Chapter 37: Rescuing from Collapse by Restoring Yang and Releasing the Soul

Doctor Lynn was stunned by John's slap. So were the other patients in line.

It was merely a disagreement over a diagnosis—why did John hit Doctor Lynn?

None of them understood how dire the little girl's condition truly was, so they couldn't grasp John's urgency or fury.

John had fought across the world for five long years. That experience had taught him the value of life more deeply than most. If he didn't intervene now, he would be forced to watch a young life fade away before his eyes.

And he couldn't bear to do that.

"Fuck—!"

Doctor Lynn staggered to his feet, swore angrily, and pulled out his phone.

"Tracy, where the hell did you find this lunatic?! He's out of control!"

He was calling Tracy Linch.

At that moment, Tracy was still busy shopping in the provincial capital. She frowned in confusion at the sudden outburst. "What's going on, Doctor Lynn? What do you mean by 'lunatic'?"

"This bastard John! How did you even hire him? Were you blind during recruitment?" Quin Lynn shouted, furious.

"Doctor Lynn, John is my brother. Please watch your language," Tracy's tone immediately chilled when she heard him insult John.

"Your brother?" Quin Lynn froze for a moment before roaring, "No wonder he keeps challenging me! So he's your brother. Tracy, you've been against me all along, haven't you?! Fine! I'm done! I won't work here anymore!"

"Doctor Lynn, what are you talking about?"

Before Tracy could get clarity, Quin had already hung up. When she tried calling back, she found his phone had been switched off.

Then she called John—but he didn't answer either.

Tracy grew anxious. She dropped everything and rushed back to New York, her heart filled with dread, praying nothing had gone wrong.

At the Feazer Medical Clinic.

After switching off his phone, Quin turned to John with a face like ice. "You and your sister are really gutsy. Fine. I'm leaving the Feazer Medical Clinic. Let's see how you two plan to run this damn place without me."

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. His two apprentices followed him without hesitation.

Much of the clinic's reputation had been built on Quin Lynn's name.

With him gone, the patients no longer saw any reason to stay.

Before they left, many threw angry comments at John.

"This clinic deserves to be shut down for hiring a psycho like him!"

After waiting so long in line, and finally nearing their turn, now everything had come undone. Who wouldn't be furious?

One by one, the patients filed out, muttering in frustration.

The mother of the little girl tried to leave as well, carrying her daughter in her arms. But John rushed forward and called out, "Madam, your daughter's illness can't wait—"

"Shut up!"

Her voice was sharp and resentful.

John had only wanted to help, but the woman turned and snapped at him, "If it weren't for you, my daughter would be getting better right now! I beg you—stop hurting us. Go hurt someone else instead!"

John stood frozen.

Then his face turned cold.

"I'll say this once," he said flatly. "If your daughter takes the White Tiger Potion, she will die. Believe it or not—it's your choice."

He regretted the situation, but not all kindness is rewarded.

His teacher had once told him: "Medical skill should be rooted in compassion—but never offered cheaply."

At the time, he hadn't fully understood. Now, he did.

"Even as the King of Horizon, I can't believe it took me this long to grasp such a simple truth."

With a sigh, John turned and walked back into the clinic.

As for the little girl—he would leave her fate to the heavens.

The woman, meanwhile, cursed him under her breath—"Psycho!"—and left with her daughter.

However…

She hadn't gone far when the girl stirred in her arms and whispered in a barely audible voice, "Mom… I'm cold…"

And then—

Whoosh!

A terrifying wave of cold swept through her body. The symptoms of heat that had been showing before completely vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

The Yang energy that had been faintly hovering on her skin had dissipated. In its place, an intense cold had fully erupted from within.

The mother gasped—her daughter now felt like a block of ice in her arms.

Panic gripped her heart.

It was cold! It was cold!

The young doctor's diagnosis had been right all along.

Without thinking, the woman turned and rushed back to the clinic. She didn't even make it to the door before she began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Doctor, I'm sorry! My daughter really has a cold illness—it's true! I should have listened to you. Please! Please save her…"

But this time, John didn't come running like before.

His expression remained indifferent. "You're not sincere," he said coldly. "I won't treat your daughter."

Splash!

The woman's tears flowed freely. She fell to her knees, guilt and desperation written across her face.

"Doctor… I was wrong! I'm ignorant. I trusted the wrong person. Please—forgive me, just this once. For the sake of my daughter. She's innocent…"

She bowed again and again, forehead striking the floor, her sobs heartbreaking.

John's brow furrowed. He stood silent for a long moment. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Fine. For the sake of your daughter, come in."

She was right. The girl had done nothing wrong—she shouldn't suffer because of her mother's mistakes.

Besides, John could see that the woman had acted out of love. Misguided, yes—but still, love.

"I'll forgive you this time," he said quietly.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you, thank you…" the woman cried in relief, clutching her daughter tightly.

She followed him inside and gently laid her daughter on the treatment bed.

The child's body was icy cold now, her breathing faint and erratic. The cold energy had penetrated deep—it was a critical moment.

"You need to wait outside."

John asked the woman to leave, then closed the curtain around the bed. His expression turned grim.

Thankfully, the girl hadn't taken that White Tiger Potion yet. If she had, even John couldn't guarantee her survival.

Suddenly—

A dozen silver needles appeared between his fingers.

Without hesitation, he pierced the corresponding acupoints on the girl's body with practiced precision.

At the same time, the Nameless Divine Skill began to circulate within him. A warm stream of internal energy flowed through the needles and into the girl's body.

"Rescuing from collapse by restoring Yang… and releasing the soul!"