"What."
Li Shuyun's pretty face was shocked. She looked at Wan Yunting's bloodshot eyes and frowned, puzzled. "How could you be completely crippled?"
"Anger attacked my heart, I went berserk, and barely survived." Wan Yunting shook his head with a bitter smile.
The fierce battle that night, surpassing his limits, fighting a thousand with one, and then being stimulated to madness, his anger went berserk, leading to his dantian being completely depleted of qi and his martial arts being completely abolished.
"Don't be discouraged, there's still a chance to recover."
Li Shuyun looked at him, hoping Wan Yunting could pull himself together.
"You're so silly, ask your master..."
Wan Yunting's heart stirred with excitement, and he asked Li Shuyun, "Did you bring your phone? Lend it to me to make a call."
Li Shuyun immediately took out her phone. Wan Yunting tried to reach for it with his left hand, but his entire arm was injured, and there was a bullet wound on his left shoulder. He couldn't lift it at all.
"Tell me the number, I'll call for you."
"Yes, it's a domestic number..."
Wan Yunting recited a string of numbers. Li Shuyun dialed. After two rings, the other party answered with a man's voice: "Hello, who is this?"
Li Shuyun turned on the speakerphone. Wan Yunting shouted, "Old Ma, it's me, Yunting."
"Yunting..."
Ma Zhendong, who was in his office at Huadu Prison, froze. He immediately said, "I heard you were injured, and very seriously. Are you feeling any better now?"
"I won't die."
Wan Yunting felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that everyone was worried about him.
"That's good."
Ma Zhendong was relieved and then said, "Old Pang told me that you've collected evidence about Young Master Leng's drug trafficking. Old Pang is heading to Malaysia tomorrow for a secret meeting with the local police, and we're ready to launch a thunderous anti-drug operation against Young Master Leng and his syndicate at any time!"
"Mm."
Wan Yunting's voice was weak and listless. "We'll discuss this after Old Pang comes tomorrow. I'm calling you now to ask you to find my master. I need to talk to him."
"Okay, I'll go find him right away. But I have to tell you, your master hasn't been in good condition these past few days!"
As Ma Zhendong walked out of his office towards the prison building where inmates were held, he told Wan Yunting about his master, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint. "So you need to finish your business there quickly and rush back!"
Hearing that his master's end was near, Wan Yunting's heart grew heavy...
Ma Zhendong walked quickly to Prison Cell Zero. The iron door was not closed. Inside, sitting cross-legged on the iron bed was a figure with disheveled, ancient white hair. The worn prison uniform looked very loose. Because he was the Ghost Hand Medical Saint, he had lost a lot of weight since Wan Yunting last saw him, becoming skin and bones.
His hair was unkempt, his face sunken, his eyes hollowed, and his yellow skin was covered with wrinkles and age spots. His entire face looked terrifying.
Ma Zhendong held his phone and tiptoed into the cell. He softly called out, "Master, wake up. Yunting is calling to speak with you."
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint, who was sitting cross-legged on the iron bed, sustained only by his last breath, slowly opened his eyes. Although his end was near, his eyes were still incredibly sharp. He asked steadily, "What does that brat want from his master?"
Seeing him awake, Ma Zhendong bowed respectfully and turned on his phone's speaker. Wan Yunting's voice immediately came through: "Master, my dantian is completely depleted of qi, and my martial arts are abolished."
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint's sunken, thin face showed no expression. However, when Ma Zhendong heard that his martial arts were abolished, he exclaimed, "Yunting, how could your martial arts be completely abolished?"
Wan Yunting, leaning against the head of the bed, with Li Shuyun sitting beside him holding his phone, looked at the man with silent gaze...
"Alas, to save Wan'er, Young Master Leng set a trap for me. I was mobbed, and my anger attacked my heart, leading to my berserk state," Wan Yunting said with a wry smile.
"Hmph."
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint, sitting cross-legged on the iron bed, snorted, "You brat, I knew you would act rashly outside sooner or later!"
Wan Yunting smiled wryly, "Master, stop with the sarcastic remarks. Quickly tell me, can my dantian recover?"
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint's old eyes keenly looked at the phone Ma Zhendong held in front of him and said, "You went berserk and your dantian is completely ruined. It's not easy to recover. Come back immediately and find Chang Wude. He can help you!"
Hearing his master tell him to return immediately, Wan Yunting smiled wryly, "Master, I haven't finished my business here yet, and I can't return to the country now. Also, I asked someone to inquire about the senior Chang Wude you mentioned, but there's no such person in Huadu!"
On the day he was released from prison, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint had given him a jade pendant to find Chang Wude's whereabouts. Wan Yunting had indeed asked Ma Zhendong and Director Pang and their associates to search, but they couldn't find him. "Master, maybe he's not in Huadu?"
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint shook his head slightly and said, "Impossible, he's in Huadu. Look carefully again when you return."
Wan Yunting sighed and asked, "Then, Master, besides this method, do you have any other way to help me recover my dantian?"
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you obtain the Yin-Yang Complementary Technique in Senior Lexin's 'Tomb'? If you can find a woman who practices internal martial arts and has reached the Dark Force level or above to cultivate with you, perhaps your dantian can be stimulated to recover!"
"Cultivate..."
Wan Yunting's expression froze. Li Shuyun, who was holding the phone with the speaker on, heard it clearly and immediately exchanged glances with Wan Yunting...
Well, there was one right in front of him!
"Cough cough..."
Wan Yunting, feeling a bit awkward, coughed twice. Li Shuyun quickly averted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, and seemed to be lost in thought...
"Master, besides this, are there any other ways?" Wan Yunting asked.
"No."
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint snorted, "I've told you the method. You decide for yourself. Your master is tired."
"Master, I'll return immediately after I finish my business," Wan Yunting said urgently.
The Ghost Hand Medical Saint closed his eyes. Ma Zhendong immediately retreated from the cell and said to Wan Yunting, "Yunting, listen to your master and come back immediately. As for the matters here, Old Pang is going tomorrow, and he can still arrest Young Master Leng!"
However, Wan Yunting's expression was solemn, his eyes determined, and his tone firm. "No, I must arrest him myself!"
"But your martial arts are all abolished, and you're so seriously injured. How can you go arrest him?" Ma Zhendong advised.
Wan Yunting shook his head and said, "Alright, Old Ma, you know my personality. Even if I can't arrest him myself, I have to see him caught. So don't try to persuade me."
Ma Zhendong sighed helplessly, knowing the kid's temperament. "Then be careful. Take good care of your injuries. If there's anything with Master, I'll contact you."
"Okay, I'll entrust Master to you."
Wan Yunting nodded, then let Li Shuyun hang up the call. Leaning his head back on the pillow, he looked at the white ceiling. It seemed he could only figure out how to recover his dantian after returning to the country.
"I'll help you!"
Li Shuyun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and hadn't gotten up, suddenly said to him.
Wan Yunting's expression froze. He turned to look at Li Shuyun, who was looking at him with utmost seriousness. "You helped me open the Ren and Du meridians, now it's time for me to help you..."