CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 286: AFTER THE RETURN**

"Alright, Elder Zhang!" Yu Rong shrugged at Xiao Lin, showing his helplessness.

"Um, young man, are you from here..." Elder Zhang waved to Miao Jiu.

"I’m the one who wrote the report, and our villagers have been waiting for you for a long time." Miao Jiu’s tears welled up with emotion: "We just lost a loved one yesterday, please, professors, you must save us!"

"Hmm, does the village have any power equipment?"

"Uh... about that!"

"There is one in the tent. Elder Zhang can take a look and then make plans!" Xiao Lin continued helplessly, as if some equipment was only available in that tent.

"Hmm!"

Faced with these advanced instruments, Elder Zhang and the others realized how crude their own portables were. Any one they took out seemed like a joke.

"I don’t know if these are sufficient for you." Xiao Lin crossed his arms, asking somewhat sincerely: "In the freezer, there are samples I collected earlier. You professors can refer to them; it might help a bit in cracking the mutated HTC4 virus.

"These are internationally cutting-edge medical research devices, still in trial phase. How did you get them?" Elder Zhang looked incredulously at this ordinary young man, merely a doctor in the emergency room of Yanjing University’s hospital.

"As they say, generals have their way, shrimps have their paths; it’s just a bit of luck on my part. Xiao Lin just hopes you can soon develop good medicine to defend against these viruses, so villagers can be free from this fear. That’s returning justice to these instruments, isn’t it?"

"That’s none of your concern!"

Ah, complete hostility! From the sparks in Elder Zhang’s eyes, Xiao Lin felt inexplicably suffocated. Human jealousy is truly hard to understand.

"General, are we leaving today?" The soldier following Xiao Lin asked.

"Hmm!"

Having someone take over is the best thing, not letting those intricate instruments go to waste. At least these cold things could keep these people.

So-called greed is nothing more than this. Without life value, it’s easier to probe the human heart. Looking back at the simple tent, Xiao Lin felt a bit sentimental, only for such resentment to disappear quickly.

"Master Miao!" By the hill, Xiao Lin easily found Miao Yikun silently puffing on his pipe.

"Leaving?" His resolute gaze drifted toward the hill’s distance; today, no one accompanied him.

"Hmm!" Xiao Lin squatted on the ground, mimicking him. Sometimes he wondered what the taste of this pipe was like, why someone would cling to it so much: "Will you come with me?"

"Haha, I am just an old bag of bones!" Master Miao chuckled twice, the melancholy made people unsure how to respond. After a few seconds of silence, he continued, "Though your Acupoint Technique is delicate, it’s too rash. You’re still lacking finesse!"

"So you’ve seen through my thoughts long ago!" Xiao Lin laughed awkwardly: "Then even if I’m not here, they can be safe and sound."

"Luckily, you meant no harm; otherwise..."

"Otherwise, how could you allow me to stand here chatting with you?"

"Take my three disciples with you!" Master Miao suddenly changed the subject, always skirting the edge, seemingly telling you something, yet laying down many confusions, leaving you puzzled. Seeing Xiao Lin’s strange eyes, the old man faintly explained, "They won’t have much development with me; perhaps they’ll have prospects in your hands."

"Master, are you truly willing to entrust them to me?"

"Each of them has their specialties; it depends on whether your Dragon Soul can discover them!"

Xiao Lin couldn’t help but laugh heartily: "Master Miao is truly a playful old man. I’m sure Lao Long will have a headache; your challenge is quite high."

The helicopter hovered overhead, the roaring engine gradually landing on the basketball court. People rushed out from the tent, staring in disbelief at the armed helicopter, their hearts wildly speculating.

Xiao Lin sighed; if he could, he’d want to spend more time with this elderly man, only...

He stood up, saluted Miao Yikun, then vanished before the hill. He didn’t notice the sparkle in the old man’s eyes; it was a kind of redemption regret and belonging, a kind of insight after forgiveness.

"Who exactly are you?" Unable to hold back, Elder Zhang stepped up to shake Xiao Lin’s hand when he saw the people exiting the cabin saluting Xiao Lin.

"You have no right to shake my hand! And no right to ask who I am! Do your job." The icy voice spread between the two, Xiao Lin’s cold gaze fell on Elder Zhang’s hand, as if in the next moment, this hand would be frozen into fragments by the temperature, causing him to quickly move it away.

"Brother Xiao!" Tong Tong hugged her luggage; she hadn’t been able to save her parents.

"Leave this to these professors. Trust me." The pampering expression contrasted the previous coldness, a frigidity only Elder Zhang could feel.

"But..."

"No buts, staying won’t help. Completing your studies properly is your love for your parents." Watching the three people still saying their farewells in the distance, Xiao Lin boarded the helicopter.

No need for many farewell words, a glance suffices; he’s not a person fond of farewells. He will return here again.

He was still surrounded by the scent of Mugwort, though not very pleasant, it’s not to the extent that everyone would avoid it. Xiao Lin looked puzzled at the people around him hiding from him like a plague, awkwardly unsure how to react. If he had known, he would’ve left his little QQ with Guo Liang. At least he wouldn’t have been disliked all the way and feel like a beggar, more vexingly, that bunch also looked full of disdain, wishing he’d leave sooner. What is all this!

Stepping off the vehicle filled with resentment, Yanjing’s air was still so refreshing.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Xiao Lin felt a bit confused; perhaps he was used to driving, making unfamiliar roads seem more daunting. This place wasn’t far from Yanjing University; walking would likely take over twenty minutes. If not wrong, there should be a flower shop ahead. Giving flowers to the beauty is always right.

"It’s you again!"

Hearing this, Xiao Lin felt slightly annoyed; recently, he’s been overwhelmed by this phrase, truly fearing that police officer named Wu Shuang. So he looked around quickly, encountering her was certainly bad news.

"Young man, what flowers would you like to buy today? Did you upset your girlfriend again?" The flower shop owner was a slightly attractive woman, her chest pushed together, creating quite a scene, making Xiao Lin unable to resist looking a bit longer, his mind slightly fluttering.

"Just this one!" Xiao Lin, with a slight fondness for purple, had his eyes set on a purple bloom in the glass container from the moment he entered the shop. He wasn’t very professional with flowers, identifying them purely based on color scheme. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)