Wu Weili's gaze was cold to the extreme, his eyes glimmering with a chilling light.
"Young Master Lin truly fits the stereotype of the nouveau riche. So naïve and wasteful with money. Fine, I'll let you have this Blood Dropping Sword."
Lin Chen chuckled inwardly: "An elite spiritual artifact like the Blood Dropping Sword isn't something money alone can buy. If Wu Weili knew that, he would probably compete with me to the bitter end, even if it meant exhausting his family's resources."
Wu Weili withdrew from the bidding, and the Blood Dropping Sword finally landed in Lin Chen's possession.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Lin Chen. Everyone was deeply curious—just who was this man who had managed to defeat Zhonghai's number one scion, Wu Weili, twice?
Wu Weili's expression turned ominous as he whispered to a black-clad man beside him, "Get ready. Keep a close watch on that brat. Kill him and bring me that sword."
"Understood!" The black-clad man nodded briskly and hurriedly turned to leave.
Wu Weili's eyes twisted with malice: "A brat who dares to fight me for the Blood Dropping Sword? He's begging for death."
Seeing Wu Weili stop bidding, the auctioneer struck the gavel: "The Blood Dropping Sword now belongs to Mr. Lin."
Lin Chen never imagined his gains this time would be so substantial—he managed to acquire two elite spiritual artifacts in one breath.
"By the way, wasn't Miss Yu Feifei supposed to perform? Why hasn't she come out yet?" At that moment, a foreigner stood up and asked coldly.
Upon hearing the foreigner's question, the host replied awkwardly: "I'm sorry, sir. Miss Yu is feeling unwell, so tonight's performance has been canceled."
"What?" The news sparked slight changes in expression among many attendees.
"Damn it! We fell for their diversionary tactic!" The foreigner mumbled under his breath.
As the auction concluded, Lin Chen headed to the VIP room.
Just then, a young woman in red pushed an elderly man in a wheelchair toward Lin Chen.
The young woman in red was someone Lin Chen recognized—it was the gorgeous auctioneer Zhou Qing.
Lin Chen's gaze landed on the elderly man in the wheelchair. Though he appeared to be in his fifties, his face was deeply lined, his once resolute features now tired, and his hair white as snow.
Looking at the man's legs, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
The elderly man, in turn, also scrutinized Lin Chen, his eyes narrowing with an expression of astonishment.
Zhou Qing, standing behind him, spoke: "Mr. Lin, this is Zhou Tianbo, the auction house's owner."
"You must be the famed Lin, the Divine Doctor! Truly impressive—claiming not one but two treasures in such quick succession." Zhou Tianbo said with a smile.
Lin Chen smiled faintly: "Indeed, though the cost wasn't small."
Fixing his eyes on Lin Chen, Zhou Tianbo suddenly asked, "I've heard Mr. Lin is a master of medical arts. I wonder if you could treat my legs? If you can, I'm willing to offer both treasures to you as a gift."
Lin Chen's gaze fell upon Zhou Tianbo's legs, and he smiled: "Mr. Zhou, your legs cannot be treated with modern medicine. However, I can give it a try."
Zhou Qing's face lit up in joy upon hearing Lin Chen's words: "Does that mean you have a way to cure my father's legs, Mr. Lin?"
"It shouldn't be too much of a problem." Lin Chen replied confidently.
Hearing Lin Chen's assurance, Zhou Qing excitedly grabbed Lin Chen's arm. Her captivating eyes locked onto him as her alluring figure pressed close to his arm.
Feeling the softness against his hand, Lin Chen's inner flame surged instantly.
But with Zhou Tianbo still watching, Lin Chen quickly suppressed his rising desires.
Despite Lin Chen's confident demeanor, Zhou Tianbo's expression remained calm: "Mr. Lin, do you even know the nature of the injuries to my legs? And yet you're so certain you can cure them?"
While Zhou Tianbo had heard of Lin Chen's extraordinary medical skills, he didn't believe that just one glance was enough for Lin Chen to understand his condition.
"I am the Divine Doctor. A Divine Doctor is quite different from ordinary physicians. I've already discerned your condition completely." Lin Chen smiled placidly.
"Is that true?" Zhou Tianbo asked skeptically.
Lin Chen nodded: "Your leg injuries were caused intentionally. The perpetrator was incredibly vicious, severing all the meridians in your legs using True Qi. Thus, even the most advanced conventional medical techniques can barely address your condition."
Shock flashed in Zhou Tianbo's eyes. He never expected Lin Chen to pinpoint the cause of his injuries in a single statement.
Lin Chen continued: "Mr. Zhou, in your youth, you were undoubtedly a remarkably gifted martial artist. Before your injury, your cultivation must have been at the Core Formation stage. Unfortunately, not only were your legs ruined, but hidden injuries throughout your body have drained you of vitality, leaving you with no choice but to remain in the wheelchair, despite your latent abilities."
Zhou Tianbo was completely stunned. If Lin Chen identifying his injuries was already astonishing, then accurately stating his cultivation level prior to his injury was downright incredible.
For reasons he couldn't fathom, suppressed embers of hope began burning once more within Zhou Tianbo, and he asked with growing excitement: "Mr. Lin, can you truly help me stand once more?"
Lin Chen nodded: "Of course. Not only can I fix your meridians and help you stand again, but I can also restore your cultivation."
Zhou Tianbo's voice trembled, his hands clenched tightly in excitement.
Lin Chen smiled faintly: "Of course. I am no ordinary Divine Doctor; to me, such injuries are merely trivial."
Seeing Zhou Tianbo's elation, Lin Chen spoke with a hint of smugness.
"When can we start the treatment?" Zhou Tianbo asked impatiently.
Lin Chen smiled lightly: "Right now."
With that, Lin Chen stepped closer to Zhou Tianbo and placed his hand gently on his legs.
Years of being confined to the wheelchair had severely atrophied Zhou Tianbo's muscles, leaving his legs lifeless and skeletal.
The damage to his meridians was particularly severe—they were entirely severed, making it impossible for modern medical techniques to offer any solution.
"How does it look?" Zhou Tianbo asked nervously, noting Lin Chen's slightly serious expression.
He knew better than anyone how dire the state of his legs was; countless renowned doctors had examined them, only to shake their heads hopelessly. As a result, he had long given up hope.
Lin Chen chuckled: "A bit challenging, but not impossible."
As he spoke, Lin Chen pressed his palm against Zhou Tianbo's legs, a stream of radiant life force coursing into them.
Zhou Tianbo felt a warm current flow into his legs, bringing a soothing comfort he hadn't experienced in years.
Lin Chen's life force acted like countless small streams, gradually nourishing Zhou Tianbo's deadened cells and severed meridians.
Soon, Zhou Tianbo began to notice an astonishing change—sensation returning to his legs, and a faint tinge of rosy color replacing their lifeless pallor.
"Could he actually be someone from the Hidden Sect?" Zhou Tianbo thought in wonder. He knew that only individuals from such mystical realms could possess such miraculous abilities.