Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

This sense of danger did not frighten him; instead, it stirred his long-dormant fighting spirit, and his blood seemed to heat up slightly.

On the other side, Situ Rui, who was being barely supported by Xu Ruizhe and Chen Mengyao, turned even paler when he saw Daofeng and his men appear.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and turned his head with difficulty to whisper to Xu Ruizhe beside him.

"Ruize... listen to me... Blade is here... things have gotten out of hand... You, you take President Ling, Mengyao, and Yichen, and get out of here right now... quick!"

Xu Ruizhe's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his seriously injured brother and the despairing scene in the distance, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"No! I can't abandon you all!"

"listen to me!"

Situ Rui roared with all his might, which aggravated his injuries and caused him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

"You're no use staying here! Get out of here! Go find my dad... or, think of something... Brother Qin, he..."

He looked at Qin Luo's aloof back and couldn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: Qin Luo was probably in dire straits.

Xu Ruizhe gritted his teeth, looking at Situ Rui's pleading eyes, then at Ling Yue, who had a cold expression but also a furrowed brow, Chen Mengyao, who was pale with fright, and Fu Yichen, who was barely standing by the car and breathing weakly. He knew that Situ Rui was right, and staying behind would only be a pointless sacrifice.

He nodded emphatically and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"You... hang in there! I'll definitely find a way!"

After saying that, he went to pull Ling Yue and Chen Mengyao away.

At this moment, Prince Hui had recovered from his initial euphoria, and his face was once again adorned with smugness and arrogance.

He straightened his slightly disheveled collar, strode towards the blade, his face full of smiles, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of grievance.

"Master Dao! You've come just in time! It's this Qin Luo who not only injured my men but also committed violence here. Look at what he did to Situ Rui and Fu Yichen! He even tried to attack me! Master Dao, you have to stand up for me! My mother..."

He couldn't wait to complain, so he brought up his mother, Qiu Qinyun, in an attempt to build rapport and get Daofeng on his side.

However, Blade didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard Prince Hui's words at all, nor even seen him.

His gaze remained fixed on only one person from beginning to end—Qin Luo.

With an awkward, stiff smile on Prince Hui's face, and under the extremely surprised and incredulous gazes of everyone present, Blade took a step forward.

He didn't walk towards Prince Hui, nor did he pay attention to anyone else. Instead, he walked straight past the twenty-four standing subordinates and stopped about three steps away from Qin Luo.

Then, in deathly silence, in the instantaneous frozen expression on Prince Hui's face, and before the wide-eyed eyes of Situ Rui, Fu Yichen, Xu Ruizhe, Ling Yue, Chen Mengyao, and all the onlookers—

This man, renowned throughout Fujian, cold as an iceberg, hailed as the pinnacle of Anbang Group's combat power, and a legendary figure, faced Qin Luo with a blade, slowly and solemnly bending his seemingly eternally straight spine.

A standard, deep bow at a ninety-degree angle.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

The deep, clear voice of the blade, carrying an undeniable earnestness, rang out in the deathly quiet night.

"Mr. Qin, my godfather is critically ill and his life hangs by a thread. Blade earnestly begs you to lend a helping hand."

Blade's deep 90-degree bow and his crystal-clear plea for help struck the lawn of Jiufeng Resort like two thunderbolts, leaving everyone stunned and dumbfounded.

Time seemed to stand still, even the sound of the wind seemed to freeze. A few seconds later, like a volcanic eruption, a huge commotion and clamor suddenly exploded!

"I...I didn't hear wrong, did I? Master Dao...Master Dao is begging Qin Luo?!"

"A miracle doctor? Qin Luo is a miracle doctor?! Wasn't he just known for his fighting skills?!"

"My God! Old Master An is critically ill, and Blade personally came to ask Qin Luo to save his life? Just who is this Qin Luo?!"

"Old Master An... he's the pillar of Anbang Group! He's been ill for two years now, hasn't he? He's been bedridden, kept alive only by machines. Anbang is actually managed by Miss An and that Madam Yun now..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! You can't just say things like that! But... if Qin Luo can really bring Old Master An back, that would be incredible! Anbang Group would owe him a huge favor!"

"It's more than just owing a favor! If Old Master An recovers, the situation between the two people in power in the group will likely change! If Qin Luo really becomes the old man's savior, won't he be able to do whatever he wants in Mindu? Who would dare to disrespect him?"

