Chapter Thirty-Two: Able to Save

When Jiang Xiaotian’s consciousness began to return, he felt as though his head was resting on something soft and fluffy. Instantly, he recalled that time he had leaned against Ye Wan’er, but this time, there was a fragrant scent—he was almost certain it was truly her thigh.

“Ye Wan’er…” Jiang Xiaotian murmured involuntarily.

Smack! A slap landed squarely on his cheek, leaving him dazed.

“Wrong guess, try again.” The girl’s voice was chillingly cold.

Jiang Xiaotian cried out for mercy, “Ah! I was wrong, I was wrong!”

“I told you to guess—guess who I am!”

“I’ll guess, I’ll guess! But Sister Ling’er, could you let go of my hand first? You’re about to dig my eyeballs out!”

Ling’er burst into laughter, “It wouldn’t do you any good anyway.”

Ling’er had intended to be gentler with him from now on, but the first thing he did upon waking was to look for Ye Wan’er? Well, let’s see if he survives!

Jiang Xiaotian was still a little bewildered. His head was spinning as he sat up and realized he was lying in bed; Ling’er was simply sitting beside him, and the softness was nothing more than a pillow. Yet Ling’er’s bed did carry that uniquely feminine fragrance.

“Am I… dead?” he asked in a daze.

Ling’er smiled gently, “Not yet, but you’re close. Seems you’re tired of living.”

Jiang Xiaotian shuddered, quickly jumped out of bed, stretched his joints, and felt his body—all of a sudden, he realized he was completely healed.

He reacted abruptly, grabbing Ling’er in an embrace, “Are you alright? You’re not hurt anywhere, are you? Did Chen Yu harm you?”

Ling’er’s hands hovered awkwardly in the air, wanting to push him away, but hearing his words struck something deep within her.

“You really are an idiot. I’m fine, nothing happened. Too bad I didn’t manage to kill him.”

Jiang Xiaotian shook his head, “As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters! You scared me!”

Once fully alert, he recalled the events of the previous night and shuddered.

“Hey! This is so strange! I really thought I was going to die, and now I’m perfectly fine! Sister Ling’er, how long did I sleep?”

“Quite a while, five or six hours, I’d say.”

What?

“That’s impossible!” Jiang Xiaotian exclaimed. He’d had all his bones shattered, was coughing up blood, and now, in just a few hours, he was completely healed?

He couldn’t make sense of it, then suddenly remembered a scene—Ling’er’s dragon saliva could heal any illness.

With some hesitation, Jiang Xiaotian licked his lips and asked tentatively, “Was it you who stole my first kiss?”

Ling’er, drinking water, paused and set her cup down, “Not only do I want your first kiss, but I’m after your miserable life as well.”

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“Alright, I won’t be naughty anymore.” Jiang Xiaotian’s fear of death prevailed.

But it was too late; a mysterious blaze blackened his backside, and only after he pleaded tearfully did Ling’er relent.

“By the way, stop thinking about Ye Wan’er. She might not be in this world anymore,” Ling’er kindly reminded him.

Jiang Xiaotian froze, suddenly recalling she was still being rescued in the hospital!

He hurriedly explained the situation to Ling’er, and together they rushed to the hospital.

On the way, he dialed Brother Long several times, but received no answer; he decided to let it go for now.

Upon arrival at the hospital, they spoke to the doctor, but the situation was grim—worse than yesterday. The machines weren’t much help, and the patient was suffering.

Jiang Xiaotian felt helpless. He thought again of Ling’er’s dragon saliva, then slapped himself—was he really so shameless as to ask Ling’er for help again?

“How did it come to this…” Ling’er, despite everything, was still a girl. Seeing Ye Wan’er’s condition tugged at her heart.

“I’m sorry. I’d like to help her, but there’s nothing I can do. Dragon saliva isn’t limitless.”

Jiang Xiaotian nodded; he wasn’t heartless, and now all he could do was give his best.

As they fell silent, a coughing sound drew Jiang Xiaotian’s attention—it was the old man who had given him a business card that day!

