Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 143 Do you believe in light?

Chapter 143 Do you believe in light?
After the medical staff completed the initial examination of Qi Yueyao, they confirmed that she was only frightened and was not seriously injured. Moreover, her vital signs had miraculously stabilized under Chen Baiyu's "massage".

The tense atmosphere in the rest area finally eased.

Qi Yueyao's second uncle helped her move to a quieter rest booth with a better view on the second floor of the club.

This place is far from the hustle and bustle of the training area, but the huge floor-to-ceiling windows face the staggered archery lanes below, offering a panoramic view of most of the training area.

The second uncle almost forced Qi Yueyao to sit in a cushioned sofa chair, nagging, "Yaoyao, let's sit here and calm down. Don't move around! If you want to watch, we'll just watch like this, okay?"

he said.

He glanced at Qi Yueyao again to check if her complexion had truly returned to its rosy hue as it appeared.

Qi Yueyao nodded obediently, her little hand still tightly clutching the slightly deformed Ultraman doll, as if it gave her an extra sense of security.

One of her pigtails came loose in the chaos and softly draped over her smooth forehead, but her big, dark eyes regained their sparkle of curiosity and longing.

"Second Uncle, I'm fine."

"Look, my hands aren't shaking anymore!"

She deliberately stretched out the hand holding the doll and shook it to prove that she was alright, then was immediately drawn to the view below the window.

On the archery range, which is several tens of meters long, the students are either focused and attentive or move with graceful movements.

With each draw of the bow and arrow, the bowstring hummed softly.

The arrow pierced the air and sank firmly into the colorful target ring in the distance.

"Wow, that lady is so accurate, she hit the bullseye again!"

"Oops, that big brother's arrow went astray..."

"Their poses are so cool!"

Qi Yueyao's small mouth occasionally uttered soft exclamations and comments, and her body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, almost touching the glass window.

My second uncle watched from the side with a complicated expression.

at the same time.

The atmosphere is completely different in the private tea room of club owner Li Jinsong.

The sandalwood incense wafted gently, and the tea soup was clear and bright, yet it couldn't conceal the lingering shock that hadn't completely dissipated.

Li Jinsong personally poured tea for Chen Baiyu and Zhao Lei, his hands trembling slightly.

Zhao Lei had already recovered from his initial shock and regained some of the affable demeanor he usually displayed as a "well-informed person" in Chengdu.

He took the initiative to ease the atmosphere, vividly describing the details of Chen Baiyu's amazing arrow, as if he had seen the whole thing clearly.

In reality, he couldn't understand a thing.

Chen Baiyu sat upright.

His posture remained upright and reserved, ingrained to the bone, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

It was as if the person who had just made a big show of it wasn't him at all.

He occasionally sipped a cup of light tea that had a slightly bitter yet sweet aftertaste.

He merely raised his eyebrows slightly in response to Zhao Lei's praise, which was considered an admission, and said nothing more.

Next.

The conversation inevitably turned to the arrow still deeply embedded in the hardwood partition wall, and the heavy stainless steel thermos that, even after being pierced, still hung there.

"Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen!"

"I have a request! Please allow me to leave that arrow and that jar here forever! They shall remain in their original places and never be moved!"

Li Jinsong took a deep breath and said as if he had made a great decision.

His voice was also a little hoarse from excitement.

Zhao Lei's mouth dropped open in surprise: "Old Li, are you... trying to ward off evil spirits?"

"No!"

"I want to preserve this scene exactly as it is! This is not an accident scene; it is a memorial to the birth of a miracle!"

Li Jinsong shook his head violently and said.

His eyes burned, as if they held a burning flame.

He paced back and forth excitedly, explaining his reasons at breakneck speed: "Mr. Chen's arrow didn't just save a little girl! It showcased the pinnacle of human skill! The ultimate realm of perfect fusion of power, speed, precision, and determination! It was a true 'hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces,' no, it was the myth of 'shooting a stone and drinking its feathers'! In modern society, Mr. Chen! Such a scene shouldn't be hidden away as an embarrassing incident; it deserves to be seen and remembered by everyone!"

