The Vanishing Medical Record

031

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling into the living room.

The coffee table, split in two by the Fruit Knife, had already been tossed out.

A new coffee table now sat in its place.

Shi Jiu wore a cream-white, slightly fuzzy set of loungewear.

She lounged lazily on the sofa, playing a game.

Her waist-length hair was casually draped loose.

At the tips of her hair, a few droplets of water still clung.

On the other side.

Jiang Fu held a brand-new laptop, browsing the Martial Artist Forum.

This morning.

Jiang Fu had made a trip to the property management office.

Through the community's property manager, he bought quite a few things.

Besides this laptop.

There were also the clothes he and Shi Jiu were wearing.

As well as breakfast, daily necessities, and a fishing rod.

Then.

Jiang Fu called in a cleaning service, taking everything that Ge Yanxia, Guo Fangdong, and their family of three had used.

And dumping it all in the trash station.

As for Guo Xiaofeng's terrifying room, even the renovations were torn down.

Finally.

Jiang Fu went through the property management to directly revoke the entry permissions for Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, and Guo Xiaofeng at Blue Shore Manor Residential Area.

...And secretly opened one for Shi Jiu.

Blue Shore Manor Residential Area was a high-end martial artist community.

Entry required either an access permission or an owner personally escorting you in.

Back then.

The Guo Fangdong family had moved in under the pretense of taking care of the original owner, gaining entry permissions.

Now.

This villa was still registered under Jiang Fu's name.

Jiang Fu had already turned eighteen.

As the community's property owner, he naturally had the authority to revoke the entry permissions of those three.

At that moment.

Jiang Fu browsed through the posts on the Martial Artist Forum.

Finally gaining a true understanding of the martial artists in this world.

Especially the classification of ranks.

Martial artists cultivated blood and qi, spanning three levels.

Blood and qi values between one hundred and one thousand marked a Beginner Martial Artist.

Values between one thousand and ten thousand marked an Intermediate Martial Artist.

Values exceeding ten thousand marked an Advanced Martial Artist!

Beyond blood and qi lay the Transcendent Realm.

Condensing blood and qi into true qi, transcending the mundane to sainthood!

The same applied to Mentalists.

Spirit Power between one hundred and one thousand marked a Beginner Mentalist.

Spirit Power between one thousand and ten thousand marked an Intermediate Mentalist.

Spirit Power exceeding ten thousand marked an Advanced Mentalist.

And condensing Spirit Power into telekinetic force marked the Transcendent Realm.

Seeing this.

Jiang Fu couldn't help but glance at the girl on the other side.

So, she was Transcendent.

Shi Jiu noticed Jiang Fu's gaze.

He couldn't help looking up. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fu muttered with some dissatisfaction, "I thought Psychic Masters weren't worth much... turns out he just looked down on me."

Shi Jiu was taken aback. "Who? Looked down on you?"

Were they blind?

Jiang Fu answered honestly, "Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild."

"I originally thought he didn't invite me to join the guild because Psychic Masters weren't as good as ordinary martial artists."

"Now it seems he just didn't think much of me."

Shi Jiu leaned in.

He gently patted Jiang Fu on the shoulder. "That's his poor judgment."

"But it's fine—I've got your back."

Jiang Fu nodded. "Okay!"

In his mind, he couldn't help recalling the slash Shi Jiu had dealt to that unknown Mutated Beast.

...And the Blade Intent left within the Battle Knife!

If he studied that Blade Intent over and over, could he cultivate Blade Intent himself?

Though Jiang Fu longed to become a Sword Immortal, soaring through the sky with a flying sword, Shi Jiu's blade was also pretty cool.

Maybe... one blade, one sword?

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, Jiang Fu thought of something else.

"I'm heading to the hospital now. Is there anything you need me to bring back?"

Buying Vitality Pills!

He'd just looked up a lot about Vitality Pills on the Martial Artist Forum.

In the end, he confirmed that buying them at the hospital was the cheapest.

