Lin Mo and Su Wan burst through the automatic glass doors of Jiangcheng First Hospital’s emergency department, bringing a gust of cold October rain into the bright white corridor.
Thirty feet ahead, a crowd of anxious patients and family members had backed against the tiled walls near Intake Window Two.
On the wet terrazzo floor knelt sixty-eight-year-old Grandma Chen. Her soaked gray hair clung to her cheeks as her bruised, chapped hands scrambled frantically after hundreds of tarnished one-yuan coins and damp, crumpled five-yuan bills rolling toward a floor drain.
Beside her stood a stainless-steel ambulance gurney. Six-year-old Little Guo’er lay curled beneath a thin hospital sheet, an oxygen mask fogging weakly over her small face as her lips turned a frightening shade of violet-blue.
Two young pediatric nurses in blue scrubs—Nurse Lin and Nurse Zhou—held an emergency portable oxygen cylinder over the gurney. They were pleading with a portly man in a starched white administrative coat outside the billing booth.
“Supervisor Ma, her blood oxygen just dropped below eighty percent!” twenty-four-year-old Nurse Lin cried out, her voice cracking with urgency. “She’s in acute congenital heart failure! Let us wheel her into the pediatric cardiac ICU first, and we’ll sign as guarantors for the deposit!”
Intake Supervisor Ma Jun was forty-two, with oiled hair and a gold Parker pen clipped to his breast pocket. He sneered and stepped on the strap of Grandma Chen’s worn canvas money bag with his polished leather shoe.
“Guarantors? With your four-thousand-yuan nurse salaries?” Supervisor Ma scoffed loudly. “No three-hundred-thousand-yuan deposit, no pediatric ICU bed! Take the brat home if you only have crumpled one-yuan notes and street-stall copper!”
Grandma Chen pressed her forehead to the cold tiles at Supervisor Ma’s feet, holding up a bundle of damp bills bound with rubber bands.
“Director, please, there’s twenty-one thousand yuan right here!” Grandma Chen sobbed, her voice raspy and broken. “Every coin is clean money from my wonton cart! Save my Guo’er first—I’ll wash dishes, scrub the hospital morgue, or sell my old bones to pay the rest!”
“Twenty-one thousand yuan won’t even pay for the imported German cardiac stent box, old woman!” Supervisor Ma kicked the canvas bag aside, sending another shower of one-yuan coins skittering across the floor. “Our hospital isn’t a charity shelter. Security, clear this gurney out of the VIP intake lane before Deputy Director Sun comes down for rounds!”
A silver coin rolled across the floor and tapped against the toe of Lin Mo’s wet sneaker.
Lin Mo bent down and picked up the one-yuan coin. It was still warm from Grandma Chen’s pocket, smelling faintly of ginger and shrimp broth.
Above the people in the corridor, his [Pure-Heart Eye] blazed like cold fire.
[Target: Ma Jun (Emergency Intake Supervisor) | Goodness Score: 21/100 (Callous bureaucratic snob, takes kickbacks from scalpers to sell ICU beds to rich patients).]
[Target: Lin Xiaomei (Pediatric Nurse Lin) | Goodness Score: 84/100 (Compassionate, risked her job three times to sneak medicine to poor patients).]
[Target: Zhou Ying (Pediatric Nurse Zhou) | Goodness Score: 87/100 (Dedicated night-shift nurse, donated half her savings to an orphan ward).]
[Target: Chen Xiu (Grandma Chen) | Goodness Score: 98/100.]
[Target: Chen Guo'er (Little Guo'er) | Goodness Score: 100/100 — CRITICAL WARNING: Congenital atrial-ventricular defect failing! Immediate surgery required!]
Lin Mo walked forward. He didn’t shout.
When two burly hospital security guards reached out to block his path, Lin Mo brushed his forearms past their wrists. His Rank 1 Early Martial strength sent both two-hundred-pound guards stumbling backward into the plastic waiting chairs as if they had been bumped by a moving forklift.
