No, No, No-Director Lin Was More Brilliant

The message had been sent by Fang Yuan, director of the Third Department, with special emphasis that no one else was to know.

For this right-hand man of Si Qianjun, Lin Shuguang was well aware of him.

Still, receiving his message out of the blue was indeed somewhat unexpected.

Fang Yuan had not appeared at the bureau for three days. Lin Shuguang had no idea what had happened, only assuming that Si Qianjun had sent him to carry out some secret mission.

After all, as the intelligence department, the Third Department had Fang Yuan, a renowned intelligence big shot, at its helm.

When he saw Fang Yuan again, the entire room was permeated by an extremely pungent herbal smell. Fang Yuan's face was deathly pale, and several layers of bandages were wrapped around his chest, with traces of blood faintly seeping through.

The moment Fang Yuan saw Lin Shuguang appear, he gave a self-mocking laugh. "You're here."

Lin Shuguang walked over. Seeing his battered state, he frowned. "What happened?"

Before Fang Yuan could answer, the physician packing up his medicine chest nearby warned him, "The poison in your wounds has been completely cleared, but you've suffered a massive loss of blood and vital energy. Rest well during this period, and take more of the medicinal herbs listed on the prescription I left behind. That should barely help you recover somewhat. If you want to recover fully, you'll still need those priceless heavenly treasures."

"Thank you, Doctor Li." Fang Yuan clasped his fists in gratitude.

The middle-aged physician shook his head. "Saving lives and healing the wounded is what I should do. I won't disturb you any longer."

As he spoke, he clasped his fists and took his leave. He also nodded to Lin Shuguang before leaving.

Only Lin Shuguang and