Officer Xiao Wang, who had taken a Creation Yellow Sprout Pill, was like a completely different person from the half-dead wreck he'd been before. He bounced around so much that he gave the City First Hospital's inpatient ward a serious workout.
He couldn't help it. Some of the pill's dissipating energy had nowhere to go, leaving him so keyed up he could barely stand it. He yowled like a little tiger and could probably take on criminals for eight hundred rounds.
Xiao Wang thought he could still be saved.
The doctors and nurses were at their wits' end, so they took Li Bai's suggestion and found things for Xiao Wang to do. They had him get a CT scan, for instance. Anything to keep him busy. He needed a follow-up anyway.
The CT scan sliced him up into images, so to speak. But when they put the results on the screen and took a look, they suddenly realized he really was like a different person. Not only had the suspicious shadows in his lungs disappeared, but even the nearby metastatic lesions seemed never to have existed.
Li Bai had been about to say that someone like Xiao Wang wouldn't last three seconds in the Seventh Inpatient Ward. Then he took another look. Oh! Never mind. A cop fighting criminals and a doctor fighting death—one fought people, the other fought heaven. They weren't even on the same level.
And so Xiao Wang was promptly pinned down. They got him into such a textbook position he might as well have been trussed up like a pig. They drew blood and tested his biochemical markers...
Two CT scans, one X-ray, a round of MRI, three ultrasounds, eight more blood draws, eyelids pulled back, lungs listened to, a biopsy, scopes from both ends—they almost