What was he doing here?

Ling’er ignored him; she disliked meddling.

“Well now, Jiang Xiaotian, facing trouble? Tell me about it.”

He knew the man worked for the government, though he didn’t understand why he was seeking him out; still, he explained the situation.

Zhang Guodong immediately assumed a serious demeanor, “Excellent! So you’re a witness! We operate on evidence, and I can help you, but martial artists’ ailments aren’t easy for ordinary doctors—however…”

He looked troubled, and Jiang Xiaotian, sensing hope, grew anxious, “Just say it! Saving her is what matters!”

Zhang Guodong frowned, “We do have a young woman in the unit who could save her, but she’s not easy to approach, and with your current status, she wouldn’t agree to meet you.”

“So what do I do?” Jiang Xiaotian was frustrated; the old man took forever to get to the point!

Zhang Guodong glanced at Ling’er, saw she was indifferent, and whispered conspiratorially, “How about you join our special team first? That way, you’ll have access to her; she’s a military doctor, so once you’re in, she’ll have to help you!”

Jiang Xiaotian hesitated.

Why did it feel like a trap?

Was the organization really this easy to enter?

Noticing his reluctance, Zhang Guodong leaned closer, “Do you really want to carry a bad reputation forever? Honestly, I admire you—a courageous, capable young man with a sense of justice, rare in today’s world.”

At this, Jiang Xiaotian looked toward Ye Wan’er in the ICU—she too was a girl with a strong sense of justice.

“Are you sure this person can really save Ye Wan’er?” Jiang Xiaotian still doubted; after all, even Ling’er was powerless.

Zhang Guodong patted his chest, swearing she absolutely could.

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“Not only can she cure her, that little girl is so skillful, she could turn a man into a woman if she wanted!”

Jiang Xiaotian felt a chill between his legs and clicked his tongue in agreement.

Zhang Guodong was delighted, coughing excitedly for a while before sending Jiang Xiaotian the military doctor’s contact details and address.

Finished, he muttered to himself and left, mentioning registration and paperwork—so much trouble, he had to handle it quickly.

Jiang Xiaotian checked the map; he didn’t want to waste time, knowing Ye Wan’er’s condition would only worsen. The sooner she was treated, the better her chances.

Ling’er, however, had no intention of accompanying him. She’d only come to check the situation.

“You’re not coming with me? What if Chen Yu shows up again…” Jiang Xiaotian was worried; he knew now that Ling’er’s claim of being unable to defeat Chen Yu was a lie.

“If he shows up, I’ll beat him. If I can’t, I’ll run. At this point, he might not be able to hurt you anyway.” Ling’er replied briefly and strode away.

Jiang Xiaotian stood there, stunned, and after a long moment, tried to examine his body.

A few seconds later, he was pleasantly surprised—he was not the same as before!

The difference was indescribable.

“Could this be the First Heaven?”

Ordinary people had no chance of learning dragon clan secret arts, let alone stepping into the Nine Heavens. But Ling’er had defied fate, giving Jiang Xiaotian dragon saliva and completely transforming his body. Now, he had truly entered the First Heaven.

While he was reveling in this, Ling’er sent a text, demanding he bring something delicious home tonight.

No problem, Sister!

But for now, his priority was to find that military doctor immediately.

Zhang Guodong had given him a key, explaining it was for the doctor’s apartment. She rarely went out, and sometimes they even had to deliver meals to her, so they kept a key.

That was convenient; Jiang Xiaotian didn’t think much of it.

The more he considered, though, the more he felt the old man had intentionally led him into this.

When he arrived at the destination, he found that while it was an apartment, the luxury was astonishing—almost every unit was over two hundred square meters.

He marveled as he searched for the room, then used the key to open the door.

And the moment the door swung open, he was stunned.

The living room was in utter chaos—clothes and pillows scattered across the floor, the TV blaring, the table piled high with garbage, several bags of trash stacked by the door.

Glancing around, he saw a girl sprawled on the sofa, wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and bare-legged, sound asleep…