Facing an Ancient God for a Year

After leaving the ward, Mr. Fu Qian quickly navigated through the corridors based on the distance and direction he had noted earlier.

The location of the hollow he perceived was not far from here.

To be precise, it was on the upper level of this building.

However, as he was ascending and approaching his destination, Mr. Fu Qian found his path blocked by someone.

A burly man who appeared to be security was standing at the stairwell, and the moment he saw Mr. Fu Qian, he looked over vigilantly.

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It seemed to be some sort of luxurious ward?

Mr. Fu Qian silently made his judgment—it was the second floor at the top of the hospital, so such arrangements were not unusual.

Whoever resided in such a place was undoubtedly not an ordinary person.

“Sorry, unauthorized persons are not allowed entry.”

Almost the moment Mr. Fu Qian approached, the security guard spoke up, his voice cold.

“Okay.”

Mr. Fu Qian casually responded, but his steps did not halt in the slightest.

Witnessing this, the security guard couldn’t help frowning and subconsciously thought to step forward to intercept.

However, the next moment he was stunned, standing there dazedly as Mr. Fu Qian passed by him.

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A few seconds later, the burly man looked around with some confusion and finally sat down without understanding what had happened.

Just that instant, Mr. Fu Qian had swiftly activated Decree Residue.

Now in a demigod state, the effect of Decree Residue was also enhanced.

On a mere strong ordinary person like the security guard, the effect was immediate.

Entering the luxurious ward area, Mr. Fu Qian didn’t slow down and easily found the location of the hollow he was targeting.

After confirming it was a fairly large ward, he didn’t rush in but instead went to the doctor’s duty room next door.

A young doctor was facing away from the door, leisurely drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.

A tap on the shoulder from behind, and the latter’s body slumped softly onto the desk.

Slipping on a white coat he found nearby, Mr. Fu Qian’s features began to change rapidly.

Just a few seconds later, he had taken on the appearance of the young doctor.

“Gausman.”

After completing the transformation, Mr. Fu Qian glanced at the name on the hospital record before turning to leave the room.

Returning to the front of the ward, Mr. Fu Qian first knocked, then pushed the door and entered.

There was only one person in the large ward at that moment.

An old man in patient’s attire was lying in bed who, hearing the noise, looked over in slight surprise.

“Dr. Dre, why have you come back?”

“For cautionary reasons, there are still some details we need to check.”

It seemed the doctor had just visited.

In the face of Gausman, the patient, Mr. Fu Qian answered smoothly.

Oh.

Gausman nodded on hearing this, smiling with the air of a gentleman.

“Thank you, I know you’re trying to fulfill your responsibilities, but don’t worry, I’m quite certain I’ve recovered very well. I trust the dean’s medical skill.”

“In fact, I’ve just spoken with him, and I can be discharged today.”

“Mhm, your recovery indeed seems good.”

Mr. Fu Qian affirmed the old man’s statement as he observed him.

Considering his age, Gausman’s physical condition really was quite good, and his current state was certainly adequate for discharge.

“I remember you mentioned before.”

Gausman seemed quite appreciative of Mr. Fu Qian’s diligent attitude and initiated the conversation.

“You’ve only arrived in Byeluk a year ago, how are you settling in here?”

“Quite well, this place is quite beautiful and interesting.”

Mr. Fu Qian honestly described his impressions.

“Yes, Byeluk is a rather unique town. Believe me, the longer you live here, the more you will like it.”

Gausman’s smile was tinged with emotion as he picked up a card from the side and handed it over.

“You’re a very responsible doctor. Thank you for looking after me these past days. Whenever you have time, you could come and chat with this old man.”

“Byeluk welcomes young people like you.”

“Thank you.”

Mr. Fu Qian reached out and took it, finding it to be a business card with the title Sir Gausman.

Indeed, he was a person of stature!

Moreover, from the implications of his words, it seems that the surgery was personally performed by the head of the hospital, and the doctor he was playing was merely sent to take care of him.

“Certainly, I will make sure to visit when I have the time,” he said.

Fu Qian tucked the business card away with a smile.

This Sir Gausman obviously had quite a reputation locally.

Unfortunately, after interacting with him, he still seemed like an ordinary person.

No particularly special items were found on him either.

This was quite unexpected, yet the anomaly he had felt before was definitely not a mistake.

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then released a breath of spirituality that belonged to a demigod once again.

Almost instantaneously, Sir Gausman’s body shook involuntarily, and his facial expression stiffened.

There certainly was no problem.

Taking the other’s age into consideration, Fu Qian released the aura almost as soon as he emitted it and quickly came to a conclusion.

The latter took a deep breath, looking around with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

“All the indicators are very good. I won’t disturb your rest any longer,” Fu Qian said.

Of course, Fu Qian wouldn’t let him perceive anything amiss and left with a smile.

Under that recent assault, there was nothing abnormal about Gausman.

Even within the area covered by his aura, that strange emptiness did not reappear.

It was as if it had been just an illusion.

To think such a thing could happen!

Fu Qian looked at the business card in his hand, returned the clothes to the doctor’s duty room, and then left the ward.

…

When he returned to Riet’s ward, Fu Qian found that Veil was actually standing outside.

“Mr. Fu Qian, you’re back.”

The moment she saw Fu Qian, Veil seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and took the initiative to greet him.

She must have felt the breath from earlier, but she tactfully didn’t ask where Fu Qian had gone.

Yes.

Fu Qian nodded, hearing that Veil had deliberately raised her voice, knowing she wanted Riet to hear.

She must have stayed outside without leaving, probably because she was worried that her sister might be frightened by his return.

Fu Qian shook his head.

“Have you finished talking?”

Yes.

Veil put on a forced smile.

“Riet is a bit tired and wants to rest. Do you want to go in and say goodbye?”

The way she said it, it was clear she didn’t want him to go in again.

“No need, let her rest.”

In fact, Fu Qian truly had no interest in going back in again.

…

“I’ve already talked with Riet, and she promised me she won’t report us, so there’s no need to worry,” Veil whispered as they left the hospital ward.

“Good,” Fu Qian responded indifferently, fiddling with the business card he had just received.

“Sir Gausman?”

Veil had undoubtedly noticed the name on the business card, her tone clearly one of surprise.

“What’s the matter? Is he famous?” Fu Qian asked as he looked at her.

“Sir Gausman is a gentleman of high status and much respected,” Veil explained earnestly.

“Is he ill? It’s a pity I’m not in a position to visit him right now.”

“Don’t worry, I have confirmed that he is recovering quite well,” Fu Qian said lightly.

“That’s good.”

Veil nodded, never daring to ask how Fu Qian came by the business card.