Chapter 24 Forcibly Binding a Renowned Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor: A God-Level Assist in the Doomsday Base

The scorching sun hung high in the sky.

The streets of the old district were baked hot, and the air was thick with a sense of irritability.

Lin Xingwan parked her car in front of an inconspicuous neighborhood clinic.

The wooden sign read "Jishitang" in large characters, with most of the paint peeled off.

She pushed the door open and entered.

A rich scent of herbs rushed to greet her; there was no air conditioning in the room, only an old-fashioned ceiling fan whirring overhead.

Behind the counter, an old man with a full head of white hair and reading glasses was focused on taking a patient's pulse.

This was Old Zhong.

In her past life, he was the treasure revered as the National Medical Master.

Unfortunately, this old man was too stubborn; he insisted on guarding this dilapidated clinic to save the suffering.

As a result, after the extreme heat broke out, he was worn down to nothing by the endless stream of plague patients and the harsh environment.

In this life, she had to drag this big Buddha back to the Star Fortress no matter what.

"Take this medicine back, boil three bowls of water down to one, and drink it while it's hot."

Old Zhong handed the prescription to the patient without even looking up.

"Next."

Lin Xingwan walked straight up and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"Old Zhong, I'm not here for medical treatment; I'm here to invite you."

Old Zhong glanced at her over his reading glasses.

Seeing her expensive attire, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Young lady, this is a neighborhood clinic. I only treat difficult and complicated cases, not the idle ailments of the rich."

"If you want to recuperate, go out, turn right, and head to the VIP department of the big hospital."

Lin Xingwan didn't move, pulling a pure black bank card directly from her bag.

"An annual salary of ten million, plus top-tier medical equipment."

She stared into Old Zhong's eyes, her tone brooks no argument.

"Please be my personal doctor."

Several patients grabbing medicine in the clinic gasped.

Ten million!

Was this young girl crazy?

Who would have thought that Old Zhong wouldn't even glance at the card, instead letting out a cold snort.

"Ten million? Even if you gave me one hundred million, I wouldn't go to be some rich person's lapdog."

"These hands of mine are for saving the suffering, not for serving the likes of you who are pampered and rich."

He waved his hand as if shooing a fly.

"Go, go, go, don't delay my work."

Beside him, a young girl with a ponytail and delicate features hurried over.

This was Old Zhong's granddaughter, Zhong Ling.

She was also a highly talented emergency nurse.

"Miss, my grandfather has a stubborn temper, please don't mind him, but you should probably leave."

Zhong Ling apologized while trying to persuade Lin Xingwan to leave.

Lin Xingwan didn't get angry; instead, she smiled.

She had long expected that this old man wouldn't give in easily.

Using force definitely wouldn't work; she needed a stronger medicine.

She put away the bank card and took a black tablet out of her bag.

"Old Zhong, if you don't care about money, what about life?"

Lin Xingwan tapped the tablet and pulled up a top-secret file.

It was the internal, top-secret data of the "Global Meteorological Disaster Prediction Disc" that she had spent a fortune to acquire through the Dark Web.

"Take a look at this first, then decide whether to chase me away."

She pushed the tablet in front of Old Zhong.

Old Zhong didn't want to look at first.

But when his peripheral vision swept over the global temperature simulation map on the screen, which was filled with glaring red, his eyes tightened.

He put on his reading glasses and began to examine it carefully.

The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.

"What... what does this mean?"

Old Zhong pointed at a temperature curve on the screen that was soaring almost vertically at ninety degrees.

"Sixty degrees? Seventy degrees?"

"This is simply nonsense! If it were really this temperature, wouldn't people be roasted alive?"

"It's not nonsense; this is already a conservative estimate."

Lin Xingwan leaned back in her chair, her voice chillingly cold.

"In three months at most, this extreme heat that will sweep across the globe will arrive."

"After the high temperatures, water sources will dry up, corpses will float everywhere, and what follows will be a super plague that hasn't been seen in centuries."

She watched Old Zhong's slightly trembling hands and said, enunciating every word.

"By then, what will you use to save people in this dilapidated clinic that doesn't even have air conditioning?"

