vividly remembered the duplicitous nature of "Chair Yang" from his time at the First People's Hospital. He had little patience for such individuals.

Predictably, no sooner had Jiang Chen hung up than his phone began to ring again.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, please don't hang up. Hear me out..."

"You have ten seconds," Jiang Chen stated flatly, his voice betraying no hint of emotion.

"Look, Mr. Jiang, our hospital recently admitted a challenging patient. All our doctors are at a loss, and this individual has been mandated by our superiors to receive successful treatment."

"With your extraordinary abilities, could you lend us a hand? Lives are at stake. Could you please come?"

Yang Feng's demeanor had shifted dramatically; he was now humble and earnest, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

"Oh."

Jiang Chen responded tersely and disconnected the call, leaving Yang Feng on the other end bewildered.

Did that mean he agreed?

In reality, Jiang Chen had no intention of going.

Why should the lives of others concern him?

Having been an Immortal Venerable for millennia, Jiang Chen had long since seen through the vicissitudes of life, having witnessed an uncountable number of deaths and the frailty of human existence.

He wasn't inherently cold or indifferent; rather, it was the passage of time that had taught him the art of ruthlessness.

As Jiang Chen was about to freshen up with a shower and grab a bite to eat, his phone interrupted him with another ring.

"Mr. Jiang, let me be frank with you. The president currently hospitalized is the chairman of the Purple-Gold Company in Afrana. I've heard your wife works at the material company under Purple-Gold. Saving him could work in your wife's favor..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen let out a derisive snort. "She and I are no longer connected."

The line went dead with a series of beeps.

"Luo Yiran, what do I care..." he grumbled to himself.

...

That afternoon, Jiang Chen found himself standing at the entrance of the First People's Hospital.

"Chair Yang? Am I expected to come up there myself?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, Yang Feng's spirits lifted. "Great, just wait there, I'll send someone down to escort you!"

Shortly after, several doctors in white coats approached Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Jiang, we appreciate your patience. Please, allow me to escort you upstairs."

Yang Feng, already a portly figure, beamed with a smile so wide it seemed her eyes might disappear.

Leading the way, Yang Feng ushered Jiang Chen into the hospital's reception room.

"Let's skip the formalities. Where's the patient? I'm on a tight schedule."

Yang Feng and the others quickly nodded in agreement.

The moment they stepped into the ward, a strong scent of herbal medicine mixed with the sharp sting of disinfectant hit them.

"It's inconceivable. How can there be a disease that I, Ma Bing, can't cure in this world..."

They found a doctor in a white coat, busily tending to something.

"Old Ma, this is the young miracle doctor I've mentioned before..." Yang Feng introduced with a beaming smile, anxious to keep Ma Bing in good spirits.

Ma Bing spared Jiang Chen a brief glance before returning his full attention to the patient.

"The patient has lost one soul and two spirits. It's a challenging case to treat."

As an Immortal Venerable, Jiang Chen instantly perceived the hidden truth.

Yet, Ma Bing scoffed, "Big talk for such a little kid. What's this nonsense about souls and spirits? Ridiculous!"

"What's all this gibberish? If you can't save him, just admit it. Why spout these cold-hearted comments?"

"You're the one who seems seriously unwell. Better go home and check on yourself!"

At that point, the crowd began to berate Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen felt a sense of futility; discussing such matters with them was like talking to a brick wall.

For a moment, he forgot he was dealing with mere mortals, not his peers from the Heavenly Domain.

Everyone dismissed Jiang Chen as a charlatan, his words no longer carrying any weight.

They had expected Chair Yang to bring in a legendary healer, not someone spouting such absurdities. One soul and one spirit? Did he think this was some kind of TV drama?

"Believe it or not, I must warn you—if the patient is delayed another ten minutes, he could be at death's door. Don't say I didn't alert you," Jiang Chen stated calmly, his expression unflappable.

Meanwhile, despite Ma Bing and the others writing off Jiang Chen as an alarmist, Yang Feng pondered his words with grave seriousness.

Had Yang Feng not previously witnessed Jiang Chen's capabilities, he would have been just as skeptical. But that experience had planted seeds of doubt.

Was there truth to Jiang Chen's warning?

He dreaded the possibility of a missed opportunity.

If this chance for treatment slipped by, he'd be at a loss for words with his superiors.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

With a troubled look, Yang Feng turned to Ma Bing and the rest. "Old Ma, perhaps we should let the young man have a go. What if he can pull it off?"

Yang Feng's voice betrayed his uncertainty, clearly lacking conviction.

Predictably, Ma Bing's face darkened at the suggestion.

"Chair Yang, this is sheer folly," he retorted.

"Can you really entrust a patient's life to a babbling child and still sleep at night? I can't fathom your reasoning!"

Following a stern rebuke from Ma Bing, Yang Feng held his tongue.

After all, Ma Bing's seniority far exceeded his own, with over thirty years of service at the hospital, he was truly a venerable figure.

Should he truly challenge him...

"Damn, the patient is in critical condition..."