The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

The deafening explosion in the backyard alerted the patrol officers who were putting out the fire.

They rushed over armed, only to witness a shocking scene.

In front of the fourth warehouse, there were mutilated corpses lying all over the ground.

A pig demon skeleton, its flesh and blood torn apart, lay silently in a pool of blood.

They looked around and found Wu Nanyuan, an intern from Group Four, covered in blood, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

"What just happened?! Where's my nephew, Chen Jue?!"

He Yuanshan was the most anxious. He ran up to Wu Nanyuan and pressed her for answers.

He glanced at the scene just now and saw that the dead bodies on the ground were all scum from Group Four, not his nephew.

"Just now... a terrifying, possessed boar demon fell from the roof!"

"It killed everyone in the four groups, and just as it was about to attack me and Chen Jue, it suddenly self-destructed."

"Chen Jue was in the front and was blown away over there..."

Wu Nanyuan's acting skills are extremely poor.

Chen Jue asked her to express a feeling of pitifulness and panic.

As a result, what she said sounded like she was reading aloud; there might have been a little genuine emotion in it, but not much.

He Yuanshan was very shrewd; as soon as he heard Wu Nanyuan's stiff words, he knew there must be something fishy going on.

"What! Those rebels who stormed the garrison actually dared to leave men behind to launch an attack on the warehouse!"

"Don't be afraid, go down and rest first. The patrol officers will definitely get justice for us later."

He quickly spoke loudly to cover up Wu Nanyuan's clumsy performance.

Then, the group found Chen Jue coughing up blood behind the collapsed high wall.

"I'm not okay, it feels like every bone in my body is broken, am I going to die...?"

Chen Jue looked at the three groups of seniors who had surrounded him, coughing up blood while making jokes.

The three senior members thought to themselves, "Chen Jue is such a sensible child that it's heartbreaking. He can even smile in this situation so as not to worry his uncle."

In a flurry of activity, everyone lifted Chen Jue onto a makeshift stretcher and handed him over to He Yuanshan and Lin Shoucheng, who then took him to Doctor Jiao's clinic.

In the clinic, Jiao Fengchun was preparing medicine, with a burly man carrying two maces standing next to him.

"Wow! You're something else, Xiao Chen. You're either injured or on your way to getting injured."

"The garrison is incredibly unlucky to have run into you..."

As Jiao Fengchun was joking, Lin Shoucheng anxiously said, "Dr. Jiao, please stop joking! Our garrison was attacked by thugs this morning. The secretary is dead, the director is seriously injured, and Xiao Chen was just caught in the crossfire..."

"What?! Such a thing actually happened?" Doctor Jiao was extremely shocked upon hearing this.

These days, if you live long enough, you can see all sorts of things.

Someone actually dared to attack the garrison. If this had happened a dozen years ago, the attacker's ancestors for eighteen generations would have been dug up from their graves and whipped.

It truly was the end of a dynasty; the moral order had collapsed...

"Uncle, Uncle Lin, the person has been delivered. You can go back to the garrison now!"

"When the inspectors arrive, if they don't see you, they might take their anger out on you."

He and Lin knew, of course, that this was a high-risk period, so they did not insist and turned back to the Kaiyang Garrison, which had been reduced to ruins.

But before He Yuanshan left, he slipped something into Chen Jue's hand.

Chen Jue looked down and was immediately shocked, gasping for breath.

He had seen this thing a few times.

But he never expected his uncle to be so bold as to steal Secretary Zhao Wei's storage ring!

How dare he...?

Chen Jue carefully tucked the ring into his pocket. Jiao Fengchun checked his pulse and sneered, "Apart from the depletion of true energy, there's nothing seriously wrong."

"What? Planning to get a fake medical record from me to take time off?"

"Don't say that. If I could take a long vacation, it would be a win-win situation..."

Chen Jue turned his head and saw the burly man standing at the other end of the clinic.

Meng Liang?

Chen Jue almost shouted it out.

"Who is this?" Chen Jue suppressed his surprise.

"Oh, one of my patients, Meng Liang from Honglinwei."

Jiao Fengchun leaned closer and whispered in Chen Jue's ear, "Didn't you inquire about him before?"

"Oh, so this is Brother Meng Liang. I am Chen Jue. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Chen Jue bowed to Meng Liang from afar.

"Nice to meet you..." Meng Liang returned the greeting with clasped hands, looking puzzled. "Strange, Brother Chen's aura and features bear a striking resemblance to an old friend of mine."

"In this vast world, there are countless people who look alike."

"Take the patients I see every day, for example, quite a few of them look alike."

Jiao Fengchun interrupted their conversation and said to Chen Jue, "Go inside and change into a hospital gown. You're covered in blood; you've made a mess of my clinic."

"That's true." Chen Jue felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, so he easily took a brand new set of hospital gowns from the cabinet and went into the clinic's shower room.

Outside, Jiao Fengchun said to Meng Liang, "If there's nothing else, go back to Honglin Garrison. You've suffered a mental breakdown, so I prescribed some calming soup for you. Remember to drink it for a week..."

"During the process, you must learn to restrain the excessive medicinal power in your body, otherwise I am afraid that the prepared medicine will be activated in your stomach."

Meng Liang nodded and said, "Understood."

"However, I need someone to help me make contact with Linjiang Martial Arts High School."

"That buyer placed several large orders again. This time, the spirit seeds that need to be activated are 'Great Sunflower' and 'Gengjin Sword Flower,' and the unit price is not low."

"Alright, I'll have Lu Xiaolu handle the coordination." Jiao Fengchun folded seven sets of medicinal herbs with the Soul-Locking Paper and handed them to Meng Liang.

Meng Liang accepted the bundle of medicinal herbs, bowed, and left.

Five minutes later, Chen Jue, dressed in a brand-new hospital gown, sat down in front of Jiao Fengchun.

"What kind of medical record do you need?" Jiao Fengchun spread out a medical record sheet on the table and picked up a pen to write.

"Damaged brow bone, fractured sternum, broken arm bone, internal organ contusion, excessive blood loss..."

"I suggest... resting for two months."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Jiao's brows twitched slightly, and he said with difficulty, "Are you treating the Inspection Bureau like a sucker?"

"I had no choice. The garrison was attacked, and many patrolmen were killed."

"If I don't take leave now, the reconstruction of the future garrison and the patrols of the streets will keep me extremely busy."

"What a pity, my good leader, Director Wu, after this incident, will probably have to be transferred elsewhere..."

Chen Jue felt a pang of regret at the thought that his former leader, Wu Yue, would be forced to leave his post.

I wonder if the next director will be as generous as Director Wu when it comes to paying for medicine, and if he has nothing better to do than take the blame for him.

"Your garrison is lucky to have met you; you're practically a reincarnation of a vacationing spirit."

Jiao Fengchun finished writing the medical record and affixed it with the official seal symbolizing the honor of a second-level physician.

"Perfect!"

Chen Jue took the medical record and said familiarly, "Old man, can you give me twenty more doses of Lingya Pills on credit?"

"I'm determined to build a house in the inner city during my two-month vacation!"