Volume One: The Dragon Soul Awakens Chapter 24: Crisis in the Rainy Night (Part Three)

“Dark Sect...”

As the door to the hospital room closed, Mo Xing, standing outside, repeated those three words.

“It’s them again...” Mo Xing murmured.

Senior Mian Hua’s disappearance, Shi Yan’s poisoning and hospitalization, and the freshman who went berserk after swallowing a forbidden drug during the entrance assessment—all of these incidents could be traced back to that damnable Dark Sect.

“So Mian Hua was taken away by that masked man.” Senior Cai Hong shook his head and took a deep breath.

“Scrambled eggs!” Chen Anye slammed his fist into the nearby wall, fury burning in his eyes.

“Hurry up and notify the campus broadcast station. Tell them to initiate a Level One alert—every student and staff member must be informed.” Chen Anye pointed sharply at two student council officers.

“But... but we have to apply to the school administration, and only after their approval can we issue the alert...” one of the officers stammered, his voice shrinking to a mosquito’s buzz.

“Then go write the application! Don’t you know the procedures?” Chen Anye suddenly exploded, veins bulging on his neck like writhing snakes.

“Alright, alright, we’re going!” The two officers turned to leave, but Cai Hong stopped them.

“I’ll go with you. I can be of help.” Senior Cai Hong nodded firmly.

“Uh...” one officer hesitated.

“Let Cai Hong go with you,” Chen Anye said, regaining some composure. “He’s the walking universal assistant—he can streamline the process and save us a lot of time.”

“Oh, not at all! I’m not as great as you say. I just do my best to help.” Senior Cai Hong smiled and gave a thumbs-up. “Besides, it’s also to help us find Mian Hua as soon as possible!”

Watching the three depart, Mo Xing thought to himself that Senior Cai Hong truly was the walking universal assistant—always stepping up to help at crucial moments, just as he’d said the first time they met: “If you’re ever in trouble, find your senior.”

The tension on Mo Xing’s face eased slightly, but he was still on edge.

Who was the masked man who spoke with Senior Mian Hua? Who gave the forbidden drug to that freshman at the assessment? How many Dark Sect infiltrators were still hiding on campus?

He could sense a vast conspiracy at work. The enemy was like a venomous spider, spinning a vast web, ready to trap any unwary prey who stumbled in.

“Students, you’re making too much noise.”

Just then, a voice sounded nearby as Dr. Bai approached. Mo Xing and the others turned to see him coming.

“This is a hospital. Please keep quiet, for the sake of the resting patients,” Dr. Bai said coolly, his expression unreadable.

“Sorry, that was our fault.” Chen Anye bowed slightly in apology, and the other student council members followed suit.

Mo Xing was about to join in, but Dr. Bai caught his arm.

“No need. I was actually looking for you.” Dr. Bai helped Mo Xing back up.

“Hmm?” Mo Xing asked, confused.

“Can I have a word in private?” Dr. Bai said.

“Just him?” Chen Anye asked. “Is it alright if I come too?”

Dr. Bai glanced at Chen Anye and hesitated for a second.

“Of course, you both can come with me,” Dr. Bai nodded.

Fourth floor of the hospital, Consultation Room One.

“What? Blood... blood draw?” Mo Xing asked in confusion when Dr. Bai suddenly told him he needed to draw blood.

“Yes. Last time you were admitted, we ran some tests on your blood and discovered a mysterious power within it,” Dr. Bai replied.

“A mysterious power?” Mo Xing echoed, suddenly recalling the water dragon god, Kaxin, in his mental space. Could it be that power?

“Yes. This power has tremendous restorative abilities; it can repair even severely damaged things,” Dr. Bai explained.

“So, my blood can help Shi Yan recover?” Mo Xing realized.

“Precisely. You’re a sharp one,” Dr. Bai praised. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Then let’s begin.” Mo Xing extended his right arm.

He’d always been afraid of needles, but if it could help Shi Yan, he’d give as much blood as needed.

Dr. Bai nodded and brought over the necessary equipment.

“Wait a minute?” Mo Xing noticed that Dr. Bai had only brought a syringe and a collection tube, nothing else.

“Aren’t you going to disinfect my arm with an alcohol swab first? And what about that little—uh, tourniquet to tie off my arm?”

“Mo Xing, what’s this ‘alcohol swab’ you’re talking about? Is it some kind of liquor?” Dr. Bai laughed as he attached the collection tube to the syringe and grasped Mo Xing’s tense arm.

“Are you even a real doctor? How can you not know about alcohol swabs or tourniquets? Even backwoods quacks know these basics!” Mo Xing blurted nervously as the needle approached.

“Doesn’t matter if they’re quacks or any other kind of doctor—in my practice, we always draw blood like this!” Dr. Bai smiled.

“Mo Xing, don’t worry. This is how doctors do it,” Chen Anye reassured him from the side.

Mo Xing calmed down, realizing that he was in another world now. The doctors here were different, so their methods would naturally be different too.

“Alright... fine.” Mo Xing squeezed his eyes shut and began silently praying.

“Chen Anye, would you mind closing the curtains for me?” Dr. Bai abruptly asked.

“Huh? Sure.” Chen Anye hesitated, then walked to the window, glanced at the rain outside, and drew the pale blue curtains.

“It... it didn’t hurt at all?” Mo Xing slowly opened his eyes, surprised to see that Dr. Bai had already finished. In the small case nearby, a test tube was two-thirds full with his blood—about two hundred milliliters.

“You underestimate us healers,” Dr. Bai chuckled, his right hand glowing with a soft green light.

“Amazing! The wound’s already healed?” Mo Xing exclaimed, noticing that the spot where the needle had entered was already closed.

“Actually, your own power did most of the healing. I just helped with the pain,” Dr. Bai explained.

Creak—

The door was gently pushed open, making a sound.

“Who’s there?” Mo Xing realized someone was eavesdropping. He jumped up, flung open the door, and saw a figure in a black cloak fleeing down the corridor. He dashed after them.

“Mo Xing, wait up!” Chen Anye tried to follow but was stopped by Dr. Bai.

“Dr. Bai? What are you doing?” Chen Anye asked, confused.

“Chen Anye, please stay.” Dr. Bai smiled, drawing a scalpel and meeting his gaze.

“I’d like to have a little talk with you.”