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Chapter 72: Only an A-Rank Contract Can Cure
Chapter 72: Only an A-Rank Contract Can Cure (Please Continue Reading)
Lin Qi stood nearby, his expression shifting between confusion and amusement.
He remembered Li Doctor always being stern and aloof during previous meetings—never a smile, never a warm word. Now, here they were, beaming warmly and speaking with genuine kindness. Had money changed their demeanor? Or was it Lin Qi’s new status?
Li Doctor placed a file on the table between them and activated a projector beside the computer. A green data overlay flickered into view, filled with indecipherable charts and scans.
“The venom from the Darkwinged Bat poisoning your wife,” Li Doctor explained, “has been studied extensively by Xia Kingdom. We’ve developed a solution—Shockwave Detoxification Therapy. Our clinic houses a Here Shockwave Therapy Unit that uses focused shockwaves to locate and destroy toxins in every tissue, flushing them out entirely.”
Lin Zhen and Lin Qi leaned forward, eyes brightening.
“Previously, financial constraints prevented this treatment,” Li Doctor added with a smile. “But now, the path is clear. Congratulations.”
“How much does this procedure cost?” Lin Zhen asked, excitement barely contained.
“Three million Xia Kingdom Yuan,” Li Doctor replied.
Lin Zhen shot up from his chair, but Lin Qi swiftly tugged his sleeve, murmuring, “No problem—we can cover it.”
Lin Zhen hesitated, then nodded. Lin Qi exhaled inwardly, calculating. Three million was manageable—he could scrape it together even after recent expenses. With nearly two million Yuan remaining from his reserves, reaching A-Rank status or advancing to Moon Rank would secure the funds effortlessly.
“When can we begin?” Lin Zhen asked, settling back into his chair.
Li Doctor adjusted their glasses. “The Here unit operates continuously, serving both treatment and cultivation needs. Even running 24 hours, demand outstrips supply. Your wife’s wait time would be… about a year.”
“A Year?!” Lin Zhen surged to his feet. “Huiyi may not survive that long!”
Lin Qi frowned, then interjected, “Doctor, as a B-Rank Genius under Crimson Vault Martial Arts Pavilion, could my mother’s case be prioritized? Even if it’s just cutting the queue?”
Li Doctor shook their head. “The unit’s schedule for medical use is fixed. Only martial cultivation appointments are flexible.”
Lin Qi’s eyes sharpened. “Then what if I were an A-Rank Genius?”
Li Doctor paused. “If you achieved A-Rank status, we’d expedite your case. Surgery could be scheduled within a month.”
“Deal,” Lin Qi said firmly.
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Outside the clinic, Lin Qi met his father’s gaze. “Final Exams are in two weeks. I’ll make A-Rank.”
Lin Zhen sighed, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I believe you. You’ve grown into our family’s pillar.”
Hours later, Fang Huiyi emerged from her treatment, color returned to her face. As the trio exited the sanatorium, she suddenly stiffened. “Quick—we’re spotted.” She nodded toward a lavishly dressed woman across the courtyard.
“Huiyi!” the woman called, but the family vanished into the crowd.
The woman lowered her hand, smirking. “Avoiding me now? We’ll meet again during Lunar New Year.”
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At the hospital entrance, Lin Zhen scowled. “Yan Ying—always a thorn. That Rongshan neighbor thrives on comparisons. Ever since her son entered No.3 Academy as an Innate Talent, she’s lorded it over everyone. Sharp-tongued as a viper.”
Fang Huiyi nodded. “Her annual boasts are like swallowing flies. But our Lin Qi has grown. He’s no longer a target.”
Lin Qi remained silent. He knew Yan Ying well—her cruelty had tormented his family for years. But the power balance had shifted.
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Returning to Crimson Vault’s B123 Martial Arts Training Hall, Lin Qi activated Xiaochan’s projection—a blue-clad assistant materializing with a greeting. After downing revitalizing elixirs, he launched into Tiger Form Fist, his body steaming as each technique—Crane, Snake, Dragon, Ape—crackled like cannonfire against the air.
Between sessions, he nursed a bitter thought: A-Rank is nonnegotiable. For Mother, for myself—I must ascend.
Gripping a training spear, he drilled Mountain-Shattering Spear Method, frustration mounting. The third lethal technique eluded him despite months of effort. “Perhaps diversifying helps,” he mused, recalling how cross-training Five Elements Boxing unlocked progress.
“Xiaochan, display Trickling Stream Spear tutorials.”
The hologram materialized—a black iron-ranked technique. A wiry instructor demonstrated fluid thrusts, which Lin Qi mirrored. His spear hissed through air, leaving afterimages as his style morphed into relentless, storm-like precision.
(End of Chapter)
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