The Martial Doctor

"Where is the master nun now?"

"In the city, at the Xinyu Inn." Jing Hui didn’t hide it; she didn’t expect that the renowned Mr. Lin from Dongshan would be the same Mr. Lin she met at the Heaven-Reaching Temple.

At the Heaven-Reaching Temple, she had a difficult childbirth, and it was Mr. Lin who saved her and her son’s lives. Unexpectedly, the person she sought today.

Is still this Mr. Lin.

This truly is karma. Sometimes, a person’s fate is just this marvelous.

"Is this child Yuan?" Lin Miao looked at the little boy in Jing Hui’s arms, vaguely resembling how he looked when he was just born.

"Yes, this child owes his life to you." Jing Hui said with gratitude, including herself.

"Can I hold him?"

In his past life, Lin Miao liked children, but due to his health, he couldn’t even hope to have a girlfriend, let alone get married and have children.

So, he could only envy others. Now, naturally, there’s no need to envy anyone, although it’s still not yet time for him to have children.

Wait a bit longer; the more mature and complete the seed, the better it can take root and sprout.

"What is this child’s surname?" Lin Miao reached out and held the child, playing with him a bit, discovering that the little guy actually giggled at him.

"Li."

"Li Yuan?"

"No, Li Xiuyuan." Jing Hui looked at Lin Miao holding the laughing child with a gentle, motherly glow in her eyes.

Wow, what a divine name!

"Master Jinghui, your secular surname is Li, isn’t it?"

"Yes, my secular name is Li Hui, and my master simply gave me the dharma name Jing Hui." Jing Hui nodded.

The nun Dingxian was quite lazy in giving dharma names.

"You’ve joined the monastic order. Will this child also follow you to become a monk?" Lin Miao casually asked.

This question stumped Jing Hui. She had thought about it, but the child was still breastfeeding. She thought of waiting a few years until the child grew up.

She, a nun, with her son, seemed somewhat inappropriate. Moreover, with the Heaven-Reaching Temple gone, they were now wandering and had no place to settle down.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t mind." Lin Miao realized his question was too abrupt and quickly apologized.

"Mr. Lin, can you come with me to the inn now?"

"An emergency? Of course, please wait for a moment." Lin Miao nodded, understanding that a late dinner was not a problem, but an emergency was a matter of life and death. As long as no surgery was needed, he could return quickly.

"Thank you."

Lin Miao returned to the backyard, instructed Lianxin to call her senior sister back; today was the night of reunion, and Xia Zhu had given her a holiday to go home.

If an assistant was needed, her senior sister was the most suitable.

Besides, her senior sister and Jing Hui knew each other, so it wouldn’t be awkward when they met.

"Tell Huaye Tower over there that our table can start a bit later." Lin Miao instructed, "My senior sister and I are heading out for an emergency."

"At this time, you still need to go out, sir?"

"A matter of life is a big deal. Eating a bit later is not an issue, and besides, isn’t good food worth the wait!" Lin Miao smiled.

Liansuo pouted.

"If anything happens while I’m away, find Mrs. Yun. Do as she arranges."

"Understood."

Donning the emergency medical kit, Lin Miao had Mr. Xie drive, together with Jing Hui and her son, to the Xinyu Inn.

Only Jing Hui, her son, and Master Dingxian were staying at the Xinyu Inn, having checked in as a family of three generations.

Lin Miao understood that if a group of nuns stayed, it would draw attention. Not knowing whom they’ve offended as enemies, if their whereabouts were exposed, it would be troublesome.

The old nun had been growing her hair for over a year to avoid enemies, not wearing monastic robes, which kept suspicions at bay.

However, when Lin Miao saw Dingxian lying bedridden, he couldn’t imagine that this frail old woman, like a candle in the wind, was the venerable Master Dingxian he once met.

Possibly due to an indelible impression, Dingxian instantly recognized Lin Miao as the young man who delivered her disciple Jing Hui’s baby.

More than a year not seen, Lin Miao was no longer the naïve young man he once was. Particularly his inward and outward change in demeanor felt vastly different to Dingxian.

His aura was restrained, clearly indicative of someone whose martial arts cultivation had reached a high level. Although Dingxian’s martial prowess was not weak, her insight was equally sharp.

Though now grievously wounded, on the brink of death, her decades of reading people weren’t lost.

This Mr. Lin before her was completely different from a year ago.

"Master, I’ve brought Mr. Lin to see you." Jing Hui called out. In front of outsiders, she usually called Dingxian "mother," primarily to avoid exposing their identity, but in front of Lin Miao, there was no need for such pretenses.

Knowing their identity and relationship, continuing to address her as such would be awkward.

Sun Youwei, the young girl who stayed overnight at the Heaven-Reaching Temple with Lin Miao, now appeared radiant and healthy, a stark contrast to her formerly sickly demeanor.

"Mr. Lin, about my injury, I know there may not be much time left. Jing Hui insisted on trying something, and I couldn’t stop her." Dingxian said. She had sustained an internal injury, exacerbated by forceful actions, leading to further complications. Now her condition was dire.

"Master, you haven’t received treatment yet. Why speak such words?"