Mo Duoduo was stunned.
She had not seen Jun Wangchen for the past few days and had assumed he was quietly cultivating. Never had she imagined that he would come to a racetrack to race someone.
Even more unbelievable was that his opponent was Zhao Zhoufan, the top racing god in Jinling City.
"Sis, why do you keep staring at that guy?" Seeing Mo Duoduo watching Jun Wangchen intently, with flashes of astonishment crossing her face, Mo Xiaoshuai asked in confusion.
"Xiaoshuai, do you remember how a miracle doctor healed you after you got into an accident while street racing?"
Mo Xiaoshuai nodded and sighed. "Of course I remember. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead by now. Speaking of which, I really want to thank him. I wonder what that miracle doctor looks like—the one who's stronger than Elder Bai and has unmatched medical skills."
Seeing his wistful expression, Mo Duoduo suddenly smiled and pointed at Jun Wangchen in the staging area of Track Seven. "Xiaoshuai, the miracle doctor who healed you is him."
Mo Xiaoshuai froze at her words, then the corner of his eye twitched. His face filled with disbelief.
"Sis, you're not messing with me, are you?"
In his imagination, the miracle doctor had to possess an immortal's bearing and the air of a secluded master. How could he look like Jun Wangchen, dressed in ordinary clothes with nothing distinctive about him?
"See for yourself." Mo Duoduo opened her phone and pulled up the pictures taken when Jun Wangchen had saved Mo Xiaoshuai.
One glance left Mo Xiaoshuai dumbfounded.
"Sis, this is the miracle doctor whose face you all absolutely refused to let me see? His clothes and looks are way too lame!"
"Watch your mouth. We kept you from seeing his face because