Even though he had over six million in his card now, there would be plenty of expenses later.

Save where you can.

Shi Jiu could move now, but he was still weak, without any strength.

He could only stay home.

Shi Jiu thought for a moment. "Mm... I want some sweet and sour spare ribs."

Jiang Fu pulled out a small notebook and carefully wrote it down. "Anything else?"

Shi Jiu: "...And crystal shrimp, and a little cream cake."

"That's all."

"Okay."

Jiang Fu put away his notebook. "I'm off, then."

"Mm."

Soon.

Jiang Fu changed his clothes and left the villa.

Shi Jiu was his backing.

Even if his body couldn't move, that transcendent-level telekinesis was nothing to mess with.

Besides, the security system at Blue Shore Manor Residential Area was excellent.

No one dared cause trouble here.

This time out, Jiang Fu didn't bother Li Dazhi again.

After all, the man had his own life to live.

He'd already taken up his whole afternoon yesterday.

In his past life, he had been bedridden for three years.

Now, Jiang Fu still very much enjoyed walking on his own legs.

Jiang Fu wore a dark blue tracksuit, with white sneakers on his feet.

Following the route in his memory.

He headed toward District Nine People's Hospital.

This trip to the hospital.

Wasn't just for the Vitality Pill.

But also for Guo Fangdong's family of three.

And to figure out... just who Old Wu really was.

The seven men who had chased him yesterday had all died in the Wilderness Area.

Old Wu would definitely be on alert.

Even though Jiang Fu had been very thorough.

Basically no one knew he was the one who killed them.

But those seven had still died because of Jiang Fu.

Old Wu would surely hold a grudge against Jiang Fu and take even harsher measures.

At Jiang Fu's current speed.

Even without going all out, he soon arrived at District Nine People's Hospital.

Along the way, he did draw some sidelong glances from passersby.

But Jiang Fu wasn't wearing that eye-catching school uniform.

So most people didn't think much of it.

After all, there were quite a few Martial Artists in the city.

Inside the hospital.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power swept around the entire hospital.

But he didn't find any trace of Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, or Guo Xiaofeng.

He couldn't help frowning.

"That's right, District Nine People's Hospital is just a civilian hospital, not a hospital exclusive to Martial Artists."

"They should have transferred to a Martial Artist hospital."

Jiang Fu realized.

And felt a bit of regret at the same time.

That family of three couldn't possibly be staying in a civilian hospital like this.

Besides.

Their condition... was indeed somewhat tricky.

Jiang Fu shook his head and returned to his own ward.

"Hm?"

"Where's my medical record?"

Jiang Fu searched around the room but found that the chart that had been hanging at the foot of the bed was gone.

"Did the doctor or nurse take it away when they saw I'd left?"

"Hey, Nurse Sister!"

Just then, Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

He saw the young nurse who had been taking care of him in the ward.

When the young nurse saw Jiang Fu, her brows shot up.

She scolded angrily, "Jiang Fu, where did you go last night!"

"Don't you know your condition is very dangerous? If something happened to you outside..."

Jiang Fu coughed. "I went out to earn some money..."

The young nurse was taken aback. "Earn money?"

Jiang Fu nodded. "Yeah, didn't you say I needed the Vitality Pill to cure my illness?"

"I couldn't just sit around and wait to die here."

The young nurse was stunned for a moment. "Then... did you earn it?"

Jiang Fu frowned. "I did!"

"But my medical record is missing."

Jiang Fu checked on the Martial Artist Forum.

District Nine People's Hospital exclusively supplied Vitality Pills, requiring a corresponding medical record to purchase them at a sixty percent discount.

The young nurse finally let out a sigh of relief.

She gave Jiang Fu a thumbs-up.

"Earning three hundred thousand in one day! No wonder you're the little genius who dared to run into the Wilderness Area right after becoming a martial artist!"

"Your medical record must have been accidentally taken away by the cleaning staff."

"But no worries, that was just a copy of the record. I'll print you another one."