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

Lin Mo put the silver notes and gold into his pocket, but instead of rushing back to the inn, he went to a pharmacy.

Now that he has run out of cultivation resources, he plans to refine some Great Rejuvenation Pills himself.

For ordinary martial artists, alchemy would certainly be very difficult.

But for Lin Mo, who had already grasped the essence of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, it was a piece of cake.

"Shopkeeper, do you have thousand-year-old ginseng or thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms?"

"Yes, sir, but we don't have any in stock right now. If you need them, I can get them from another shop."

How much?

"A thousand-year-old ginseng and a thousand-year-old lingzhi are both worth ten thousand taels each."

Hearing this, Lin Mo clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking, "This is way too expensive!"

Ten thousand taels of silver, even in the main world, would be worth seven or eight million. The saying "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts" is indeed true.

"Okay! I'll think about it!"

"Alright, sir, please take care!"

Lin Mo returned to the inn.

Long Qingxue had already written the letter and placed it on the table to dry the ink.

Lin Mo picked it up and glanced at it. She used the fine, delicate calligraphy of a daughter of a military family, her words cautious and restrained. She did not directly mention her father's injustice, but instead greeted him as the daughter of an old friend, saying that she was temporarily staying in Yunxi and would visit him another day.

This tentative approach is clever; if Pei Ziyu still cherishes old feelings, he will naturally reply.

If one has already avoided suspicion and protected oneself, this letter will not bring trouble upon oneself.

"good."

Lin Mo folded the letter, sealed it in an envelope, and then called over a waiter, giving him some loose silver to deliver it to the post station.

The waiter, holding the silver, repeatedly agreed, his face beaming with joy. The silver coins Lin Mo had given him these two times totaled almost two taels, equivalent to his wages for serving tea and water at the inn for several years.

The next morning, Xin Lu's car was parked downstairs at Lin Mo's building on time.

The two drove to the East City Retirement Home, and Xinlu gave a brief introduction of her grandfather along the way.

Upon hearing that Lin Mo was coming to give Xin Peici her second treatment today, the other party specially canceled their morning tea party and waited for her at the sanatorium.

As Xin Lu led Lin Mo to the entrance of the small building where Xin Peici lived, a sprightly old man came out of the foyer to greet them.

Xin Weimin is over eighty years old this year. His full head of silver hair is neatly combed. He stands upright and walks without anyone's help. The only thing he uses is a mahogany cane, which makes a crisp sound when it hits the ground. It is purely decorative.

He saw Lin Mo from afar and reached out his hand, his steps even faster than Xin Lu's. He grabbed Lin Mo's hand and shook it vigorously, his voice louder than someone his age:

"Dr. Lin, it's so good to see you! After you treated Xiao Ci last time, I looked at her test results over and over again. Amazing, truly amazing! Young and promising, with superb medical skills, a pillar of the nation!"

Lin Mo said a few modest words, but Xin Weimin got more and more excited, holding his hand and praising him for his skills at such a young age. He said that after he finished treating his daughter's illness today, he would definitely treat him to a meal to thank him properly.

The old man's eyes shone like a child's when he spoke, and his enthusiasm made Xin Lu, who was standing next to him, feel a little embarrassed. She whispered a reminder.

"Grandpa, let Xiaomo treat Auntie's illness first."

Xin Weimin then released his grip, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes, yes, getting medical attention is the priority."

Xin Peici had already received the news in advance and was waiting in the ward early.

Compared to her previous cold and dismissive attitude, calling her a "liar," her demeanor today was a complete 180-degree turn.

As soon as Lin Mo entered the room, she had already taken the initiative to lie down on the hospital bed, her clothes unbuttoned, like a sow waiting to be bred.

The scrutiny and wariness in her eyes when she looked at Lin Mo were gone, replaced by awe and a hint of expectation that she herself was unaware of.

The treatment went smoothly.

As usual, Lin Mo used his internal energy to circulate the needles. The silver needles turned into afterimages and landed on various acupoints. The true energy at the needle tips seeped into the meridians, forcing out the remaining cancer cells and toxins little by little.

Xin Peici endured the tingling and numb sensation, biting her lip and remaining silent throughout. Only during the final detoxification process did she suddenly shudder and collapse onto the hospital bed.

When Lin Mo finished acupuncture and began massaging, she closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands gripping the sheets, letting him leave several bluish-purple finger marks on her body.

"Dr. Lin, when is the next treatment?"

Xin Peici glanced at him while buttoning her clothes, her tone filled with a cautious anticipation.

Lin Mo, as usual, feigned weakness, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He staggered towards the door without turning his head, uttering only two words:

"Wait for further notice."

As soon as the ward door opened, Xin Lu quickly grabbed his arm.

Standing in the corridor, Xin Weimin saw Lin Mo's pale face, unsteady gait, and utterly exhausted state. He immediately panicked, personally taking Lin Mo's other arm and helping him to a bench in the corridor, his voice filled with genuine concern:

"Dr. Lin, what... how did you get yourself into this state?"

If anything were to happen to you while I'm trying to treat my daughter's illness, how could this old man face the country?

A doctor like you, a national treasure, should be used in more important areas!

Lin Mo sat on the bench for a while to catch his breath, then waved his hand, his voice so weak it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth:

"It's not a big problem, it's just that my internal energy has been severely depleted, and I need to rest for a long time."

However, this will likely slow down Aunt Xin's subsequent treatment progress, unless...

He paused, glancing at Xin Weimin as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Xin Weimin's heart tightened, and he immediately pressed, "Unless what?"

"Unless we can find thousand-year-old ginseng and thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms, and combine them with other medicinal herbs to make a pill that can quickly restore internal energy, these two things are extremely rare, and the market is probably..."

"Leave this to me."

Xin Weimin interrupted him before he could finish speaking, his tone resolute.

"I still have some connections with thousand-year-old ginseng and thousand-year-old lingzhi."

"Don't worry, Dr. Lin, I'll risk everything to find those two things for you."

Lin Mo nodded:

"I'm so sorry, but my health is failing me, so I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner with the old man today."

Xin Weimin quickly waved his hand:

"You can eat whenever you want there. Your health is the most important thing. Xiaolu, you must make sure to get Dr. Lin home safely. Take good care of him on the way."

"Okay, Grandpa!"

Xin Lu nodded seriously and helped Lin Mo walk out. Xin Weimin stood in the corridor watching them go, his expression changing from initial enthusiasm to gratitude.

At Li Jing's house, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Yang Liu opened it.

Looking at the short-haired beauty standing outside the door, she asked in confusion:

"What's up?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Li Jing!"

"Oh! Please come in!"

Yang Liu then called out to the house:

"Xiaojing, your friend is here!"

"oh!"

Li Jing opened the bedroom door and quickly walked out. Seeing the short-haired beauty, she rushed forward and eagerly asked:

"Officer Han, isn't Lin Mo the murderer?"

Yang Liu, who was about to pour water, paused slightly upon hearing this.

"It's not certain yet; the case is still under investigation. I came today to get some details from you!"

"Oh, Officer Han, please have a seat!"

Li Jing pointed to the sofa next to her.

After the two sat down, Han Yue took out her notebook and pen and started asking questions and taking notes.