"This is more meaningful than any gold medal or any wall of fame! It can inspire future generations and allow more people to see how magnificent and spectacular it is when the ancient art of archery is brought to its ultimate form!"

"This will be the most precious and unique symbol of my Archery Club!"

Li Jinsong became more and more excited as he spoke.

Chen Baiyu listened calmly, her gaze slowly shifting from Li Jinsong's flushed face to the view outside the window.

How can we allow ordinary people to "admire" the traces we leave behind?

"what ever."

He uttered two words calmly, his voice low, yet carrying a decisive air.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Chen!"

Li Jinsong was so excited that he almost bowed again, but was stopped by Li Jinsong raising his hand to gesture for him to stop.

Zhao Lei also laughed and smoothed things over, saying, "Old Li, you've struck gold! This will definitely be a popular spot for internet celebrities to take photos!"

After calming down.

Taking advantage of the harmonious atmosphere, Li Jinsong cautiously suggested exchanging contact information.

After a moment's thought, Chen Baiyu took out his seemingly ordinary phone and added Li Jinsong as a WeChat friend.

Li Jinsong held the phone as if he had obtained some rare treasure, repeatedly confirming that the notes were correct before carefully putting it away.

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As the scorching heat of the long summer afternoon gradually fades, golden rays of light begin to paint the horizon.

The lively atmosphere inside the club gradually faded as the students left.

Around 5:30 p.m.

Chen Baiyu glanced at the antique wall clock pointing to the Roman numeral V, then found Qi Yueyao and signaled that it was time to leave.

A hint of reluctance flashed across Qi Yueyao's face, but she still sensibly got up with her second uncle.

The second uncle once again expressed his sincere gratitude to Li Jinsong and the coaches who came to the scene, and he was especially grateful to Chen Baiyu.

As the group walked toward the club entrance, Zhao Lei's black SUV with its rugged lines and deep, roaring engine was already parked in a conspicuous spot.

Li Jinsong accompanied him all the way out.

As dusk settled in the doorway, he hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Mr. Chen!"

Chen Baiyu stopped and turned to look at him.

Li Jinsong rubbed his hands together, his expression a mixture of anticipation and respect: "Just now you seemed a little dissatisfied with the feel and draw weight of that longbow? Or perhaps you haven't found a truly suitable one?"

Chen Baiyu remained noncommittal, but Zhao Lei chimed in: "That's right! That bow was no match for Brother Chen's divine strength; it fell apart!"

Li Jinsong nodded hurriedly: "Exactly! I have some truly top-notch antique items, modern master-made pieces, or super-strong composite carbon bows in my collection or that I might be able to access, Mr. Chen, to meet your needs. But you're in a hurry today... Would it be convenient for you to give me an address? I'll search around and send you a few sets of bows and arrows that are truly worthy of your status, as a small token of the club's appreciation for allowing us to preserve that significant Heroes' Wall! And... it's also a celebration of Miss Qi's safety!"

He spoke very sincerely.

Her eyes glanced at Qi Yueyao, who was quietly holding her second uncle's hand, and she clearly knew how to win over Chen Baiyu.

Chen Baiyu pondered for a moment.

He did not rely on earthly bows and arrows; his own fists and feet were far more powerful than those.

However, practicing precise control of strength and becoming familiar with the characteristics of different physical instruments can also be considered a form of "worldly" spiritual practice.

and.

Which man doesn't have some interest in weapons?
After thinking for a moment, he gave his approximate address in Suining.

"Okay! I'll get it done as soon as possible!"

Li Jinsong quickly took out his phone to write it down, a bright smile on his face.

He looked at the man before him, who was as calm as an abyss yet contained terrifying power.

For the first time, I felt that as long as I could do something for him, no matter how small, it would be a great honor.

