Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Chen Ting breathed a long sigh of relief when everyone had left.

She turned around, her gaze falling on Long Qingxue once again.

This time, being closer and in better lighting, she could see more clearly that the woman's features and demeanor were beyond what the word "pretty" could describe.

Her features are exquisitely beautiful, yet her demeanor is aloof and distant. Standing in this noisy shopping mall, she seems like a haughty, sophisticated woman who has wandered into the wrong place.

Chen Ting felt a sudden pang of sadness somewhere in her heart.

She turned to Lin Mo and asked, trying to sound as indifferent as possible:

"Xiao Mo, who is this?"

"My senior sister, Long Qingxue."

"Just my senior sister?" Chen Ting raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Yes." Lin Mo nodded.

Chen Ting stared at him for a few seconds, but couldn't find any flaws, so she didn't press him further.

She pulled Lin Mo a couple of steps to the side and changed the subject:

"By the way, about that thing I told you about last time, about getting medical treatment for Xinlu's aunt, what's your decision?"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment.

If Jiao Pi hadn't recognized him and chickened out during the part where Chen Jing called for backup, it's hard to say how far things would have gone.

He can fight, but he can't always solve problems with his fists.

In a society governed by the rule of law, being able to fight can only guarantee that you won't suffer losses, but it can't guarantee that you won't get into trouble.

If you can have a decent backer, even if you get arrested, there will be someone who can speak up for you!

Thinking of this, Lin Mo spoke:

"Okay, you can contact her for me!"

Chen Ting's eyes lit up, and she immediately took out her phone to call Xin Lu.

The call was answered quickly. Chen Ting briefly explained the situation, and Xin Lu's voice immediately rose eight octaves, with a series of "Really?" "That's great!" "Where are you? Where are you? I'll come pick you up right away!"

Chen Ting comforted her for a moment and told her to just send over the address.

Shortly after hanging up the phone, a WeChat message popped up.

Chen Ting glanced at it and waved the screen at Lin Mo:

"Let's go, it's just a short walk from the retirement home in the east of the city."

When the three arrived at the East City Retirement Home, it was nearly noon.

Xin Lu was waiting at the door early, dressed in a light gray business suit and pacing back and forth in high heels, her face showing a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

As soon as the car came to a stop, she quickly walked over, her gaze sweeping over the three of them. When it landed on Long Qingxue's face, she paused for a moment before resuming her normal expression.

She glanced into the car again and found the back seat empty. She turned to Chen Ting, puzzled.

"Where is the master? Didn't he come with you?"

Chen Ting pointed at Lin Mo:

"Isn't this it?"

Xin Lu stood there, her lips, painted with lipstick, slightly parted. Her gaze lingered on Chen Ting's face for a few seconds before shifting to Lin Mo. She checked three times before finally believing that this was not a joke.

The image of the divine healer in her mind was that of an old man with a sage-like demeanor, white hair and beard, holding silver needles in his hand, and speaking slowly and deliberately.

Lin Mo, who had previously sold gold, looked to be in his early twenties at most, with a youthful air about him.

Him? He cured Chen Ting's stomach cancer?

"Tingting, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Xin Lu lowered her voice and pulled Chen Ting aside.

"When have I ever joked with you about something like this? Didn't you see my medical reports with your own eyes? The cancer cells went from spreading to just a tiny bit, and that's because he fixed it."

Chen Ting's cheeks were still slightly flushed when she said this, after all, Lin Mo had not only pricked her with needles, but also with a gun.

Xin Lu was silent for a few seconds, then went through Chen Ting's medical records in her mind. It was late-stage stomach cancer, and the doctor's initial conclusion was conservative treatment, with chemotherapy to be delayed for a maximum of six months.

Chen Ting's recent follow-up examination results almost made her crumple up the report to confirm them.

The facts are right in front of us; we have no choice but to believe them.

She took a deep breath, turned to Lin Mo, and adopted a serious expression:

"Dr. Lin, please come with me."

The interior of the sanatorium is quiet and elegant, with rows of ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the bluestone path. The golden fallen leaves cover the ground and rustle when you step on them.

After passing through several security gates, Xin Lu pushed open the door to a south-facing ward.

The room was bright and clean, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting even streaks of light on the white sheets.

A beautiful woman, in her thirties, was leaning against the hospital bed. She had short hair that reached her ears and a pale face. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled Xin Lu's, but her features were softer. However, there was an undeniable air of heroism in that softness, as if it were innate.

She was resting with her eyes closed when she heard the door open. Her gaze was cold and sharp, and she looked over with a habitual scrutiny.

Xin Lu walked quickly to the bedside, her tone noticeably softer than before:

"Auntie, the miracle doctor that Chen Ting mentioned to you before has been invited here today."

She stepped aside to make room for Lin Mo.

The beautiful woman's gaze fell on Lin Mo, paused for two seconds, then turned to Xin Lu, her voice not loud but her tone firm:

"You've been fooled. This kid, who hasn't even grown any hair yet, doesn't look like a miracle doctor at all."

Lin Mo remained expressionless upon hearing this and turned to leave.

He possesses the legacy of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, and has treated Su Qing's paralysis and Chen Ting's cancer with his silver needles. Every patient starts with doubt, and he's long been used to it.

But habit is habit, and he has no interest in rushing to prove himself. There are plenty of powerful and influential people out there, so there's no need to fawn over someone who doesn't care.

Chen Ting panicked, grabbed Lin Mo's arm, then winked at Xin Lu and whispered:

"Go and persuade your aunt. I went to great lengths to invite Lin Mo. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Xin Lu held Xin Peici's hand in her palm, speaking almost twice as fast as usual:

"Auntie, I know you don't believe me, but Tingting is really cured. I've seen her test results; she had late-stage stomach cancer, but now there are only a few cancer cells left. It was Dr. Lin who cured her with acupuncture. Even if you don't believe him, you'll believe me, right? When have I ever lied to you?"

The beautiful woman leaned back on the pillow, saying nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Seeing that the beautiful woman wouldn't budge, Xin Lu gritted her teeth:

"Aunt, let's make a bet. If this Dr. Lin is a fraud, I, Xinlu, will go on a blind date with the Zhao family's son that Grandpa arranged for me tomorrow, and I will never go back on my word."

Xin Peici's eyes changed.

Her father is 85 years old this year, and his health is deteriorating day by day. His greatest wish is to see his most beloved granddaughter get married.

I've mentioned this matter countless times, but Xinlu always manages to slip away unnoticed. Today, she actually dares to gamble on it. Does that kid really have some skills?

She remained silent for a long while before finally squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Let him give it a try. But let me make this clear: if he can't do it right, you can't back out."

"Don't worry, Auntie!"

Xin Lu jogged to catch up with Lin Mo and showered him with sweet words, her words so earnest that she was practically begging him to kneel down.

Seeing this, Lin Mo stopped pretending and nodded:

"We can give it a try. But there are two conditions: first, no one is allowed to come in and disturb the treatment; second, the patient must cooperate."

"no problem!"

Xin Lu readily agreed.

Lin Mo returned to the room with her again, and Xin Lu instructed the beautiful woman to cooperate with Lin Mo's treatment.

Then he pulled Chen Ting and Long Qingxue out of the ward and closed the door behind them.

Only two people remained in the room.

Lin Mo walked to the bedside, his tone indifferent:

"Take off your clothes; acupuncture requires selecting acupoints all over the body."