"Are you going to use your own life to fill the gap?"

The clinic was deathly silent.

Old Zhong fell silent.

Although he was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, he was knowledgeable and experienced.

For the past half month, the weather had been extremely abnormal, and he had actually sensed that something was wrong.

He just didn't dare to think in the worst direction.

"What... what exactly do you want to do?"

Old Zhong put down the tablet, his gaze toward Lin Xingwan changing.

It was no longer the disdain of looking at a rich young lady, but carried a hint of deep inquiry.

"I want to save people."

Lin Xingwan's ability to lie through her teeth was also top-notch.

"I have built a doomsday fortress that can withstand any disaster."

"Inside, there is a constant temperature system, a sterile operating room, and hundreds of tons of medicinal herb reserves."

She leaned in a little closer, looking directly into Old Zhong's eyes.

"But I lack a National Medical Master who can snatch the dead back from the hands of the King of Hell."

"If you stay here, you will save at most a hundred people before being worked to death."

"But if you come with me, your medical skills can save tens of thousands of truly valuable survivors."

"You could even preserve the spark of traditional Chinese medicine from being extinguished."

These words struck straight to the heart of Old Zhong.

He had practiced medicine all his life, and what he feared most was his medical skills being lost and watching people die while being powerless to help.

"Grandfather..."

Zhong Ling, who was beside them, was also a bit frightened and gently tugged on Old Zhong's sleeve.

Old Zhong took a deep breath, a trace of struggle flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Young girl, what you're saying is too unbelievable."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Just by the fact that the temperature outside is rising at an abnormal rate."

Lin Xingwan pointed at the scorching sun outside the door.

"How about this, you and your granddaughter go to my place to take a look first."

"If you think I'm a liar, you can come back at any time."

This tactic of "coaxing and deceiving" combined with "getting on the bus before buying the ticket" was used to the extreme.

Old Zhong was silent for a long time.

Finally, he looked at his granddaughter beside him, then looked at the scorching sun outside that seemed capable of melting everything.

He gritted his teeth.

"Fine! This old man will go with you to take a look!"

"But I'll say the ugly words first: if you dare to lie to me, this old bag of bones will not spare you even if I have to risk my life!"

"Rest assured."

Lin Xingwan smiled.

The fish had taken the bait.

She personally helped move some precious medicinal herbs and ancient books from the clinic into the car.

Taking the grandfather and granddaughter, she headed straight to the Half-Mountain Villa in the Western Suburbs.

The moment the car drove into the villa gate, Old Zhong and Zhong Ling were completely stunned as they looked at the towering thirty-thousand-volt electric fence, the strict cordon lines, and the bottomless entrance to the underground fortress.

Was this a shelter?

This was simply an impregnable underground military base!

When they walked into the constant-temperature sterile medical room on the second underground level, Old Zhong's eyes went wide.

Top-tier oxygen generators, fully automatic surgical pods, and even an entire wall of constant-temperature Chinese medicine cabinets!

This configuration was a hundred times more luxurious than the ICU of the Provincial People's Hospital!

"This... this..."

Old Zhong was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly, his trembling hands caressing those precision instruments.

"In my entire life, I have never seen such complete equipment!"

Lin Xingwan leaned against the door frame, smiling and teasing.

"How about it, Old Zhong, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"You and Zhong Ling will live here from now on; the medical room is your exclusive territory."

Now, Old Zhong was completely convinced.

He turned around and bowed solemnly to Lin Xingwan.

"Miss Lin, this old man was blind and almost delayed a major matter."

"From today on, this old life of mine is sold to The Fortress!"

With the divine doctor in charge, the last shortcoming of the Xingchen Base was filled.

The god-tier support was officially in place.

Lin Xingwan arranged for people to take them to the living area to settle down.

Just as she walked out of the medical room, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

She took out her phone.

It was an encrypted garbled text message from Huo Yuan.

Lin Xingwan quickly deciphered it.

It was only a dozen or so words, but it caused the murderous intent in her eyes to instantly ignite.

"Heavy goods from overseas, tonight at the East Port Terminal, interested in robbing the robbers?"