"But can he do it? I heard that they've consulted all the famous doctors in China and abroad for Old Master An's illness, and even the top doctors in the country shook their heads. He's so young..."

"Blade personally came to invite him, and he even lowered his stance so much. Do you think it was just empty talk? He must be confident, or... Qin Luo has previously displayed amazing medical skills!"

"I think I heard that today, Elder Qi and Elder Zhong from the Chinese Medicine Association invited Qin Luo to a consultation, but it was delayed because he was arrested... Could it be because of this?"

"Now that you mention it, it's very likely! No wonder the blade was so sharp!"

A murmur of discussion arose around them, the focus quickly shifting from Qin Luo's martial prowess to his identity as a "miracle doctor" and the potentially enormous impact it would have. Old Master An's position within the Anbang Group was far too special; his life or death directly affected the entire group's power structure.

If Qin Luo can miraculously cure the illness, the rewards and the rise in status he will receive will be immeasurable.

At this moment, the most embarrassed and unbelievable person was none other than Prince Hui, Li Guanghui.

The smile on his face was still frozen in place, his outstretched hand, ready to meet the blade, was still suspended in mid-air, as if he had been frozen in place.

He was just moments ago ecstatic, thinking his savior had arrived and he could turn the tables, even taking the opportunity to kick Qin Luo while he was down. But reality slapped him hard in the face! Blade hadn't come for him, hadn't even glanced at him! Blade had come to beg Qin Luo! With such a humble posture!
The immense sense of loss and humiliation caused his face to flush red and then turn pale, finally becoming ashen. His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with resentment and embarrassment at being ignored.

He felt like a clown, putting on a ridiculous one-man show in front of everyone.

However, before he could recover from this extreme embarrassment and anger, a sudden change occurred!
Just as the crowd stirred and their attention was diverted by Daofeng's actions, a dark figure flashed past like a ghost through the gaps in the crowd behind and to the side of Prince Hui!

"Pfft——!"

A soft, muffled thud as a sharp blade pierces flesh!

Immediately following was Prince Hui's heart-wrenching screams.

"Ahhhhhh!! My leg!!!"

A sharp military dagger was seen, which had somehow been deeply embedded in the back of Prince Hui's right thigh! The blade was almost completely submerged, with only the black hilt sticking out. Blood gushed out instantly, soaking his trousers and dripping onto the grass.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, the prince lost his balance and collapsed to his knees with a thud. He clutched the area around his wound tightly with both hands, his forehead veins bulging with pain, and his entire body was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

He looked around in terror, trying to find the murderer, but the crowd was in chaos and he could not see anyone.

"Who?! Who did this?! Show yourself!!"

Prince Hui roared in a hoarse voice, his voice distorted by the excruciating pain. All eyes turned to him at once. They were stunned for a moment as they looked at Prince Hui, who was kneeling on the ground screaming and bleeding profusely. Then they all looked at Daofeng, who was still bowing and had not risen, and the twenty-four cold-faced, motionless subordinates behind him.

The meaning is self-evident.

Who else but Blade's men could deliver such a precise and effective blow to Prince Hui at this crucial moment? This was clearly Blade's way of avenging Qin Luo, or more accurately, "clearing the way" for Qin Luo and making their stance clear—Prince Hui, you offended Qin Luo and delayed the time for treating the old man. This blow is both interest and a warning.

Qin Luo naturally saw this scene as well. He frowned slightly, looked at Daofeng who had just straightened up, and spoke in a calm tone but with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"One cut? That's it?"

His meaning was clear: Prince Hui had caused so much trouble, framed him, and injured his brother, yet he was only stabbed once; in his view, the punishment was too lenient.

Blade did not answer, but his cold gaze swept over the screaming Prince Hui, the chill in which made Prince Hui subconsciously lower his screams.

Just then, Situ Rui, who was being supported by Xu Ruizhe, suddenly struggled to speak, his voice weak but filled with stubbornness.

"Brother Qin... wait a minute."

Qin Luo turned to look at him.

Situ Rui spat out the blood foam from his mouth, stared intently at Crown Prince Hui, who was kneeling on the ground trembling with pain, and said, word by word.

"Today... I admit defeat because I was outmatched. But... I refuse to accept it!"

He took a deep breath, which aggravated his wound and made him furrow his brow, but he still gritted his teeth and spoke clearly.

