At Ferguson’s command, the warriors of the Marlowe family surged forward like a pack of wolves.Their expressions were vicious, eyes cold and merciless, each of them radiating a murderous aura honed through years of fighting. They had followed Ferguson around long enough to know his temper. Anyone who humiliated him would not be allowed to walk away intact.The sudden commotion quickly drew the attention of passersby.People stopped at a distance, whispering among themselves as they recognized the Marlowe family’s uniforms. Some shook their heads in pity as their gazes fell upon Adam. In Coastal Flair, offending the Marlowe family was practically a death sentence.No one knew what had happened, but that didn’t matter. The Marlowe family throwing their weight around was nothing new.Even if someone wanted to help, they didn’t dare. Reporting it to the authorities was unthinkable. Who would be foolish enough to offend the most powerful family in Coastal Flair for the sake of a stranger?

“Mr. Marlowe, you must stand up for me!” Ferguson wailed the moment he opened his mouth.In Julian’s eyes, the usually arrogant and domineering butler now looked like a bullied child who had run home crying to his parents. Tears streamed down Ferguson’s swollen face, mixing with blood and saliva, making him look even more pitiful.Julian frowned deeply, irritation flashing across his face. “You’re a grown man. Stop crying and speak properly,” he snapped impatiently, tapping his cane against the floor.Ferguson hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve, though his hands were still trembling. “Mr. Marlowe, I went exactly as instructed—to invite that so-called wandering healer. Who would’ve thought that old geezer would be so arrogant? The moment I approached him, he slapped me without warning!”He paused, deliberately sniffing as if suppressing fresh tears, then continued embellishing the story. “I couldn’t let the Marlowe family’s dignity be trampled on like that, so I tried to teach h

Adam stood tall, his posture radiating confidence and authority. “I am a reclusive healer,” he said calmly, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “Few in the outside world know my name, and even fewer have ever witnessed my skills firsthand.”Julian leaned forward, curiosity and skepticism warring in his eyes. “How does your medical skill compare to that of Alexander the legendary healer?” he asked, his tone cautious. He had heard of the legendary healer and wondered if Adam’s reputation was genuine.Adam’s eyes glimmered as he gestured toward the wooden sign he carried. “‘Surpasses even Alexander and Jonas Salk; revives the dead and heals the gravest wounds.’ Can’t you see it written there? I do not boast without reason. There is no illness I cannot cure, only prices that some people cannot afford.”Julian’s lips curled into a skeptical sneer. “You boast greatly. Bold words often belong to charlatans,” he said, his doubt evident.Adam’s lips mirrored Julian’s sneer, but it was

“I don’t know whether I’m completely cured,” the patient said, his voice trembling with emotion. Tears streamed freely down his face as he continued, “But I can breathe smoothly now. The pain is gone, and my whole body feels light and relaxed. I haven’t felt this way in years…”Only those who had stood at the edge of despair, counting down the days to their death, could truly understand what that moment meant to him.Ferguson sneered when he saw this. “So what? That doesn’t prove anything. It could just be a temporary improvement—nothing more than a brief.Adam smiled faintly, completely unbothered. “Whether it’s temporary or permanent isn’t decided by words. Let him undergo an examination. The results will speak for themselves.”Julian didn’t hesitate. With a wave of his hand, he ordered, “Send him for a full medical examination immediately.”The Marlowe family owned their own private hospital, equipped with the most advanced facilities and top-tier specialists. Within a short time,

Whitney reacted instantly, her killing intent flaring as she thrust her sword straight toward Adam’s chest without the slightest hesitation.Adam wasn’t surprised in the least.From the very beginning, he had already seen through her thoughts.Whitney never truly wanted him to cure Julian.If Julian remained a cripple—useless both in cultivation and inheritance—then Lazarus would have no choice but to pour all his hopes, resources, and attention onto her. Pills, cultivation techniques, rare treasures… everything would eventually become hers. From her perspective, Adam’s existence was not salvation—it was a threat.“Stop!”“Whitney!”Lazarus and Julian shouted almost at the same time, their voices filled with shock.They had only wanted Whitney to intimidate Adam, to scare him into submission—not to actually strike. But the attack was too sudden. Lazarus didn’t even have time to stand up, let alone intervene.The blade flashed coldly as it closed in on Adam’s chest.At the very last mo