The day after Mu Lin obtained his medical license, as agreed with the professor, he arrived at Stevenson Hospital. This hospital had a history of nearly three centuries and was currently the largest in the Boston area and the eastern region of Country U. The first patient was the professor’s fellow townsman. The professor believed the patient’s condition was identical to his own. Due to the patient’s weak constitution, advanced age, and years of Western medical treatment leading to drug resistance, the professor hoped that Mu Lin could treat him, so that this senator, who held high prestige in D country’s Senate, could recover quickly and resume serving his nation.
Mu Lin did not ask the professor to send someone to pick him up, instead going to the hospital on his own. When he reached the ward the professor had mentioned, he found more than a dozen security guards from both Country U’s FHA and Country D stationed in the corridor. As Mu Lin approached, these guards immediately surrounded him like facing a major threat, and escorted him to a corner for a body search. First, they retrieved his ID card and relaxed slightly upon seeing that he was only sixteen years old.
However, when they found the needle case Mu Lin had prepared for treatment, the guards became tense. Upon opening the case and seeing more than a dozen silver needles, they suspected it might be a tool for assassination. Since they had never seen such an item before and couldn’t determine its purpose, they pointed their guns at Mu Lin and demanded he explain the origin and use of the needles.
Mu Lin told them he had been invited by the professor to treat the senator from Country D, but they became even more suspicious. When Mu Lin requested that they contact the professor, the guards refused. They had never seen an Asian so young who could possibly have passed the medical licensing exam. Could he really be the highly skilled doctor the professor had mentioned? They prepared to handcuff him.
Mu Lin had never allowed his life to be controlled by others. As the guards pointed their guns at him, he remained calm, confident that he could escape if necessary—he knew these people couldn’t harm him. However, when they attempted to place handcuffs on him, Mu Lin realized he had to act. Once cuffed, it would take time to break free, and with guns in their hands, they could easily shoot him at such close range. So, Mu Lin swiftly moved behind one of the guards, simultaneously relieving them of their firearms. Using his extraordinary agility, he darted around the guards so quickly that they couldn’t react. In no time, all the weapons were in Mu Lin’s hands. With a few quick movements, he dismantled the guns into parts and flicked them out the window.
Throughout this process, Mu Lin did not rely on his internal energy but accomplished everything purely through physical techniques. Although their weapons were now gone and they were frightened by Mu Lin’s speed, the guards still surrounded him, unwilling to abandon their duty. After all, they didn’t believe in Chinese martial arts.
This time, Mu Lin didn’t hold back. He had repeatedly explained his identity, but these people still refused to believe him, which angered him. They had even dared to point guns at him after he had already disarmed them without causing any harm. Their continued hostility made it clear that he no longer needed to be polite.
Mu Lin took the initiative to strike, but still refrained from using his inner power or the martial techniques from his sect—those were reserved for wild beasts and enemies in the mountains, and using them here could seriously injure or kill these men. That would force him into two undesirable outcomes: either fleeing because he’d caused too much trouble, or being constantly hounded by people seeking to learn from him or government officials wanting him to train their guards. Instead, he used the Eight Extremes martial arts style preserved in his school, swiftly knocking each guard to the ground.
Within moments, groans echoed through the corridor. These guards were specially trained, yet Mu Lin had used hidden force to incapacitate them, causing unbearable pain. If their trainers had seen this, they would have been shocked beyond belief.
After subduing the guards, Mu Lin said, “I’ve repeatedly told you I’m a doctor, and more specifically, a traditional Chinese physician. Didn’t anyone tell you that in order to collect herbs in the mountains, Chinese doctors usually have some martial skills? From now on, don’t provoke traditional Chinese doctors—they won’t be as lenient as I am. Anyway, I didn’t hurt you seriously. Now I’m going to treat the senator. Any objections?” Because the hidden force he had used would not dissipate quickly, the guards couldn’t speak. Mu Lin assumed they were like the martial artists back home who could neutralize hidden force on their own, which was an oversight on his part.
