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Lin Yuan saw it all, but remained completely unmoved.

He is not the same Lin Yuan as before, and he will not be anxious or insecure because of this slight estrangement.

The original owner's memories slowly surfaced, crystal clear.

Although he and Lin Wanrou were husband and wife, they never consummated their marriage.

Lin Wanrou was outstanding in appearance and capable in her actions, and was naturally proud and arrogant.

She never had any feelings for the original owner of this body.

She agreed to get married partly because she couldn't resist her parents' persuasion.

Her other half was someone she had been heartbroken over at the time, betrayed by the man she loved, and in her despair, she simply agreed to the marriage.

This marriage was always a reluctant compromise, devoid of any love.

The original owner was insecure and sensitive. Faced with Lin Wanrou's indifference, she was always disappointed and tried her best to please her, but she could never warm up to her.

But now, it's Lin Yuan's soul.

He had no romantic feelings for Lin Wanrou, so he naturally didn't care about her indifference.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Wanrou didn't take the initiative to start a conversation.

The ward was quiet, with only the faint beeping of the monitor.

She would occasionally pick up her phone to handle work, her fingertips swiping rapidly, her expression cool and focused, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Occasionally, she would glance up and see Lin Yuan lying quietly, looking much better than before, before looking away again.

There was no concern or tenderness, just a cold indifference, like a dutiful caregiver.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the desolation around him.

He focused his mind and calmed himself, feeling the vast medical heritage flowing slowly through his mind.

The medical tradition passed down from our ancestors is profound and extensive, and its methods of cultivation are different from those of ordinary people.

To improve one's cultivation and stabilize one's soul, one should not rely on meditation and breathing exercises, but rather on healing the sick and saving lives, accumulating the power of gratitude from all living beings.

This is exactly what fits Earth, where spiritual energy is so scarce that it's almost nonexistent.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan felt a sense of relief.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to use the skills passed down in this place, but now it seems that I have a way out.

Once he has fully recovered, he can start practicing medicine and saving lives, establishing himself in the city with his inherited medical skills.

With his superb medical skills, the more people he saves, the stronger his spiritual power becomes, and his cultivation level will naturally rise accordingly.

I have now taken over the original owner's body.

He will repay the Lin family's kindness in his own way and protect their lifelong peace and stability.

Lin Wanrou, standing to the side, was completely unaware of his inner thoughts.

Looking at his calm and composed profile, I felt a strange sense of surprise.

In the past, when Lin Yuan was treated so coldly by her, his eyes would always show disappointment and unease.

But today, he remained calm and composed throughout, barely even glancing at me.

It's as if he's become a completely different person.

Lin Wanrou frowned slightly, but quickly composed herself, assuming that he was just weak and had no time to think about anything else.

The ward remained quiet.

One closed his eyes and concentrated, planning his spiritual practice and repaying his debt of gratitude.

One person sat quietly by her side, remaining indifferent and aloof throughout.

The two were in the same room, yet an insurmountable chasm separated them.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yuan lay on the hospital bed, and thanks to the nourishment from the secret techniques passed down in the medical tradition, his condition had already improved considerably.

Early that morning, Lin Yuan planned to be discharged from the hospital.

He couldn't stand the pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital and didn't want to waste any more time.

Not long after.

Lin Jianguo, the father-in-law, drove to the hospital and accompanied him to the doctor for discharge examinations.

The doctor held the test report and looked at it over and over again, his eyes filled with amazement as he looked at Lin Yuan.

"Young man, your physique is amazing!"

"After lying down for so long, and only three short days, all her indicators are better than a normal person's. I've never seen such a strong recovery ability!"

The doctor sighed repeatedly, thinking that Lin Yuan was just naturally healthy and completely regarded it as a medical exception.

Lin Yuan smiled but didn't explain further.

You can't say it's thanks to the possession of another body.

Lin Jianguo listened with great joy. After confirming with the doctor several times that they could be discharged without any hidden dangers, he finally felt at ease and took Lin Yuan and Lin Wanrou to complete the formalities.

The three of them, carrying simple luggage, got into Lin Jianguo's car.

The car had just driven out of the hospital parking lot.

Lin Jianguo's phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone crisply, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jianguo turned to the two of them and explained.

"A patient came to the clinic and is in a hurry to see a doctor. I'll go back and take care of things first, and give you a ride home on the way."

Lin Yuan and Lin Wanrou both nodded, having no objections.

My father-in-law, Lin Jianguo, runs a small clinic downstairs in our apartment complex. It's not a large operation, and he usually treats minor ailments like headaches and fevers for the neighbors. He has always had a good reputation.

The car hadn't been driven long before it stopped in front of the shop at the entrance of the residential area.

The Lin family clinic is located here. It's a small shop with an old-fashioned sign, but it's clean and down-to-earth.

Lin Jianguo parked the car and led the two into the clinic.

Just entered the door.

I saw a woman holding a four or five-year-old boy in her arms, anxiously pacing around.

Upon seeing Lin Jianguo, the woman felt as if she had seen a savior and immediately went forward to call out to him.

"Dr. Lin!"

"You've finally arrived! This child has been crying since this morning, and nothing I do can soothe him. Please help me!"

The woman looked anxious, and the little boy in her arms cried incessantly with his eyes closed, his body twitching every now and then, which looked extremely distressing.

The child's crying in the clinic grew more and more urgent.

The young mother was so anxious that her eyes reddened, and she kept patting her child's back, but it was no use at all.

A few minutes later.

Another man hurriedly walked into the clinic.

The man, dressed in a suit, looked anxious and hurried as he entered the room. He looked at the crying child with a worried expression.

Lin Yuan glanced at it and immediately recognized the original owner's memories.

This person is Wei Cheng, who lives upstairs from them. He and the Lin family are neighbors living on different floors.

Wei Cheng's identity is unusual; he is the director of the Health Bureau.

When Lin Jianguo opened his clinic, Wei Cheng helped him with many of the paperwork.

The two families visit each other frequently and have always had a good relationship.

"Honey, how's the baby?"

Wei Cheng strode to his wife's side, reached out and touched the child's burning forehead, his face instantly darkening.

He then immediately looked at Lin Jianguo, his voice filled with anxiety: "Dr. Lin, how is my son? Is he seriously injured?"

"If you're unsure, we'll immediately transfer you to a major hospital. We can't delay the child's treatment!"

Wei Cheng spoke frankly, but his heart was filled with panic, fearing that something terrible might happen to the child.

"Director Wei, please don't rush, let me take a look first."

Lin Jianguo comforted him, then immediately took out a stethoscope and carefully examined the child, checking his throat and taking his temperature.

After the diagnosis, Lin Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry too much. Judging from the symptoms, it's just a common acute fever that causes discomfort. I'll give your child an injection and prescribe some medicine. He'll be fine after taking it for a few days."

As he spoke, he turned around to get the medicine ready to give the child an injection.

Lin Wanrou stood beside Lin Yuan, watching quietly, and thought it was probably just a common fever, so she didn't think much of it.

Lin Yuan stood to the side, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the little boy.

Not right.

This child's fever is definitely not a normal fever!

The medical classics passed down in my mind flashed by rapidly. The skills of observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation were already ingrained in my bones. Even without taking a pulse with my hands, I could see the root cause of the disease just by observing with my naked eyes.

The child's face was flushed, and when he cried, his whole body convulsed and his eyes were unfocused. These are not symptoms of a normal fever.

If you actually get a fever-reducing injection, it won't cure the illness; instead, it will delay treatment.