Peerless Divine Doctor

”You must be Fang Rushan,” the man said with cold indifference.

”I do not know what matter you have, brother, please speak,” Fang Rushan replied, bowing low. Being able to enter his room like this, and having easily killed someone just before, was proof enough that the other party was no ordinary person. As an old fox, Fang Rushan naturally knew what stance to take.

”I need you to find someone for me. If you do, you live, if not, you die!” The man spoke with a face void of emotion, and upon enunciating the word ”die,” Fang Rushan felt an overwhelming murderous aura descend upon him, causing his heart to sink and his complexion to pale slightly.

”Sir, please say who it is you are looking for, I will do my utmost to find them for you,” Fang Rushan hurriedly said, bowing his head.

”The person is named Lin Tianhai. Find him in the shortest time possible, or else prepare to die,” the man said, then left Fang Rushan’s room abruptly.

Once the man had left, Fang Rushan took a deep breath, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. The pressure from the other man had been immense.

”Such formidable strength, where does he come from?” Fang Rushan furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

Subsequently, Fang Rushan began to mobilize all the strength at his disposal to start searching for Lin Tianhai. If he didn’t find the man, the other party would surely kill him.

In Capital City, at the Municipal People’s Hospital.

In a VIP ward lay a figure on the hospital bed—it was Pu Jingtian, who had been severely injured by Xiao Yifeng’s kick the day before.

At the moment, Pu Jingtian, having been unconscious for more than ten hours, finally came to, his face filled with rage. His anger soared even further upon hearing that Ye Luo had replaced him to film the final kissing scene with Shi Yanran.

He had put in considerable effort convincing the director to arrange that kissing scene, never expecting Ye Luo to end up reaping the benefits.

”Damn it, I will not let you off,” Pu Jingtian roared in anger. The loudness of his voice caused his wounds to ache, and he grimaced in pain, a look of suffering on his face.

”Contact my master immediately!” Pu Jingtian ordered his agent coldly.

”Master Jin has already called. He said he will be arriving in Capital City the day after tomorrow,” the agent hurriedly replied.

”Master is coming to Capital City!” Pu Jingtian was startled, then a cold smile appeared on his lips, ”Kid, this time you’re definitely dead.”

The next day.

Ye Luo was awakened early in the morning by a barrage of phone rings.

”Hello?” Ye Luo murmured groggily.

”Ye Luo, you better not forget my concert today,” Shi Yanran’s voice came through on the phone.

”Oh, I remember now.”

Ye Luo instantly became alert. If Shi Yanran hadn’t called, he really might have forgotten.

”If you can forget this, it seems you don’t consider me a friend,” Shi Yanran’s tone had a hint of sourness.

”How could that be? It’s just there was so much happening, I got busy and forgot. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be there,” Ye Luo quickly assured.

”Good, that’s what you said. If you don’t show up, I’ll be angry.”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Luo got out of bed to wash up and get ready. Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Shi Yanran’s lips curled into a smiling, sweet expression.

In a luxury suite of a hotel in Capital City, a young man dressed in lavish garments sat on a leather sofa, cradling a glass of Lafite wine worth hundreds of thousands.

With a handsome and fair countenance, his eyes gleamed mischievously. Holding a photograph in one hand, he was flanked by eight men in black shirts. Their expressions were deep-set, with prominent temples and restrained aura, their eyes sharp—they were unmistakably martial arts experts.

”Indeed, quite beautiful!”

The young man, gazing at the photograph in his hand, spoke in a gentle voice. The person in the photo was none other than Shi Yanran.

”Such a beautiful woman can only belong to me,” the young man said indifferently, downing the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

At that moment, an elderly man in his sixties hurried in and exclaimed, ”Young Master, everything has been arranged.”

”Remember, we must take her away today, no matter what. I’ve been waiting for this day for over a decade; we cannot let all our efforts go to waste. With her, my strength will be enough to step into the Saint Realm,” the young man said, his eyes shining brightly, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

At ten o’clock in the morning, the Capital City stadium was abuzz with an ocean of people. The outside of the stadium was surrounded by a massive crowd numbering in the thousands—all of them fans of Shi Yanran, gathered for her concert today.

When Ye Luo arrived at the stadium and saw the sea of people before him, surprise flickered in his eyes—what a multitude!

”Ye Luo, what are you doing here?”

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Ye Luo. Turning abruptly, he saw Han Mengxi standing in front of him, her large eyes brimming with water as she looked at him.

”What are you doing here?” Ye Luo asked Shi Yanran.

”I’m obviously here for the Shi Yanran concert. You must be here for it too,” Han Mengxi said, then she suddenly looked at Ye Luo with a strange expression, ”I’m sorry about yesterday.”

”No problem, I kissed you too, so consider it even,” Ye Luo said with a teasing tone, his gaze flicking to Han Mengxi’s delicate cherry-like lips.

Han Mengxi’s face blushed, her fair complexion instantly flushed red as a shy look flashed through her eyes. She said, ”You’re still mentioning it, you stole my first kiss, you big pervert.”

”You called me your boyfriend, after all. I nearly died for you yesterday. A kiss is just compensation. Do you want another one?” Ye Luo said, his body unconsciously moving closer to Han Mengxi.

”Don’t,” Han Mengxi quickly dodged, shyly lowering her head, her demeanor a stark contrast to the feisty attitude she had when she first met Ye Luo.

”Excuse me, are you Mr. Ye?” A man in a suit quickly approached Ye Luo.

”I am. What’s the matter?”

”Hello, I’ve been sent by Miss Shi. This is your ticket,” the man said, handing a ticket to Ye Luo.

”Thanks,” Ye Luo responded graciously.

Han Mengxi glanced at Ye Luo, ”Your relationship with our big star Shi seems quite extraordinary.”

”Don’t overthink it; we’re just very pure friends,” Xiao Yifeng said, pursing his lips and heading straight for the entrance of the stadium.

Huh?

All of a sudden, Xiao Yifeng’s eyes narrowed; he caught a glimpse of a man dressed in elaborate attire with a handsome and pale face, slowly making his way toward the stadium entrance.

However, Xiao Yifeng felt a powerful energy aura emanating from the man—this person was definitely a master, and he gave Xiao Yifeng a sense of danger.

Watching the man enter the stadium, Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flickered thoughtfully.