He watched Chen Baiyu get into the passenger seat, and Zhao Lei opened the driver's door, where his second uncle helped Qi Yueyao into the back seat.

With a tremendous roar of its engine, carrying a silent power ready to be unleashed, the black SUV steadily merged into the evening traffic and disappeared into the depths of Chengdu's streets as the city lights began to twinkle in the distance.

Li Jinsong stood at the door, motionless for a long time. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of him. He glanced back at the wall inside the club with its conspicuous marks, his heart filled with a mixture of anticipation for the future and an indescribable sense of awe.

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It's almost dinnertime.

On Zhao Lei's enthusiastic recommendation, they did not return to the hospital immediately, but instead went to a nearby Cantonese private restaurant famous for its nourishing and light dishes.

The store has a serene and elegant environment with a gentle stream flowing through it.

Chen Baiyu chose a private seat by the window.

The waiter recommended the signature nourishing soup and steamed grouper, which clearly suited Qi Yueyao's needs.

Second Uncle insisted on ordering, urging Chen Baiyu to order a few hearty dishes.

Chen Baiyu waved his hand dismissively.

His mind wasn't on the food.

His body was filled with a vast and ever-flowing magical power. Thanks to the endless magical power that the "Senra Visualization Method" could provide, he did not need to rely on food for energy.

The atmosphere at the dinner was fairly harmonious.

Zhao Lei did everything he could to liven up the atmosphere.

He told her some interesting stories about sports in Chengdu, which amused Qi Yueyao so much that her eyes crinkled into crescents, and she asked him all sorts of questions in a low voice.

The second uncle mostly served food to Qi Yueyao, watching her eat slowly and carefully.

Chen Baiyu occasionally responded to Zhao Lei's flattery with a few words, her tone as calm and indifferent as ever.

Just then, Chen Baiyu's phone vibrated, and the name "Zhang Yuanzhi" appeared on the screen. He glanced at it, then pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.

"Hey? Brother Bai Yu! Hey, all done with work yet?" Zhang Yuanzhi's cheerful, slightly intoxicated voice came from the other end of the phone, amidst the clinking of glasses and the cacophony of voices. "Hurry up and come over! City leaders and several bigwigs from the sponsors are all here! In the banquet hall on the top floor of the Marriott! Aren't you coming to the celebration banquet? Let me tell you, that kid Zhao Lei has disappeared without a trace..."

Zhao Lei, craning his neck, overheard the gist of it and then silently mouthed to Chen Baiyu, "The marathon celebration banquet! Old Zhang is urging me!"

Chen Baiyu said into the phone, "Brother Zhang, I appreciate your kind offer. But I have important matters to attend to and can't leave."

His gaze fell on Qi Yueyao, who was sipping the warm soup in her bowl and showing a hint of curiosity about the delicious roast goose on the table, but dared not ask for more.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, clearly not expecting Chen Baiyu to refuse so decisively: "Huh? Something important?"

Chen Baiyu interrupted Zhang Yuanzhi's persuasion, but with an undeniable decisiveness: "As for the celebration banquet, you can all have fun. I have other things to do, so I'll leave it at that."

He deftly pressed the end call button.

"This...it's over already?" Zhao Lei looked at his phone, which had been casually tossed on the table, and couldn't help but shrink back. "Old Zhang is going to scold me to death."

"Let him."

Chen Baiyu picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of roast goose, and placed it on the small plate in front of Qi Yueyao, her movements natural and composed.

Qi Yueyao's big eyes sparkled as she carefully picked up the glistening, fragrant roast goose and took a small bite, her eyes slightly narrowed in satisfaction.

Soon.

Dinner ended with Zhao Lei dramatically rubbing his stomach, saying he was "too full," and Qi Yueyao eating quite a bit in small bites, both in a noticeably more relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

Zhao Lei eagerly offered to pay the bill, but his second uncle stopped him with all his might.

In the end, it was naturally the second uncle who paid the bill, and he expressed his gratitude to Chen Baiyu once again.

