Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1260 - 558: Ordinary (Part 2)

Deep in contemplation, Ding Hui suddenly heard the courteous knock from the group outside the door.

"Divine Doctor Ding! Excuse me, is Ding Hui, Divine Doctor Ding, inside?"

Are they searching for... me??

Ding Hui felt somewhat stunned.

If these Foolish Underworld folks were after Diao Deyi, it would be understandable, since Diao Deyi could have provoked them lately. Showing up for payback would be expected.

If these Foolish Underworld folks were targeting the woman from the nearby Rebel Army, that would also fit. The reward for grabbing Rebel Army members in Thunder City is substantial, and it's a duty the Foolish Underworld has to fulfill.

Yet this group... they're actually after me??

Ding Hui quickly pieced it together.

Her eyes narrowed faintly.

With Fang Yu gone at the moment, getting captured by foes was the last thing she could allow.

After a moment's reflection, she replied.

"What do you want?"

"Divine Doctor Ding, sorry for disturbing you so late. My sister's condition is dire, hanging between life and death. Miracle Doctor Mo insists that only Divine Doctor Ding can rescue her. I plead for your gracious help to save my sister!"

Wanting me to treat someone without even a face-to-face?

Ding Hui let out a cold sneer.

Coming along with backup— is this a request for aid, or a coercion?

And moreover...

"I know your voice. You were the one who hurt my husband last night at the White Cloud Inn."

Ding Hui declared straightforwardly.

"It was a total misunderstanding! I realize Divine Doctor Ding might not trust my words, but here's Miracle Doctor Mo’s personal letter. Please, Divine Doctor Ding, read it first before deciding..."

Ding Hui's brow furrowed a bit. She had crossed paths with Lao Mo several times.

However, they weren't truly close.

In her view, Lao Mo’s medical expertise was simply too 'mediocre'.

Not because the healing prowess fell short, but due to its absence of creativity and the bold daring required for elite physicians.

Ding Hui had concluded back then that Lao Mo’s career peak was right there.

Meanwhile, she kept advancing relentlessly, pushing boundaries—from fusing demon and human forms to delving into Human Demon Spirit unity, and now into blended studies of bloodline spirit and array bindings...

To put it simply, she ventured into fresh territories nonstop, shattering limits and plunging ever further.

Lao Mo represented the typical everyday divine doctor, possessing solid-enough skills honed from routine practice to manage everyday wounds and ailments.

Nothing beyond that.

This stemmed from divergent paths, so Ding Hui and Lao Mo naturally kept their distance.

Still, one fact stood firm: even facing Foolish Underworld coercion, Lao Mo wouldn't mislead her; that wasn't his character.

As the envelope slid through the door's bottom gap, Ding Hui snatched it up and found herself immediately captivated by the letter's details.

The missive featured just technical terms, laying out the patient's state in a straightforward manner.

With those plain phrases revealing themselves, Ding Hui imagined herself right in front of the patient, spotting every injury vividly, grasping all shifts in wounds and drug responses as though observing live.

"As a chronicler, this fellow could be a genius in certain ways?"

Ding Hui mused inwardly.

Lacking personal assumptions or florid details, the letter resembled a clinical report, detailing the patient's status thoroughly.

The sole problem lay in the author's inability to comprehend the patient's affliction.

Nevertheless, Ding Hui grasped the patient's rough state from these basic notes alone.

"Fascinating—I never thought anyone else besides me was probing human-demon fusion."

"Obviously no Demon Martial Artist, but displaying demonization traces, physical responses..."

She couldn't deny it; Ding Hui was utterly intrigued.

...

Beyond the room.

No sound!

Still silent!

Song Zhenrong gripped his fists in tension.

Miracle Doctor Mo’s assured letter promised that Divine Doctor Ding would agree to go upon reading it.

Yet after slipping the letter inside, a good while elapsed with zero response from within.

From where did Miracle Doctor Mo draw such strange assurance!

Worse yet, the Divine Doctor Ding indoors was allied with the stranger he'd clashed with earlier.

Given that connection, Song Zhenrong nearly despaired of convincing her to treat his sister.

And resorting to force...

Forget whether it'd succeed—a forcibly dragged doctor wouldn't truly exert effort to heal.

Even under duress, if she isn't truly eager to provide aid, countless hidden dangers could lurk in wait.

Dealing with such issues demands genuine sincerity and tempting rewards to sway the other side.

Song Zhenrong offered cash and treasures freely, secretly wishing for the other to ask for even more.

Money can always be remade, yet without his sister's survival, everything would be lost forever.

"Captain, nothing's stirring inside. Do we..."

His loyal subordinate feigned a push at the door, only to get a fierce glare from Song Zhenrong.

He came begging for a miracle cure, not to bully anyone into helping.

A tiny shift in their bond could spell life or doom for his sister!

Luckily, noise echoed from within just then.

Footsteps drawing near.

Followed by a sharp creak.

The door.

Slowly swung open.

…

Not long afterward.

The bulk of Foolish Underworld's crew pulled back.

Just a handful lingered, stationed at the inn.

They awaited a certain individual, who still hadn't come back from abroad.

…

Forest Snake Gang.

"Have mercy, great one!!"

The Forest Snake Gang's boss groveled nearly to the floor, sobbing as he clutched Fang Yu’s leg.

As a gang chief, he now possessed zero shred of pride, weeping so pathetically that it gave Fang Yu chills.

"So you're nothing but a front man?"

"Great one, a proxy! Merely a proxy! Not some fall guy! Please, I beg you, don't kill me..."

While pleading, he even smeared snot onto Fang Yu’s trousers, utterly revolting.

Gazing at the blood bar hovering over his head.

A pitiful 1000 health points alone.

Yet by his account, the true Forest Snake Gang leader wasn't any mightier than him!

Still, that actual boss enjoyed elite bodyguards' shield, unlike this one with no real defense.

Fang Yu's brows knit tight.

"As a proxy then, where's the real one hiding?"

"I have no clue."

The Forest Snake Gang's boss wagged his head frantically like a rattle.

"I seldom catch sight of him, once a month if lucky, or absent for two, three months straight."

This revelation left Fang Yu baffled.

"How does he run the gang at all?"

"I do!"

The Forest Snake Gang's boss jabbed at his own chest.

"From the moment that sly old fox lured me here, I've overseen every bit of the Forest Snake Gang—high and low, young and old, all matters and members, nearly solo! That geezer vanishes daily, off who-knows-where carousing!!"

His words brimmed with fury and bitterness.

Utterly blind to how Fang Yu’s stare had chilled to ice.

"Meaning you dispatched those hunters after me?"

The Forest Snake Gang's boss froze in shock.

At last, he lifted his gaze to scrutinize Fang Yu.

Unfamiliar face.

Utterly alien.

In the dim light before, he'd been taken down in one strike, so the Forest Snake Gang's boss caved instantly, spotting a supreme expert and ditching all pride to cling to life.

He never imagined revenge targeted not the hidden boss, but him—the phony substitute!!

"Mis-understanding!"

The Forest Snake Gang's boss's tone pitched higher without thought.

"Great one, pure misunderstanding, I swear I didn't realize! Might I learn your esteemed name?"