RISE OF THE DRAGON KING!

4.

“You may leave.”

Doctor Tirta’s gaze grew even more serious.

He began to ponder—who exactly is Bintang?

How could he use ancient methods so desperately sought after by modern doctors to treat poison—甚至 illnesses that even advanced medical equipment could not handle?

If he allowed Bintang to continue living, a real threat would surely loom over him. Moreover, Bintang might become someone worshipped by all those in need of his services. That alone was enough to make Doctor Tirta burn with resentment.

Cahaya Street was extremely quiet. After waiting there for ten minutes, the same BMW X4 driven by Diana finally stopped in front of Bintang. Watching the car, Bintang murmured softly.

“Finally… someone has come to pick me up.”

The car door opened. A young woman in simple clothing stepped out and carefully examined Bintang from head to toe, nodding slightly as she muttered,

“All black clothing, handsome face… exactly like the description the women mentioned about the Medical Goddess…”

“Why are you just standing there?” Bintang said, already feeling sleepy, prompting the girl to finally speak again.

“Are you Mister Bintang?”

He simply nodded. The girl immediately opened the door and escorted him back to her residence located in the heart of Cloud City.

Ten minutes later—

The grandeur of the mansion did not astonish Bintang, but he was slightly surprised by the extremely tight security surrounding it. The guards were armed with firearms—clearly, the identity of this house’s owner was far beyond Clara’s family.

As he followed the girl inside, walking calmly, she suddenly began speaking.

“My father is suffering from a strange illness… He has been bedridden for the past three years. Earlier today, he briefly fell into a coma. I hope you can save him, sir. Even if he can’t fully recover, at least I don’t want him to suffer like this anymore…”

She finished her words and opened a door, revealing a burly middle-aged man lying on a bed, surrounded by numerous medical devices that made his pitiful condition painfully obvious.

“Where is the Life Jade you broke?”

The girl nodded and took out a bright blue jade—the one belonging to her master.

“Sir, this is—”

After examining it and confirming its authenticity, Bintang nodded. He removed the fragment engraved with his master’s phone number and stored the remaining piece of the Life Jade in his pocket.

Seeing that the girl remained mostly silent, Bintang began his examination of the middle-aged man.

Moments later—

Unstable blood pressure, several gunshot wounds that hadn’t healed, and poison nearly identical to what Clara’s father had suffered from.
How could this have happened?

Bintang frowned, prompting the girl to ask anxiously,

“Sir, how is it? Can you cure my father?”

“This is only a minor issue,” Bintang replied calmly. “Go prepare the raw herbal ingredients I’ve written down. I’ll begin treatment tomorrow once everything is ready.”

“Alright…”

After reviewing the list of herbs, the girl nodded.

“How about you step outside and let my father rest again? Honestly, this room needs to remain sterile.”

“That won’t work,” Bintang rejected her suggestion.

“Sir—”

“To be honest, your father has been poisoned. The toxin has paralyzed the blood cells that should heal his wounds. It has also invaded his blood vessels and heart. I only want to know—where did this poison come from?”

The girl froze and stared at Bintang seriously.

“Is what you’re saying true? If that’s the case, what should I tell my father’s superiors? He is a commander of Amerta Nation’s forces. His identity is extraordinary. To ensure his safety, the Grand General does not want anyone disturbing his rest!”

“Don’t worry,” Bintang said calmly. “Just say I’m a cleaning assistant who monitors his condition and reports directly to you. It’s only for one night. By then, you’ll learn many truths you need to know.”

The girl nodded. For some reason, she felt that everything Bintang said was true. At this moment, nothing mattered more to her than her father’s safety.

After she left—

Bintang looked at the middle-aged man, who had actually regained consciousness during the examination.

“Sir… are you the Medical Goddess my little daughter mentioned?”

“I wouldn’t dare claim such a grand title. But your daughter presented the Life Jade—so it’s my duty to save you.”

The man slowly closed his eyes again. Once he had fallen into deep sleep, Bintang exhaled softly and muttered,

“The one who comes in next should be here to check on his condition…”

Creak!

The door opened. Bintang instantly stood up—only to see the plump figure of Doctor Tirta enter the room.

“W-what are you doing here?!”

“Hm? Do you know me, sir?” Bintang replied with a faint smile, pretending not to recognize him.

“Guards! There’s a fraud here! Why did you let him in?!” Doctor Tirta shouted furiously. He never expected Bintang to infiltrate the room of a special-force commander of Amerta Nation.

Hearing the shout, one guard rushed in and pointed his firearm—at Doctor Tirta.

“He is Miss Anya’s new assistant. As a doctor, you should keep the situation calm. Instead, you’re shouting like this! Do you think this is a playground?!”

Doctor Tirta fell silent. This was a real threat. He had no choice but to tolerate Bintang’s presence.

“…Alright.”

The guard nodded, glanced at Bintang with a different look, and casually left the room.

Moments later, silence returned. Bintang carefully observed Doctor Tirta’s actions.

Doctor Tirta injected a slightly greenish liquid into the IV line, prompting Bintang to finally speak.

“A doctor’s duty is to save lives. Yet this is the first time I’ve seen a doctor trying to kill his patient. Doctor Tirta, as the best doctor in this city—is this how you conduct yourself?”

Doctor Tirta smiled faintly.

“Bintang, don’t act smart. Besides, the commander is in a coma. Do you really think these guards would believe I’m trying to kill him?”

Hearing this, Bintang stepped closer to the commander. Just as the man was about to curse Doctor Tirta, Bintang discreetly pressed a nerve point, immobilizing him and allowing Doctor Tirta to leave without raising suspicion.

“That’s true,” Bintang said lightly. “I’m just a servant. Anything I see could easily be silenced by you.”

“At least you know your place,” Doctor Tirta sneered. “But I advise you not to interfere in my affairs. Otherwise, you’ll be dragged into a disaster beyond your imagination!”

With that, Doctor Tirta finished his task and immediately left the room.