Chapter Thirty-Three: Devil's Aura

  Judging from the general situation, Li Mengya should be around 24 or 25 years old. After all, she is already a probationary police officer and will soon become a regular one. She must have graduated from the police academy at least four years ago, but looking at her expression and face, she looks like an 18- or 19-year-old girl, with a quiet and slightly shy demeanor.

  It was at this moment that Song Jian discovered that Li Mengya's face actually had a hint of "ghostly aura".

  The so-called "ghost air" is just a folk saying, and this kind of ghost air is often caused by the living environment being dim and humid for many years, or there are seriously ill people in the family with a long-term illness. A skilled Chinese doctor can see the patient's condition and living situation from the "ghost air" on the face of the patient or their family members.

  At this moment, Song Jian found that Li Mengya's slightly pale face had a few strands of ghostly energy wrapped around it.

  "Although Li Mengya looks tired, she is physically healthy and her living conditions should not be poor based on her attire and profession. Therefore, the ghostly aura on Li Mengya's face can only be due to a serious illness of her family member."

  Song Jian flashed this thought in his mind and said on the surface: "Officer Li is really formidable, actually firing six shots in a row, every shot hitting the bullseye."

  Li Mengya lowered her head and smiled, putting down the gun and equipment in her hand, saying: "When I was young, my grandfather trained me to be brave by letting me handle knives and guns. But after all these years, my courage is still just that much, but my marksmanship has improved somewhat."

  As she said this, Li Mengya's eyes actually turned red.

  Song Jian walked over and wanted to pat Li Mengya's shoulder to comfort her.

  Li Mengya, however, was quick-witted and dodged it, raising her arm and gently wiping the corner of her eye.

  The third supervisor on the side had a smile of schadenfreude at the corner of his mouth, it seems that Song Jian and Li Mengya's relationship is not good either.

  "Is your grandfather ill?" Song Jian asked, not feeling embarrassed at all. He had just mentioned his own grandfather and Li Mengya's eyes had turned red, so Song Jian could naturally guess that the person who was critically ill must be Li Mengya's grandfather.

  Li Mengya raised her head, glanced at Song Jian, and then nodded slightly.

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said: "My family has been Chinese medicine practitioners for generations, maybe..."

  "Really?" Song Jian hadn't finished speaking when Li Mengya became excited. At this time, any hope, Li Mengya wanted to try it out.

  Song Jian waved his hand and said, "Listen to me first. In my family, generation after generation are all traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. I also learned some medical skills, well, although I don't dare say they're unparalleled in history, but the level is still good. If you trust me, take me to see your grandfather. If I can cure him, you must teach me marksmanship. Oh, if I can't cure him, you can't blame me."

  Li Mengya looked at Song Jian, suddenly hesitated. She wasn't unwilling to take Song Jian to try, but her own grandfather had a special identity and couldn't be met casually. Moreover, Li Mengya knew very little about Song Jian's background.

  "How...how did you know that my grandfather is seriously ill? Is your medical skill really that amazing?" Li Mengya asked in a low voice.

  Song Jian slightly pursed his lips and said, "Alright, considering you saved my life, I'll patiently tell you more. Hmm, your complexion is pale with a hint of dark energy, which in traditional Chinese medicine is called 'ghost energy'. This ghost energy only appears on people who are critically ill. Obviously, it's not from your body, so it must be from someone close to you who lives with you. Earlier when I mentioned your grandfather, the corners of your eyes turned red, indicating that he's the one with a serious illness. Hmm, to prove my medical skills, let me say more: your eyes are slightly bloodshot, and according to traditional Chinese medicine, the liver is connected to the eyes. Now, your liver meridian is congested, which means you should be having your period these few days. However, due to excessive grief, your qi is stagnant and your blood is congealed, so your period ended prematurely today. Am I right?"

  "You... you..." Li Mengya's face turned bright red, as if she was drunk.

  Song Jian did not expect Li Mengya to be so shy, and he hastily laughed: "Hehe, sorry Officer Li, I just wanted to prove to you that my medical skills are still okay. In traditional Chinese medicine, there is a saying that 'a good doctor can diagnose by just looking'. The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon says that 'to know by looking is divine'. Although I am not a divine doctor, but with one glance, I can also see some clues."

  Li Mengya looked at the Glock pistol in her hand and said, "Alright, I believe you. If you can cure... no, even if you can just make my grandfather suffer less, I'll be eternally grateful to you. I'll definitely teach you how to shoot well."

  Song Jiandao said: "Alright, then it's settled. Hmm, looking at the ghostly aura on your face, your grandfather's condition should be very serious. We can't delay, let's go now."

  Li Mengya looked at Song Jian with gratitude, then beckoned to a shooting range officer and, after completing the exit formalities, Song Jian and Li Mengya hastily left the shooting range.

  The third inspector flexed the robust muscles on his arm, thinking to himself: "Wow, he's actually a master of flirting. Just a moment ago, those two were just acquaintances, and yet they're already walking side by side with the beautiful policewoman, having lunch together. But is that kid really here to learn shooting or is he here to flirt?"