Seeing that they were preparing to go straight back to the hospital, Zhao Lei tactfully took his leave, waved goodbye, and disappeared into the bustling night of Chengdu.

Chen Baiyu hailed a taxi and drove smoothly towards the brightly lit West China Hospital with her second uncle and Qi Yueyao in tow.

The evening breeze, carrying the lingering heat of the day, poured in through the half-open car window, ruffling the stray hairs on Chen Baiyu's forehead.

Qi Yueyao sat quietly in the back row, holding an Ultraman doll in her arms, seemingly savoring the ups and downs and full of novel surprises of the afternoon.

The car arrived at the hospital's familiar parking area.

When getting off the car.

The second uncle, who had been hesitant to speak, finally leaned closer while Chen Baiyu was helping Qi Yueyao out of the car: "Mr. Chen, thank you so much for everything you've done today! Really... I can't thank you enough! I was thinking of taking Yaoyao straight back to the ward now, or..."

"Second Uncle, I'd like to take a short walk downstairs and get some fresh air before going back up."

Qi Yueyao tilted her head up, her voice soft but carrying a hint of uncharacteristic determination.

Her big eyes secretly glanced at Chen Baiyu, with an inexplicable trust and reliance.

Chen Baiyu looked down at her.

Her face was no longer pale, but had a radiant glow, as if nourished by vitality.

"can."

"I'll walk with her for a bit, you go ahead and do your work."

Chen Baiyu began concisely.

Uncle paused for a moment, then understood what "busy" meant: "Right, right! The doctors are all in the wards during the day, so the office should be free now! I need to hurry and talk to Yao Yao's attending physician to ask her about the latest data from the test report this afternoon, and also ask about the follow-up appointments for the next few days!"

"Yaoyao, be a good girl and take a walk with Uncle Chen. Don't run or jump, just walk slowly. If you get tired, tell Uncle Chen immediately, and we'll go straight back to the ward, understand?"

He thanked Chen Baiyu profusely and gave her a few more instructions before hurriedly jogging towards the inpatient building.

And so, after the commotion subsided.

As evening fell, only Chen Baiyu and Qi Yueyao, one tall and one short, remained on the tree-lined path of West China Hospital.

The tall man walked with a steady and composed gait, slowing his pace slightly, accompanied by a little girl with pigtails who was holding an Ultraman doll.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tall ginkgo leaves, casting dappled, swaying shadows on them.

The distinctive smell of disinfectant from the hospital mingled with the fresh scent of herbs and trees, lingering in the air.

All around were family members hurrying by to visit their loved ones, nurses pushing medicine carts, and patients in hospital gowns strolling with their companions...

This is a vast container that encapsulates all of human life, from birth to old age, sickness, and death.

Chen Baiyu slowly mobilized his extraordinary [Divine Sense (Active)] ability, but he did not deliberately search for any "soul" fluctuations as he had in the intensive care unit. He simply passively allowed the spherical perception field with a radius of six meters to unfold gently.

Countless streams of disparate information flashed by.

There were the groans of patients in discomfort, the hushed conversations of family members filled with worry, the rhythmic electrical noise of distant machinery, and the faint signs of life in the growing flowers and plants…

The vast emptiness and loneliness in his heart, stemming from the confirmation of "I am the only law," seemed to be silently filled by the warm, faint yet unusually persistent presence of the little life beside him.

Although tiny, it appears clear.

soon.

The two arrived at a deserted, empty place.

"Yaoyao, I apologize for what I said at noon."

"Actually, there might be something in this world that doesn't exist, like Ultraman."

Chen Baiyu withdrew his gaze from the tree-lined path ahead and looked at Qi Yueyao, who was being led by the hand beside him, and said.

A gentle evening breeze carried a cool breeze.

His voice remained calm as always, as if stating an established law of nature.

"Ok?"

Qi Yueyao was stunned, not understanding what Chen Baiyu was trying to say.

"Uncle Chen, what do you want to say..."

She hadn't finished asking her question.