Before Supervisor Ma could kick Grandma Chen’s canvas bag a second time, Lin Mo caught the supervisor’s ankle in midair with one hand.
“Ow! Let go of my leg!” Supervisor Ma yelped, his face twisting in shock at the iron vice clamped around his shin. “Who the hell are you?! Another street peddler?”
Lin Mo tossed Supervisor Ma’s foot aside, sending the portly man hopping backward into the stainless-steel counter with a loud bang.
With his other hand, Lin Mo gently lifted Grandma Chen off the cold floor. Beside him, Su Wan dropped to her knees and swiftly gathered every scattered coin and bill back into Grandma Chen’s canvas bag.
“Grandma Chen, I told you not to kneel to anyone,” Lin Mo said softly, placing the warm one-yuan coin back into her palm. “Keep your twenty-one thousand yuan for Guo’er’s candy.”
“Little Lin...” Grandma Chen gripped his sleeve with tears streaming down her face. “Guo’er can’t breathe... they won’t open the ICU elevator without three hundred thousand yuan...”
Lin Mo looked down at the gurney. Little Guo’er’s eyelashes fluttered weakly behind the oxygen mask, and her small fingers touched Grandma Chen’s knuckle to tell her not to cry.
A hundred-point child who comforts her grandma while her own heart is failing, Lin Mo thought coldly. And this twenty-one-point parasite blocks the elevator over money. Good thing money is the one weapon I have in unlimited supply.
Lin Mo turned to the intake counter. He pulled the heavy black-gold [Personal 100x Vault Card] from his jacket and slapped it down on the steel desk.
“Open the pediatric cardiac ICU elevator right now,” Lin Mo said to Supervisor Ma. “I want the top cardiac surgical team, the best imported stents, and the quietest top-floor VIP recovery suite.”
Supervisor Ma rubbed his hip, stared at Lin Mo’s faded yellow delivery jacket, and burst into a shrill laugh.
“A delivery rider demanding the top-floor VIP suite?” Supervisor Ma jeered. “The emergency bypass, imported German bio-stents, and thirty days in the VIP ward require a three-hundred-thousand-yuan deposit upfront!”
“Swipe three hundred thousand yuan,” Lin Mo said deadpan.
He turned toward Nurse Lin and Nurse Zhou, who were still pumping the oxygen bag beside Little Guo’er’s gurney.
“You two tried to guarantee her bed out of your own pockets just now,” Lin Mo said to the nurses. “How much do you make a month here?”
Nurse Lin blinked. “Four thousand two hundred yuan, sir.”
“Starting tonight, I’m paying an extra fifty thousand yuan into the private-duty nursing escrow to hire both of you as Little Guo’er and Grandma Chen’s twenty-four-hour recovery nurses,” Lin Mo said briskly. “Every fen goes directly to the two of you. Just make sure Grandma Chen sleeps on a real bed and nobody mistreats them.”
Nurse Lin and Nurse Zhou stared at him, stunned speechless.
Supervisor Ma rolled his eyes and shoved the wireless POS terminal across the counter. “Go ahead, courier boy! Key in three hundred and fifty thousand yuan! When this toy card bounces, I’m having police arrest you!”
Su Wan stepped up beside Lin Mo and took the terminal.
“I am Su Wan, certified luxury asset auditor,” she said coldly, keying in ¥300,000.00 for the surgical VIP deposit and ¥50,000.00 for the two nurses’ care stipends. “If this card clears, Mr. Ma, you will apologize to Grandma Chen.”
“If that card has three hundred and fifty thousand yuan on it, I’ll scrub the bedpans with my toothbrush!” Supervisor Ma barked.
Lin Mo tapped his Black-Gold Card against the reader.
Beep—DING!
The hospital terminal didn’t just flash green. Because the payment exceeded three hundred thousand yuan from a Jiangcheng Sovereign Private Bank account, the hospital’s internal VIP priority alarm chimed three times across the entire administrative network!