  As Song Jian and Li Mengya walked towards the outside of the shooting range, although his real identity was a driver, Song Jian felt that he was more essentially a doctor. As a doctor, he naturally had an obligation to treat illnesses and save lives. Although he couldn't alleviate the suffering of all patients in the world, if he encountered someone in need, Song Jian would still unhesitatingly lend a hand to rescue them. Moreover, Li Mengya was a beautiful woman who had saved his life before.

  Out of the shooting range, Li Mengya got into Song Jian's car.

  On the bus, Li Mengya took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

  "Grandpa, I found a great doctor, he's really good... No, grandpa, please, just one more time, this doctor is really amazing... Grandpa, I'm begging you, just once more, I'm begging you."

  As she spoke, Li Mengya was already in tears, and it was clear that her grandfather had made preparations for his death and did not immediately agree to Li Mengya's request.

  "Alright, alright, Grandpa, just wait a bit, we'll be there soon."

  Li Mengya hung up the phone and turned to look at Song Jian, with a fervent light in her eyes. "My grandfather agreed."

  Song Jian was moved by Li Mengya, he opened his mouth and said: "Don't worry, I will do my best. You first tell me about your grandfather's condition."

  Li Mengya nodded and said, "The doctor's diagnosis is 'unexplained muscle tissue necrosis', the specific symptoms are that Grandpa's left leg is rotting, no matter how many medicines are used, or how advanced antibiotics are used, it cannot be stopped. Even in a sterile ward, it is impossible to slow down the rot of Grandpa's legs. The doctor said that within three days, the rot will spread to Grandpa's abdomen, and at that time, Grandpa will definitely die."

  As she spoke, Li Mengya wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

  Song Jian furrowed his brow, not expecting to still encounter such a severe illness in this day and age. This kind of widespread muscle necrosis was common in ancient times due to the lack of antibiotics and poor sanitary conditions, as well as people's lack of awareness about preventing infection. However, nowadays, even in the most remote rural areas, it is generally unlikely to come across such a condition.

  Reaching out his hand, Song Jian lightly patted Li Mengya's shoulder. "Don't worry, maybe I'll have a way. How did your grandfather get this illness?"

  Li Mengya thought for a moment, shook her head and said: "I don't know either. My grandfather... his identity is somewhat special. Oh, Song Jian, once we're at the hospital, try to ask fewer questions, and don't mention it to others in the future."

  Song Jian nodded and followed Li Mengya's guidance, driving the Chevrolet to Canglang District. In a remote area of Canglang District, there was actually a sanatorium built there. Song Jian drove the car in.

  This sanatorium looks very ordinary, but the guard at the gate, his straight waist, and shiny steel gun all indicate the importance of this place.

  The car drove past, and the guard merely glanced inside without stopping it.

  Song Jian drove the car further in under Li Mengya's direction, turned a corner and arrived at the side door at the back.

  This time, the car was stopped directly.

  At this time, in a room far away, a man wearing an old military uniform was holding a phone.

  "Hello, is this Zhou Wenxing, Old Zhou? I'm from Canglang Sanatorium," the man in the old military uniform said in a low voice.

  On the other end of the phone, Zhou Wenxing heard the five words "Canglang Sanatorium" and immediately stood up, saying: "May I ask for instructions."

  "Heh heh, nothing much, just asking you about someone. What do you think of Song Jian?" the man in the old military uniform asked.

  "Song Jian? That little divine doctor? After I had a stroke, I was bedridden for a long time, and it was Song Jian's prescription that cured my hemiplegia. But as for this person's specific background, I'm not clear either, all I know is that he's a driver." Zhou Wenxing answered truthfully, having heard the other party's identity, Zhou Wenxing didn't dare to hide anything or make any promises.

  "Uh, okay, Old Zhou, you rest well." The man in the old military uniform hung up the phone and thought to himself, "A descendant of the Song family, Song Jian... I didn't expect the Song family had this kind of skill, always thought they were just merchants who made medicine."

  The man in old military uniform heard affirmation of Song Jian from Zhou Wenxing's words.

  If Song Jian knew, from the time Li Mengya finished her phone call until now, within a short span of twenty minutes, his own identity and recent experiences had been investigated with crystal clarity by the other party, he wondered what kind of thoughts he would have.

  After some thought, he picked up the phone and dialed the special line of the guard booth. "Check them out, if there's no danger, let them in."

  Song Jian and Li Mengya were sitting in the car, soon, two security guards in their thirties walked over, knocked on the window, indicating that Li Mengya and Song Jian get out of the car for inspection.

  Song Jian's expression was relaxed, but his eyes revealed a look of surprise. These two seemingly ordinary guards actually both had a faint aura of killing intent surrounding them. This kind of killing intent, Song Jian could sense after taking the Marrow Washing Pill.

  "What was Li Mengya's grandfather's identity after all? Two door guards, both so strong, what level of bodyguard would he have?" Song Jian became more cautious.

  Soon, after the inspection was completed, the guard indicated that Song Jian could drive directly into the special sanatorium in the rear.