Lin Mo moved before the shattered porcelain of Dr. Gu’s teacup finished bouncing across the floor.
He stepped in, placing his warm, solid palm gently against Little Guo’er’s small back.
A gentle stream of pure, golden Rank Two Peak internal qi flowed into her body, acting like a warm fireplace against the howling blizzard trapped inside her chest.
The frost spreading across the girl’s collar slowed, but the spinning nine-petaled ice phantom above her chest continued to vibrate with a high-pitched spiritual hum.
“Tie Niu! Clear the corridor!” Lin Mo commanded, scooping Little Guo’er into his arms. “Su Wan, call Taichu Sanctuary Hospital! Clear Intensive Care Operating Suite Number One!”
“Understood!” Su Wan said, already dialing the hospital director on her headset.
Tie Niu kicked the heavy oak doors open with a thunderous crack.
Outside in the banquet square, one thousand workers saw Lin Mo carrying the pale, shivering child. Stationmaster Old Ma and Captain Zheng immediately cleared a wide path through the tables, their faces taut with concern.
“Chairman Lin! What happened to Little Guo’er?!” Stationmaster Old Ma shouted, rushing forward.
“A sudden medical emergency,” Lin Mo said, not breaking his stride. “Hold the banquet. We are going to the hospital.”
In three strides, Lin Mo carried Little Guo’er into his armored Maybach.
Tie Niu jumped behind the wheel, slamming his foot onto the accelerator. The heavy armored vehicle surged forward, its high-intensity red and blue emergency sirens wailing as it carved through the city traffic.
On the access roads, fifty Golden-Winged Delivery Riders recognized Chairman Lin’s car and formed an immediate rolling motorcycle escort, blocking cross-traffic at every intersection to grant the vehicle a straight, uninterrupted passage.
Within four minutes, the convoy screeched to a halt outside the emergency entrance of Taichu Sanctuary Hospital.
Lin Mo carried Little Guo’er into the private elevator, ascending straight to the top-floor VIP sanctuary clinic.
The heavy pneumatic glass doors slid open with a soft hiss.
Lin Mo laid Little Guo’er down onto the heated medical bed.
Grandma Chen rushed in behind them, clutching her wooden rosary beads, tears streaming down her wrinkled face.
“Guo’er... my sweet baby...” Grandma Chen cried softly, hovering by the bedside with trembling hands. “She was just laughing a minute ago! Why is she so cold?!”
Dr. Gu Qinghe threw off his coat, rolling up his white linen sleeves. Beside him, two senior pediatric chief physicians stood with defibrillators and oxygen monitors, their hands shaking as they looked at the room’s digital temperature gauge.
[Room Ambient Temperature: -4.2°C and Dropping]
[Patient Core Temperature: 31.5°C - Severe Spiritual Yin Hypothermia]
Frost was already creeping across the stainless-steel bedrails, turning the plastic IV tubes stiff as glass.
“Everyone step back!” Dr. Gu ordered in a booming, authoritative voice. “Modern machines cannot read spiritual meridians! Hand me the sandalwood box!”
Dr. Gu snapped open the antique box, pulling out all nine Ming-Dynasty Nine-Turn Sun-Simiao Gold Needles.
He held three needles between his trembling fingers, channeling his internal qi until the spirit-gold hummed with radiant amber light.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Dr. Gu’s hands moved with blurred precision.
Nine gold needles were inserted into Little Guo’er’s primary acupoints: three along her central conception vessel, two at her shoulders, two at her collarbone, and two at her lower dantian.
HUMMMMM.
A circle of warm golden light bloomed across Little Guo’er’s skin, connecting the nine needles like golden thread.
The spinning nine-petaled frost lotus above her chest shuddered. Its erratic spin slowed, and the freezing mist was gradually contained within a translucent golden sphere of acupuncture qi.
Little Guo’er’s breathing steadied.
She opened her big, round eyes, looking up at Lin Mo through eyelashes that still bore tiny crystalline flecks of melted frost.
“Uncle Mo...” Little Guo’er said in a small, sleepy voice. “I’m not in pain. My hands just feel like they’re holding cold snowflakes.”
She reached out her tiny hand, gently touching Lin Mo’s fingers. Her skin felt cool, like smooth river stone.
Lin Mo smiled warmly, wrapping his large hand around her small fingers to keep them warm.
