Encountering a Divine Healer

Jiangzhou, as one of China's most developed cities, boasted impeccable infrastructure. After dinner, Huo Xuan strolled to nearby Xingfu Park to aid digestion.

Spanning over thirty acres, the park featured artificial hills and lakes amidst lush greenery. During peak hours, crowds engaged in various activities:

At the central square, hundreds of middle-aged women swayed their figures—plump and slender alike—to the deafening beats of The Hottest Ethnic Wind, their synchronized movements forming a spectacular mass dance. The spectacle momentarily stunned Huo Xuan, who came from a provincial town.

Crossing the square, he entered an emerald lawn where elderly practitioners moved through Tai Chi forms and sword dances with ceremonial precision.

Occasionally, fashionable urban women passed by. Huo Xuan's gaze instinctively pierced through their attire:

"This young wife's skin glows like jade! Pity about the modest bust and dense pubic thicket—does such growth indicate heightened libido?"

"Remarkable! This lady's braless breasts maintain perfect shape and firmness!"

Though maintaining a solemn expression, Huo Xuan mentally undressed every passing beauty. His blood simmered as forbidden vistas flooded his vision, pupils dilating with primal hunger.

A commotion erupted ahead—a group of elderly men clustered around a collapsed figure. "Old Wang's heart attack! Get his medication!" someone shouted, frantically patting the victim's pockets but finding nothing.

Huo Xuan rushed to the scene in three rapid strides. A white-bearded man in his seventies lay writhing on the grass, hands clawing at his chest, face drained of color.

"Coronary heart disease! He'll die without immediate treatment!" a bystander yelled, panic lacing his voice.

Huo Xuan's vision penetrated the man's chest. A critical coronary artery spasmed violently, its lumen narrowed by concentric plaque deposits—bloodflow reduced to a trickle.

Medical Precision

​Affected Vessel: Left anterior descending artery (LAD)​

Pathology: Acute vasospasm + 80% atherosclerotic stenosis​

Consequence: Myocardial ischemia progressing to necrosis

Within 30 seconds, myocardial cells began rupturing. The old man's forehead gleamed with cold sweat, his agonized moans echoing through the park.

"I can't let him die. Can the golden light from my left eye save him?" Huo Xuan suddenly remembered the mysterious golden glow emanating from his left eye, which might alleviate the old man's suffering.

Focusing his gaze on the diseased blood vessel, he concentrated for about ten seconds. A faint, nearly imperceptible golden light shot from his left eye into the old man's chest, seeping into the vessel.

The light vanished too quickly for bystanders to notice.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a dark blue Mao suit emerged—tall at over 180 cm, with broad shoulders and a lean waist. His refined yet rugged demeanor blended scholarly grace with the aura of a martial wanderer.

Bending down, the man said to Huo Xuan, "Young man, I'm a doctor. Let me examine the patient."

Having already sent the golden light into the vessel, Huo Xuan stepped back, uncertain of its effects.

The doctor pressed three fingers to the old man's wrist. Seconds later, he suddenly tapped the man's chest. The old man arched his back, his agonized expression vanishing instantly.

Huo Xuan's eyes widened in shock—his vision revealed the doctor's seemingly casual tap had actually concealed eight precise strikes within ​0.1 seconds. The strikes released eight waves of force that penetrated the skin, expanding the spasming vessel's radius and restoring blood flow.

Meanwhile, Huo Xuan's golden light dissolved the plaque clinging to the vessel walls like melting ice. Within minutes, ​10% of the blockage had cleared.

The old man sat up, his face regaining color. "Doctor, you saved my life!" he gasped.

The man smiled. "Rest well at home," he said before turning to Huo Xuan. His ocean-deep gaze pierced through Huo Xuan, who immediately looked away, unsettled.

How did one glance make me feel stripped bare?

Seeing the old man was safe, Huo Xuan turned to leave. He knew the doctor's intervention had temporarily saved the man, while his golden light was dissolving the plaque—a permanent cure.

As he walked, his mind reeled from the doctor's skill. A single finger tap expanded blood vessels! Such godlike precision!

A chuckle sounded behind him. A hand clasped his shoulder. "Young man, what technique did you use earlier? It actually restored vitality."

Huo Xuan spun around. The Mao-suited doctor stood there, smiling.

He noticed! Panic surged, but Huo Xuan feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about?"

The doctor's hand flashed out, seizing his wrist with viper speed. Numbing energy flooded Huo Xuan's arm, freezing half his body. "Let go!" he shouted.

Ignoring the protest, the doctor pressed fingers to his pulse. After thirty seconds, his eyes widened. "An ​immortal pulse… like Laozi and Zhang Sanfeng…"

This TCM master had tracked Huo Xuan, recognizing his golden light's fundamental healing. Now, detecting the legendary pulse—recorded only in ancient medical texts—his voice trembled with zeal: "Your constitution is peerless. Learn medicine from me—I'll teach you supreme healing arts."

Huo Xuan wrenched free, arm tingling. "Only fools study medicine!" He stormed off.

The doctor's laughter trailed him. "My offer stands—when you wise up."

"Find you? Not a chance!" Huo Xuan cursed inwardly, thoroughly unnerved by the doctor's ability to see through his methods. He quickened his pace, fleeing Xingfu Park like a startled hare.

As he vanished into the crowd, the middle-aged doctor murmured, "Zhang Wu, follow him." A shadow peeled away from a nearby tree, moving with ghostly swiftness beneath the streetlights.

Unaware of the tail, Huo Xuan hurried toward his hotel, glancing over his shoulder every few steps. Relief washed over him when no pursuers appeared—until he reached a busy intersection.

A man in black leather spotted him and barked into his phone: "Tiger! The target's here!"

Across the street, a white van roared to life. Tires screeched as it swerved toward Huo Xuan. Three thugs lunged out before the vehicle fully stopped.

Huo Xuan turned at the sound, eyes widening as the men charged. He bolted, but a fourth attacker blocked his escape. "Make it quick!" the leader snarled.

The largest thug grabbed for his hair. In that slowed-down world of Huo Xuan's enhanced vision, he saw every detail—the calloused hands, the nicotine-stained teeth. He twisted sideways, driving his foot upward with desperate force.

CRUNCH.

The man collapsed, howling and clutching his ruined groin. But victory lasted seconds—three others swarmed him. Rough hands clamped his neck and shoulders, slamming him face-first against the van's cold metal.

"Who sent you?!" Huo Xuan thrashed like a netted shark.

The leader pistol-whipped his skull. "Shut it," he growled, blood flecking his teeth. "You're coming with us."

The thugs shoved Huo Xuan into the van. Tires screamed as the vehicle peeled away.

Two blocks behind, Zhang Wu—a hawk-eyed man in tracksuit—dialed calmly: "Boss, the kid got snatched by unknowns."

"Keep him alive." The voice crackled with urgency. "He's vital."

Zhang Wu sprinted through rush-hour gridlock, closing the gap with preternatural speed.

Inside the van, Huo Xuan's face pressed against greasy floor mats. The groin-kicked thug leaned close, breath reeking of garlic: "You'll beg for death when we arrive, you little—"

"Why me?" Huo Xuan spat blood.

The answer came as a backhanded slap that split his lip. "Xu Bo sends his regards."

Huo Xuan's mind raced. Casino revenge. Before he could strategize—

CRASH!

A fist exploded through the window. Zhang Wu's arm shot through the flying glass shards, steel fingers clamping the driver's throat. The van swerved violently, throwing kidnappers against metal walls like ragdolls.