RETURN OF THE DRAGON: Made 100 Trillon in A Day

Chapter 10: The God Physician’s Debut

The atmosphere inside the Han Estate wasn't just tense; it was refrigerated. As I stepped through the heavy vermilion doors, a blast of unnatural, bone-chilling mist rolled over my shoes. This wasn't a weather phenomenon. This was the "Mysterious Cold"—a lethal, spiritual frost devouring the life force of the most powerful man in the province: Elder Han.

"State your business or get out," a guard barked, his hand on a pulse-rifle. "The Elder is in seclusion. No visitors."

"I’m not a visitor," I said, my voice cutting through the fog with the resonance of the God-Body. "I’m the only reason he’ll see sunrise."

"Another one?" A man in a white lab coat stepped forward from the hallway, flanked by two other 'experts.' This was Dr. Zuo, the top-rated surgeon in the country. He looked at my casual attire with pure vitriol. "We have the finest medical minds in the world in that room, kid. We have life-support tech worth billions. What do you have? A high-school diploma and a delusional ego?"

"I have a pulse," I said, walking past him. "Which is more than Elder Han will have in ten minutes if you keep vibrating your jaw."

"Stop him!" Zuo screamed.

The guards moved, but I didn't even blink.

[System: Physical Interference Detected. Spend 500 Million for 'Imperial Pressure'?]

Do it.

A heavy, invisible shockwave slammed into the guards, pinning them to the silk-covered walls. Dr. Zuo fell to his knees, gasping as if the air had turned to lead.

"Secretary Su," I called out over my shoulder.

Su Qinghe stepped in, her heels clicking on the frosted floor. "Yes, Chairman?"

"Keep the 'experts' outside. I don't want their incompetence clogging the air while I work."

"Understood," she said, her Ice Queen gaze chilling Dr. Zuo further than the mist ever could.

I pushed open the double doors to the master suite. The sight was grim. Elder Han lay on a bed carved from spirit-jade, his skin the color of a winter corpse. Frost crept up the headboard. His daughter, Han Meiling, stood by the bed, her eyes red from weeping.

"Who are you?" she gasped, reaching for a dagger hidden in her sleeve. "The doctors said no one else was allowed in!"

"The doctors are waiting for him to die so they can write the autopsy report," I said, walking to the bedside. "I’m here to change the script."

"You... you can save him?" she whispered, her hope warring with her suspicion. "The Cold has reached his heart. Even the Great Alchemists of the Capital said he’s a goner."

"Move," I commanded.

I looked at the dying man. The System's interface flickered over him, highlighting the jagged, blue shards of energy encrusting his coronary arteries.

[Target: Elder Han. Condition: Absolute Zero Heart-Rot. Time to Total System Failure: 180 seconds.]

[Purchase: Divine Needle of the Nine Heavens — Cost: 20 Billion Spirit Coins. Proceed?]

Confirm purchase.

[Transaction Confirmed. Balance: 14,499,000,000,000. Downloading 'Ancient Physician' Instincts...]

The world shifted. I didn't see a body; I saw a map of celestial meridians. Nine needles of pure, golden light materialized between my fingers, humming with a frequency that made the frost on the walls retreat.

"Wait!" Dr. Zuo burst into the room, having crawled past the pressure. "He’s going to stab the Elder! That’s murder! You can’t use needles on a heart-rot patient! It’ll cause a spiritual explosion that will level this block!"

"He's right!" Meiling cried, moving to block me. "The energy is too volatile!"

"Meiling," I said, my golden eyes locking onto hers. "Do you want a funeral or a father? Decide in the next three seconds."

She wavered, looking at the flatlining monitor, then at my eyes. She stepped aside.

"If he dies, you won't leave this province alive," she hissed.

"If he dies, I won't have to," I replied.

I didn't use a slow, methodical approach. My hand became a blur.

"He’s piercing the heart!" Zuo shrieked, covering his eyes. "The fool! He’s killed us all!"

The first three needles sank into the Elder’s chest, glowing like miniature suns. The blue frost turned to steam instantly. The fourth, fifth, and sixth needles hit the throat and temples, locking the "Cold" into a single, localized point.

"Seventy seconds," I muttered.

"His vitals are dropping to zero!" Zuo pointed at the screen. "Look! You’ve stopped his heart!"

"I didn't stop it," I said, my hand hovering over the final, ninth needle. "I’m resetting it."

I slammed the ninth needle directly into the center of Elder Han’s sternum.

A shockwave of golden light and freezing mist erupted from the bed, shattering every window in the room. The doctors were blown back into the hallway. Meiling clung to the bedpost, her hair whipping wildly.

Silence followed. Total, heavy silence.

The heart monitor showed a flat, green line.

"You murderer," Zuo whispered, a sick smile of vindication crossing his face. "I told you! Security! Arrest this—"

The sound was like a bass drum.

The heart monitor didn't just beep; it screamed with a vigorous, rhythmic pulse. The frost on Elder Han’s skin vanished, replaced by a healthy, glowing tan. His white hair began to darken before our eyes, infused with the 20-billion-coin vitality I had just injected into his system.

"Impossible," Zuo gasped, crawling toward the bed. "His cultivation... his meridians... they're not just healed. They're reinforced!"

Suddenly, Elder Han’s eyes snapped open. They weren't the eyes of a dying old man. They were the eyes of a dragon.

He sat up with a roar that shook the very foundations of the estate. The spirit-jade bed cracked down the middle. A massive, golden aura exploded from his body, throwing the doctors against the far wall like ragdolls.

"WHO SAVED ME?" he bellowed, his voice vibrating with the power of a peak-stage Grandmaster.

Meiling fell to her knees, weeping with joy. "Father! You're back!"

Elder Han ignored her, his gaze sweeping the room until it landed on me. I was the only one still standing, my arms crossed, my expression bored.

"You?" Han asked, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the unfathomable depth of the power radiating from my "trash" frame. "You’re the one who pulled me back from the Gates of Hell?"

"I’m the one," I said.

He stepped off the bed, the floor tiles shattering under his renewed strength. He stood a head taller than me, a literal giant of the province. "I am Han Tianlong. I own the ports, the mines, and the military of this region. I owe no man. Name your price. Gold? Women? A city? It's yours."

I stepped back, a dark smile playing on my lips as the System calculated the political weight of this moment.

"I don't want your gold, Elder Han," I said, the golden light in my eyes reflecting his own. "And I don't want your cities."

"Then what?" he demanded. "No one works for free."

"I want exactly what the contract says," I replied, tossing a black card onto the ruined bed. "I’ve given you back your life. In exchange, you are now the first shield of the Qin family. When I call, you march. When I point, you destroy."

The room went cold again, but this time from the sheer audacity of my words. Meiling gasped. Dr. Zuo looked like he was about to faint.

Elder Han looked at the card, then back at me. A slow, booming laugh started in his chest. "You want to turn the Tiger of Hanhai into a guard dog? You’ve got guts, kid. More guts than anyone I’ve met in eighty years."

"It's not a request, Elder," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It's a debt. And as you’ll find out, I’m a very demanding collector."

As Elder Han reached out to shake my hand, a massive explosion rocked the front gates of the estate. A voice, amplified by spirit energy, boomed across the grounds: "Han Tianlong! Hand over the Qin brat and his blood, or we will level this mountain with the Heavens' Wrath!"

[System: Warning! The Eternal Spring Sect's 'Great Elder' has arrived. Rank: 5 (Lord Realm). Would you like to spend 100 Billion to 'Awaken' the Elder Han you just saved into a Berserker?]

I looked at the newly revived giant. "Well, Elder," I said. "It looks like your first shift starts early."