“You are safe now, Guo’er,” Lin Mo said softly. “Uncle Mo is right here.”
Dr. Gu wiped a thick layer of cold sweat from his forehead with a sterile gauze pad. He slumped into an armchair beside the bed, his chest heaving as if he had just run twenty miles through deep snow.
Grandma Chen held her granddaughter’s feet, weeping quietly with relief.
Lin Mo looked across the bed at Dr. Gu.
“Dean Gu,” Lin Mo said, his voice low and serious. “What happened? Her congenital heart disease was cured weeks ago. Why did her meridians suddenly freeze?”
Dr. Gu adjusted his round spectacles, taking a deep, shuddering breath.
“Chairman Lin,” Dr. Gu began solemnly, pointing to the glowing gold needles. “Her physical heart is completely healthy. What awakened today is far beyond mortal medicine. When the Nine-Turn Gold Needles resonated with her soul at the auction, they awakened her ancestral spiritual constitution: the Innate Pure-Lotus Spirit Root.”
Lin Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A spiritual cultivation root?”
“Yes,” Dr. Gu nodded. “In the ancient records of the Tang Dynasty Imperial Physicians, it was recorded that once every thousand years, a pure-hearted child is born with an unblemished soul. Her spirit root is of the purest Yin-Lotus type. It is a legendary constitution capable of communicating with all heaven-and-earth herbs.”
Dr. Gu paused, his expression turning deeply grim as he looked at the frost-covered window.
“However,” Dr. Gu continued, his voice heavy with sorrow, “a six-year-old child has a mortal body. She has no internal martial arts training to circulate that immense power. Without a spiritual anchor to balance the yin-qi, the pure lotus root will generate endless cold essence. Over the next thirty days, that cold essence will gradually freeze her meridians, putting her into an eternal spiritual sleep.”
Grandma Chen gasped, clutching her chest. “Eternal sleep?! Dr. Gu, is there no medicine in this world that can save my baby?!”
Dr. Gu took Grandma Chen’s trembling hands gently.
“Do not panic, Grandma Chen,” Dr. Gu reassured her. “There is a cure. But it cannot be found in Jiangcheng. The herbs in our municipal warehouses are mortal grade. They cannot anchor an immortal root.”
Lin Mo stepped forward, standing tall beside the bed.
“Where is it?” Lin Mo asked, his voice calm, firm, and unyielding.
Dr. Gu looked up into Lin Mo’s eyes, his expression full of reverence and ancient grief.
“In Tianhai Provincial Capital,” Dr. Gu answered. “Next month, the provincial medical guild is hosting the Jiangnan Provincial Centennial Herb Expo at the Grand Exhibition Center. Appearing as the grand finale auction lot is an ancient spiritual treasure: the Millennium Nine-Heart Lotus Seed.”
Dr. Gu’s voice trembled with a mixture of hope and ancient pain.
“The Millennium Nine-Heart Lotus Seed was harvested five hundred years ago from the deep spiritual pools of Mount Kunlun. It contains pure primordial yang-fire essence. If Little Guo’er swallows a broth brewed from that seed, its heavenly warmth will permanently harmonize her pure yin-lotus root! Not only will her spiritual chill be completely cured, but she will also condense a Divine Lotus Immortal Body!”
Dr. Gu paused, looking out the window toward the north where the river flowed toward Tianhai.
“Furthermore,” Dr. Gu added in a broken whisper, “that same lotus seed is the only medicine on earth that can cure my blind master, Grand Physician Bian. Ten years ago, the Four Tycoon Clans poisoned my master’s eyes to force him to hand over the Imperial Medical Formula. They blinded him and drove him into hiding. If we win that seed, we can save Little Guo’er and restore my master’s sight.”
Tie Niu stood by the doorway, his massive fists clenched tight.
“Chairman Lin,” Tie Niu growled, his deep voice shaking the glass panes. “Give the order. I will take twenty brothers from the Righteous Martial Hall, march into Tianhai, and rip that lotus seed out of their vaults!”
Lin Mo shook his head slightly, a cold, confident gleam in his dark eyes.
“We do not need to steal,” Lin Mo said, his tone as flat and immovable as a mountain. “We will enter Tianhai through the front door. We will attend their expo. And we will buy that seed with cleared sovereign cash.”
