The Reincarnation Of The Divine Physician

Chapter 004

That morning, Crescent Alley was unusually lively. The scent of herbs and a flicker of hope hung in the air normally thick with garbage and smog.

Arkhan stood in front of his shop, wearing a faded cheap shirt that looked remarkably neat. He held a small leather bag left behind by his master, containing basic medical tools and silver needles he had cleansed with spiritual energy last night.

Though his stomach was full thanks to the locals, Arkhan knew he couldn't stay here if he wanted to fully heal. He needed high-grade medical supplies like Snow Ginseng or Dragon Blood Mushrooms, items found only in elite auctions or rich collectors' vaults.

"To reach the Bronze Vessel Stage, I need at least three hundred million just for basic bone-forging herbs," Arkhan thought, stepping out toward the main boulevard of Metropolis.

The city was a concrete jungle. Skyscrapers towered over the streets as if challenging the heavens. Arkhan walked calmly along the sidewalk, ignoring the stares branding him a beggar.

To him, the bustle felt shallow. Almost everyone passing by carried the seeds of disease—a byproduct of toxic lifestyles and foul environmental energy.

Suddenly, the sharp screech of tires tore through the traffic noise.

SCREECH!

A luxury convoy—three black Mercedes-Benzes with a Rolls-Royce Phantom in the middle—slammed to a halt at the curb just a few meters ahead. Doors flew open, and suit-clad bodyguards wearing earpieces scrambled out in a panic.

"Sir! Sir, wake up!" shouted a bodyguard, pulling open the Rolls-Royce's rear door.

A crowd gathered. Arkhan stopped a few paces away. Through his spiritual sense, he spotted a thick "black aura" spewing from inside the car. Cold, violent, and pulsing like a dying heart.

An elderly man with snow-white hair lay slumped inside. His face was blue, his breathing like tearing paper. Beside him, a strikingly beautiful young woman with a cold, commanding presence trembled in terror.

It was Luna Wijaya.

"Call an ambulance from the Central Hospital! Right now!" Luna yelled, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "Grandpa, hang on! Don't leave me!"

A middle-aged man in a white coat—likely the family doctor—pulled out a medical bag. His trembling hands checked the old man's pulse. "He stopped breathing! Blood pressure is crashing! Get the epinephrine jab ready! We need to stimulate his heart now!"

Seeing the doctor pull out a syringe, Arkhan spoke up. His voice wasn't loud, yet it cut through the chaos.

"Inject that now, and he dies in three seconds. His heart didn't stop from failure; it's clogged by frozen cold energy. That shot will shatter his blood vessels."

Every eye snapped to Arkhan.

Luna Wijaya turned, locking her sharp gaze onto the pale, shabby young man. "Who are you? How dare you speak like that while my grandfather's life hangs by a thread!"

Doctor Hendra sneered in rage. "Where did this beggar come from? Get lost! Don't interfere with medical procedures! I am a German-trained cardiologist, I know what I'm doing!"

Hendra ignored the warning and plunged the epinephrine needle into the old man's arm.

One second... two seconds...

The portable heart monitor emitted a long, flat screech. Mr. Wijaya convulsed violently, then went stiff. Fresh blood trickled from his nose and ears.

"What?! Impossible! Why is this happening?!" Hendra turned pale, frantically attempting CPR, but the old man didn't respond.

"Grandpa! GRANDPA!" Luna shrieked hysterically. She looked back at Arkhan, despair flickering in her eyes. "You... you said he'd die if injected. Do you know something?!"

Arkhan stepped forward calmly. Two bodyguards blocked his path, but Luna barked, "Let him through! Move!"

Arkhan stood by the open car door. In his spiritual sight, the old man's meridians were nearly smothered by a black fog. This was Soul-Freezing Poison, an ancient technique that had no business existing in this era.

"Stop crying. Do you want me to save your grandfather, or do you want to keep crying?" Arkhan asked coldly.

"Please... save him," Luna sobbed. "I'll give you anything! Anything!"

Arkhan pulled a silver needle from his small bag. It looked old and unconvincing, prompting Doctor Hendra to yell again, "Hey! Don't touch the patient with that filthy tool! That's malpractice! He's dead, leave him alone!"

Arkhan didn't turn. Swiftly, he drove the needle straight into the peak of the old man's head—the Baihui point—followed by two more below his collarbones.

"Shut up, or you'll join him," Arkhan growled at Hendra.

Arkhan pressed his palm against Mr. Wijaya's left chest. Closing his eyes, he forced a sliver of his soul essence to flow—not to heal him completely, but to shatter the cold energy blockage.

Thump.

A faint pop echoed, as if something broke inside the old man's chest.

The next second, Mr. Wijaya gasped loudly.

HACK!

He spewed a thick blob of foul, freezing black sludge onto the car floor—the fluid literally emitting icy vapor.

The heart monitor beeped back to life... beep... beep... beep... indicating a steady pulse. The blue tint on his face faded into a pale flush.

A heavy silence fell over the crowd. Bodyguards, onlookers, and especially Doctor Hendra froze as if seeing a ghost.

Luna Wijaya covered her mouth, tears of relief spilling over. "Grandpa... Grandpa, you're awake?"

Arkhan calmly drew his needles back. His vision wobbled slightly; using energy had drained his remaining strength.

"He's not cured," Arkhan said, turning away without waiting for thanks. "That was just emergency aid to buy him a few days. If the poison in his bone marrow isn't cleared within three days, not even a god can save him."

"Wait!" Luna called out, trying to catch up. "Sir! What's your name? Where can I find you?"

Arkhan kept walking, his lonely silhouette commanding respect amid the city crowd.

"Just look for 'Crescent Clinic' in Crescent Alley. And remember... don't let that foolish doctor touch him again if you want your grandfather to keep breathing."

Luna stood frozen, watching Arkhan fade around the corner. She clutched her family's gold business card that she hadn't managed to hand over.

"Crescent Alley..." Luna muttered. "Hurry! Find out who that man is! I want his full file in an hour!"