[JIANGCHENG FIRST HOSPITAL — SOVEREIGN VIP CLEARING CONFIRMED!]
[PATIENT: CHEN GUO'ER | EMERGENCY CARDIAC SURGERY & VIP SUITE DEPOSIT: ¥300,000.00 PAID IN FULL!]
[DESIGNATED PRIVATE NURSING STIPEND (NURSE LIN XIAOMEI & NURSE ZHOU YING): ¥50,000.00 PAID IN FULL!]
[TOTAL TRANSACTION: ¥350,000.00 RMB — ZERO BALANCE DUE!]
At the exact same second, a golden furnace roared open inside Lin Mo’s mind.
[Ding! Life-Saving Benevolent Transaction Verified!]
[Host spent ¥350,000.00 RMB rescuing Pure-Hearted Child Chen Guo'er (100/100) and Grandma Chen (98/100) while rewarding Honest Nurses Lin Xiaomei (84/100) and Zhou Ying (87/100)!]
[Life-or-Death Relief & Supreme Gratitude Generated: 100% Perfect Qualification!]
[Triggering 100x Pure-Heart Cashback Multiplier!]
[+¥35,000,000.00 RMB (Thirty-Five Million Yuan, Tax-Cleared Sovereign Funds) deposited into Host's Personal Vault!]
[+35,000 Benevolence Merit Points (BMP) awarded!]
[Special Life-Saving Bonus: Pure Golden Benevolence Qi Surge!]
[Current Personal Liquid Vault Balance: ¥79,680,000.50 RMB!]
[Good People Network Updated: 11 Verified Beneficiaries!]
A warm, surging river of golden qi poured from Lin Mo’s dantian through the twelve major meridians of his arms and legs. His muscles grew denser and sleeker beneath his skin, and his hearing sharpened until he could clearly make out the irregular, fluttering rhythm of Little Guo’er’s tiny heart three feet away.
Without thinking, Lin Mo rested two warm fingers lightly against Little Guo’er’s tiny wrist over the blanket, letting a wisp of gentle Golden Benevolence Qi seep into her pulse.
On the portable monitor, Little Guo’er’s dangerously low blood oxygen instantly ticked up from 78% to 89%, and the blue tinge around her lips eased into a calmer pink!
“Her pulse stabilized!” Nurse Zhou exclaimed in amazement, looking at the monitor. “We have a safe window for surgery right now!”
Behind the intake glass, Supervisor Ma stood frozen like a wooden chicken.
He stared at the green sovereign clearance slip in Su Wan’s hand. His mouth opened and closed twice without making a sound.
“Three... three hundred and fifty thousand yuan cash?!” Supervisor Ma whispered in horror, cold sweat drenching his collar. “A Sovereign Bank card... in a delivery jacket?!”
Before Supervisor Ma could scramble out of his booth to beg for mercy, the private administrative elevator at the end of the hall dinged open.
Fifty-five-year-old Hospital Director Chen hurried out in a surgical coat, flanked by the Chief of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery and four senior specialists who had just been summoned by the hospital’s Sovereign VIP alert!
“Who is the Sovereign Card holder for Patient Chen Guo’er?!” Director Chen called out anxiously. He scanned the lobby until he saw the black-gold card in Lin Mo’s hand and the crying old woman beside the gurney.
Supervisor Ma lunged forward, trying to salvage his skin. “Director Chen! I was just verifying the paperwork for this young gentleman—”
“Verify your own dismissal notice, Mr. Ma,” Su Wan cut in crisply. She held up her phone, where she had recorded Supervisor Ma kicking Grandma Chen’s coin bag two minutes ago. “Director Chen, your intake supervisor just refused emergency care to a six-year-old heart failure patient, kicked an elderly woman’s life savings into the drain, and insulted Mr. Lin.”