The Four Tycoon Clans think they own the provincial capital, Lin Mo thought, his resolution setting like solid iron. They think they can freeze my shipping berths, threaten my people, and poison imperial physicians. They have no idea who is coming to their city.
Lin Mo turned to Su Wan.
“Su Wan,” Lin Mo commanded. “Disburse fifteen million yuan immediately.”
Su Wan stepped forward, opening her console without hesitation.
“What are your orders, Chairman Lin?”
“Fifteen million yuan,” Lin Mo said clearly. “Purchase fifty boxes of century-old wild Changbai red ginseng, pure spirit-warming cinnabar, and thermal jade heating arrays to construct a Constant-Warmth Meridian Stabilization Chamber right here in this room. Guarantee that Guo’er stays completely warm and comfortable for the next thirty days.”
Lin Mo paused, looking at Dr. Gu.
“Allocate the remaining funds to Taichu Hospital’s pediatric emergency nursery, providing free warming arrays for every sick child in Jiangcheng.”
Tap.
Su Wan swiped Lin Mo’s Black-Gold Sovereign Benevolence Card across the console.
BEEP.
A grand, celestial chime rang out deep in Lin Mo’s soul:
[Ding! Detected spending of ¥15,000,000.00 RMB on Spiritual Root Warming Array & Pediatric Life-Support Fund!]
[Target Beneficiaries: Little Guo'er (Goodness: 100/100) & 50 Hospital Pediatric Inpatients (Goodness: 85–98/100)!]
[Purpose: Constant-Warmth Meridian Stabilization Chamber (¥10,000,000) and pediatric warming nursery endowments (¥5,000,000)!]
[Pure Altruistic Intent Verified: Protecting an innocent spiritual child, stabilizing innate divine root, and shielding vulnerable hospital infants!]
[Triggering 100x Pure Benevolence System Refund!]
[Cash Refund Received: +¥1,500,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Funds deposited directly into Host Personal Liquid Vault!]
[Personal Liquid Vault: ¥103,500,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +1,500,000 BMP | Total BMP: 196,449,528 BMP!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 9,935 Verified Righteous Allies (+5 pediatric intensive-care specialists formally integrated)!]
One point five billion more added to the vault, Lin Mo noted, watching his liquid vault surge to one hundred and three point five billion yuan. A hundred and three point five billion in cash. Money is meaningless unless it protects the people who matter.
HUMMM.
Around Little Guo’er’s medical bed, four heavy brass heating pedestals hummed to life.
A rich, fragrant cloud of red-ginseng medicinal vapor and warm amber light blossomed outward, enveloping the little girl’s bed in a gentle, radiant cocoon.
The amber light filled the room with the sweet, soothing scent of ancient pine and dried wild flowers. The medical monitors beeped in steady, rhythmic green pulses, showing her heart rate and blood oxygen returning to perfect balance.
The frost on the windowpanes melted in seconds, turning into clear droplets that slid down the glass.
The crystalline ice on Little Guo’er’s jade locket dissolved completely. The pendant returned to its warm, milky-white luster, resting gently against her chest like a soothing hot stone.
Little Guo’er’s cheeks flushed with healthy, rosy pink.
She stretched her small arms, letting out a soft, contented sigh as she snuggled into her down pillow.
Grandma Chen stroked her granddaughter’s forehead, weeping with profound relief and joy.
“She’s warm...” Grandma Chen whispered, looking up at Lin Mo with endless gratitude. “Chairman Lin, she is warm as a little bird.”
Beside the door, Dr. Gu Qinghe let out a long breath, bowing his head in deep respect. Su Wan quietly stepped outside to coordinate the hospital’s pediatric supply logistics.
Lin Mo leaned down beside the bed.
He gently tucked the soft down blanket under Little Guo’er’s chin.
Little Guo’er opened her eyes, smiling sleepily as she recognized his face.
“Uncle Mo,” Little Guo’er whispered, holding his sleeve. “Are we going on a trip?”
Lin Mo smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Yes, Guo’er,” Lin Mo said, his voice soft, gentle, and full of quiet, unshakeable promise. “Pack your favorite sketchbook and your colored pencils. Uncle Mo is taking you to Tianhai Capital to buy that millennium lotus seed. And nobody in this world can stop us.”