Seeing that they didn’t respond, Mu Lin continued, “Since you have no objections, I’ll take that as your approval. I’m going in to treat the senator now.” He then gathered his belongings and walked toward the senator’s room. Seeing Mu Lin entering the ward, the guards instinctively tried to stop him, but each of them was too weak to stand. One of the outermost FHA agents began calling headquarters for backup: “Headquarters, this is agent number 2165832. We are under attack by a man claiming to be a traditional Chinese doctor. All personnel are incapacitated. The suspect has entered the senator’s room. Requesting immediate backup. I will repeat…”
Upon receiving the call, headquarters was baffled. One person incapacitating more than a dozen guards seemed implausible. Headquarters immediately sought confirmation: “Agent number 2165832, did the suspect use any weapons?” The guard replied, “The suspect did not use any weapons.” The agent at headquarters was puzzled. The FHA agents deployed here were among the elite, so how could they be subdued by a single individual? After confirming the details, headquarters realized the situation was serious. If the senator were assassinated, it could cause a diplomatic misunderstanding between the two countries.
After further verification, headquarters immediately activated a regional defense orange alert, contacting the local police department’s special forces and the National Guard, requesting armed personnel to surround Stevenson Hospital to prevent the suspect from escaping. If the suspect resisted, they were authorized to use lethal force.
This caused chaos in Boston. The three underground gangs assumed the operation was targeting them and began creating disturbances in the streets to slow down the military forces’ advance, giving themselves time to prepare. Unable to contact Mu Lin and without instructions, they waited anxiously but unwilling to surrender, continuing to cause chaos. Of course, the chaos was created by low-level henchmen, so even if they were all arrested, it wouldn’t implicate the gang leaders.
The FBI Boston headquarters realized the situation was serious and ordered the forces to ignore the disturbances and proceed immediately to Stevenson Hospital, leaving the regular police to handle the street riots later. Upon receiving the orders, the special police and National Guard immediately released the detained petty criminals and rushed to the hospital. This left the three gangs confused—since these forces weren’t targeting them, what could be so urgent to require the National Guard and special armed police? After some thought, they decided it wasn’t their concern and ordered their henchmen causing trouble to disperse and return home.
When regular police arrived at the streets where the disturbances had occurred, the chaos in Boston had already subsided. All that remained were shattered shop windows and damaged vehicles. The streets were eerily quiet, with people frightened into their homes. A sense of unease quickly spread among Boston residents.
Meanwhile, Mu Lin was completely unaware of the commotion outside. Upon entering the room, he didn’t mention the incident to the professor but immediately began diagnosing the senator. Since the senator’s condition was nearly identical to what the professor had described, Mu Lin did not use traditional Chinese herbs this time. Instead, he opted entirely for Western medicine, not wanting to give any advantage to the Japanese. He prescribed extremely common and inexpensive drugs: ephedrine 0.25 milligrams, aminophylline 0.2 grams, taken three times daily for three days.
The senator’s personal physician was immediately displeased upon seeing how young Mu Lin was. Thinking Mu Lin couldn’t understand, he muttered in German, wondering how the professor could have invited a child to treat the senator. Seeing that Mu Lin had prescribed only basic, inexpensive medications, he felt it was a sign of disrespect toward their financial status and the senator’s position. He also questioned Mu Lin’s competence as a physician for not prescribing antibiotics and loudly argued with the professor in German.
Mu Lin was already annoyed by this man’s constant fussing, especially after the harsh treatment he had received in the corridor. If it weren’t for his secondary plan to promote traditional medicine, he would have walked out long ago. Finally, he addressed the professor in German: “Professor, since you invited me to treat the senator, you should fully trust me. I don’t want this man interfering. Please ask him to be quiet and leave. I need a quiet environment. If he continues to doubt my treatment plan, let him continue treating the patient. I’ll return to school immediately!” This chapter is the latest one, first published on Qidian.
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