Director Chen watched the ten-second video clip on Su Wan’s screen. His face turned dark purple.
“Ma Jun! You cold-blooded disgrace to the medical profession!” Director Chen roared in front of the entire emergency room. “You are fired effective immediately! Your administrative license is revoked, your year-end bonus is forfeited to the hospital charity fund, and I’m reporting your ICU bed-scalping to the Municipal Health Bureau tonight! Security, throw him out into the rain!”
“Director! Director, I worked here for ten years—Mr. Lin, have mercy!” Supervisor Ma shrieked as the two security guards he had just ordered around grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out the sliding doors into the downpour.
Director Chen turned back to Lin Mo and Grandma Chen, bowing at a deep forty-five-degree angle.
“Mr. Lin, Old Madam Chen, I apologize for employing such scum,” Director Chen said earnestly. “Operating Room One is prepped, and I will personally oversee Little Guo’er’s minimally invasive stent procedure. With the German bio-stent you funded, she will be out of danger within two hours!”
Grandma Chen held Little Guo’er’s small hand as the surgical team wheeled the gurney into the green-lit elevator. Before the doors closed, Grandma Chen turned back and bowed deeply to Lin Mo, her tears falling onto her clasped hands.
“Save your strength for when Guo’er wakes up, Grandma Chen,” Lin Mo said warmly. “Nurse Zhou will take you up to the top-floor suite to change into dry clothes.”
Ten minutes later, outside the quiet eighth-floor surgical observation corridor, Su Wan was filling out the VIP ward forms while Lin Mo stood by the rain-streaked window, checking his ¥79,680,000.50 vault balance.
Soft footsteps approached down the empty hall.
Nurse Lin (Goodness: 84/100) glanced nervously toward the stairwell camera, then stepped into the blind spot beside Lin Mo and lowered her voice to a tense whisper.
“Mr. Lin,” Nurse Lin said, her fingers tightening around her medical chart. “You saved Little Guo’er tonight, and you gave Nurse Zhou and me fifty thousand yuan when we didn’t have a cent. My conscience won’t let me hide this from you.”
Lin Mo turned his head, his sharp eyes locking onto her. “What’s wrong?”
“The surgery itself is completely safe because Director Chen is using the sealed German stent from the emergency vault,” Nurse Lin whispered rapidly. “But after surgery, pediatric heart patients have to take post-operative anti-rejection and myocardial recovery capsules for a month.”
She pulled a small, unlabeled white blister pack from her scrub pocket and pressed it into Lin Mo’s palm.
“Three days ago, Deputy Director Sun—who controls the hospital pharmacy—quietly canceled our European drug contract,” Nurse Lin whispered, her eyes wide with fear. “He replaced all post-operative cardiac capsules with ‘Kailong Recovery Pills’ made by Zhao Pharmaceutical Group!”
“The CEO of Zhao Pharma, Zhao Dehai, is Young Master Zhao Kai’s uncle! Our former chief surgeon, Dr. Gu Qinghe, tested these pills last month and found they only have twenty percent active medicine and eighty percent cheap starch. Deputy Director Sun blacklisted and fired Dr. Gu the same afternoon to cover it up!”
Lin Mo looked down at the white blister pack in his palm. Above the pill stamped with the Zhao Pharma logo, his [Pure-Heart Eye] detected a faint, sickly gray aura of greed and negligence.
Zhao Kai’s uncle, Lin Mo thought, his gaze turning colder than the October rain beating against the hospital glass. First the nephew splashes me outside the mall. Now the uncle sells fake heart medicine to sick kids to pay for the nephew’s sports cars.
He closed his fingers around the blister pack, crushing the plastic shell silent in his palm.
“Thank you, Nurse Lin,” Lin Mo said softly. “Make sure not a single pill from Zhao Pharmaceutical touches Little Guo’er’s tray. Very soon, this city will have a brand-new hospital, and the Zhao family won’t even be able to afford their own starch.”