"Prince Hui! You deserved this blow today! But the score between us isn't over yet!"

He paused, then raised his voice with all his might.

"Three months! Give me three months! Three months later, right here, we'll fight again! Life and death are in the hands of fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven! Do you dare to accept?!"

These words caused another uproar among those around them. They hadn't expected that Situ Rui, despite being beaten so badly, wouldn't give up and would challenge them to a duel!

Crown Prince Hui, writhing in agony, was taken aback upon hearing this, then a mixture of absurdity and relief welled up within him. Absurd because of Situ Rui's reckless persistence, and relief because Qin Luo seemed temporarily unconcerned about pursuing the matter due to Situ Rui's intervention.

He endured the excruciating pain, raised his head, and forced a ferocious sneer onto his face.

"Situ Rui, with your current state, you think you can fight me? Fine! Three months it is! By then, I'll make sure you can't even crawl on your feet!"

"A word is settled!"

Situ Rui squeezed out four words through gritted teeth, then, as if having exhausted all his strength, he collapsed onto Xu Ruizhe.

Seeing that Qin Luo had no intention of speaking further, and glancing warily at the expressionless Dao Feng, Prince Hui dared not linger any longer.

He endured the excruciating pain and, supported by several underlings who had appeared out of nowhere—originally his subordinates but hadn't dared to approach—limped and staggered toward his car, leaving a trail of gruesome bloody footprints behind him before disappearing into the crowd.

The moment Prince Hui left, the familiar system notification sounded in Qin Luo's mind right on time.

[Emergency mission triggered. Miraculous recovery]

[Mission Requirements: Follow Blade to the hospital and provide treatment to the critically ill Grandpa An.]

[Task Rewards. Situ Rui, Fu Yichen, Xu Ruizhe, and the host himself will each receive a 20-point increase in Constitution.]

【Whether to accept? 】

Qin Luo's heart stirred slightly.

This mission... is quite interesting. The rewards directly benefit his brothers and friends, and the improvement is substantial. A 20-point increase in physique is practically a transformative change for an ordinary person.

If Situ Rui can improve, his chances of winning the duel three months from now will greatly increase; Fu Yichen already has good physical talent, and if he improves further, his strength will reach another level; Xu Ruizhe, although not a fighter, will benefit from improved physique. As for himself, if his physique increases by another 20 points from 140, it will reach 160, and his physical abilities will leap forward once again.

More importantly, the system emphasized that "only the treatment process is required, not the cure result," which gave him a lot of room to maneuver. Moreover, whether it was out of his not-so-deep friendship with An Ruoxi, in response to Daofeng's "sincerity," or for the generous reward that would benefit his friend, he had no reason to refuse.

"accept."

Qin Luo silently recited in his heart.

Then, he looked at Blade and spoke.

“I can go to the hospital with you. But before we go, I need to take care of my brother’s injury first.”

Upon hearing this, Daofeng's icy expression softened almost imperceptibly.

He had arranged for someone to stab Prince Hui because he was worried that Qin Luo would be angry because of Prince Hui and wouldn't be willing to treat the old man. Now that Qin Luo had agreed, even with conditions attached, he had at least agreed, and the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

He nodded slightly.

"Sure, whatever you need, I'll have someone prepare it."

"No need, there's a pharmacy nearby."

Qin Luo waved his hand and walked to Situ Rui's side first.

Situ Rui mainly suffered from superficial injuries, which looked frightening, especially the swelling around his eyes and face, but his bones and internal organs should be fine.

Qin Luo carefully examined the wound and, after confirming that no vital organs were injured, said to Xu Ruizhe.

"Help him and come with me."

He then walked over to Fu Yichen, who was sitting by the car, his face still pale.

The punch Fu Yichen took caused an internal injury, near the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, which caused blood and qi stagnation, hence the vomiting of blood.

Qin Luo reached out and quickly pressed a few acupoints on his chest, then placed his palm on his back, and a gentle yet pure aura slowly flowed in.

"Pfft—" Fu Yichen's body trembled, and he spat out another mouthful of dark red blood. But after spitting it out, his chest, which had been feeling suffocated, immediately relaxed, his breathing became much smoother, and a trace of color returned to his pale face.

"how do you feel?"

Qin Luo asked.

"Much better, Brother Luo, thanks."

Fu Yichen breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude. (End of Chapter)