CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 336 HASSAN’S SECRET

Another mystery solved! Xiao Lin shifted his gaze onto the young man on the bed.

"My father was a man, a true man in every sense. He had many women, but his sperm was useless!" As Hassan spoke, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but cough lightly twice. There were still differences between Western and Eastern cultures. Although he appreciated the Western forthrightness, he still preferred the subtlety of Easterners.

In response to Xiao Lin’s reaction, Hassan laughed straightforwardly: "My father was very manly, but he couldn’t impregnate women. To me, that’s actually a good thing—after all, it’s not something to boast about, fighting with my siblings." Saying this, Hassan didn’t find anything wrong with his words. His subtext seemed to be that if he had those siblings, he would eliminate them one by one to consolidate his position: "But fortunately, some women were at least competent enough to produce me among one in a million chances. Jun Zhe is the child of my father and an Eastern woman. Before he died, my father said that his last woman was in a mountain ditch in the East, and if I could find this woman before he died, I would inherit everything from him. Otherwise, all his wealth would be donated to charity."

Hassan took another drag from his cigarette, and he smiled helplessly. But from Xiao Lin’s perspective, he could somewhat understand his feelings: "Father never loved my mother, not even liked her, at most she was an eye-pleasing woman to him. In his heart, he kept longing for Jun Zhe’s mother. Doesn’t this sound like a cliché? Haha, I feel the same. My father was just a stud, but sadly without seeds."

It was not difficult to hear Hassan’s hatred for his father from his mouth. He was a very tolerant man, but in this world, only endurance would allow someone to become strong in the end.

"I was thirteen the year my father died. I went to the East, retracing my father’s path halfway, and found that woman. Surprisingly, she had a child. The woman later married a local farmer with the child and had two more kids. At first glance, I could tell Jun Zhe was father’s child; his eyes were very much alike, but Jun Zhe resembled his mother more. Eastern women have very white skin, and their features are delicately crafted. I took Jun Zhe away because he wasn’t living well. Compared to my childhood, I was much happier, at least I had much more material wealth."

"I sent him to the best schools to learn the best skills, but Jun Zhe particularly liked kung fu, just like you Chinese people, with an obsession for martial arts, so I didn’t stop him from learning."

"Because in the end, he might help you?" Xiao Lin wasn’t interested in such stories; these kinds of scenes could happen almost every day, wherever someone might be abandoned, found, or reunited.

"Maybe from you Dragon Soul people’s perspective, I do have ulterior motives. But for Jun Zhe, I don’t. The path he chose was his choice. Whether he chose me or another Hassan was entirely up to him."

"Saving him is equivalent to allowing a potential menace to exist in this world." Xiao Lin also bluntly answered Hassan’s question; any potentially dangerous person needs to be nipped in the bud.

"Don’t you think you should first take a look at his issue before making a judgment?" Hassan didn’t expect the Military Doctor to refuse, and with such reasoning.

"No need to look; he ended up like this because of my heavy hand. Precisely because of this, I cannot save him." Xiao Lin locked the door, ensuring that there was no one else around to minimize risks. Having a face-off with only one on one was somewhat easier, especially when there was a scapegoat available.

Hahaha, Hassan once again let out an exaggerated laugh: "Eastern people are very interesting! I am quite aware of Jun Zhe’s capabilities. Does the Military Doctor think there are no capable people under my command?"

Listening to Hassan’s words, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but scrutinize this man: "If that’s the case, then it’s easier to handle."

Some things don’t need to be spelled out. Xiao Lin took out a small bag he carried with him, retrieved a somewhat worn-out piece of cloth, and spread it on the table. Various shapes, lengths, and thicknesses of Silver Needles were lined up on the cloth, then he took out another clean white cloth from the bag, tied with a string, slowly opening it to reveal an array of scalpels and handles. Seeing these delicately crafted tools, Hassan couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.

"Central nervous system damaged, soft tissue dislocated, bones fractured. I’m saving his life because he’s a good hand." Xiao Lin coldly reported Jun Zhe’s issues to Hassan: "In other words, do you want a cripple or a vegetable?"

Hassan raised an eyebrow, difficult to choose, as Jun Zhe might as well remain in perpetual slumber.

"The third possibility!" Xiao Lin curled his lips; he seemed pleased to hear such an answer.

"Dragon Soul very much needs such a person."

"Hahaha, the Military Doctor is indeed the Military Doctor, thinking of using Jun Zhe to restrain me?" Hassan’s reaction was quick, as soon as Xiao Lin’s words came out, he immediately understood their true meaning: "Know that, without my orders, no one can leave here."

"I truly believe that, but..." Xiao Lin intentionally paused, then slowly began to roll up the scalpel with extreme slowness: "If we talk about force, you may not be my equal. If we talk about numbers, naturally you have more, but I believe we may not necessarily lose solely to your numbers, and you will certainly lose a brother."

"What benefit do I gain from the transaction?"

"A brother, as for anything else, it depends over here."

Hassan didn’t hesitate; he nodded, making a decision in an instant.

The young man’s skin was very clean, well-cared-for, with no strange odors or bedsores from lying still for too long. Xiao Lin put on medical gloves and stood in the private operating room of Hassan Manor; it had very complete equipment, like a small clinic, except the medication supply was somewhat lacking.

Wearing a mask and disinfection suit, he entered the operating room where several Doctors already stood, each of whom could be his uncle. Xiao Lin nodded toward them and approached Jun Zhe. There was no precedent for connecting the body’s central nervous system or anyone believing nerve tissue could be reconnected after severing; if there was such research, it was theoretically feasible, but in practice, like an Arabian Night, no one believed it.

Of course, Xiao Lin knew what these people thought and wouldn’t offer unnecessary explanations. He used a needle to block all blood vessel circulation in Jun Zhe’s body; the blood and energy flowed backward, creating excessive internal pressure and damaging the nervous tissue. On the other hand, bone fractures might have shifted in transit, with shattered bone pieces likely piercing the soft tissue, resulting in dislocation while moving.

The situation was much more grave than he initially imagined. The surgery was simply about resetting fractured bones and removing unnecessary debris from soft tissue. As for the central nervous system’s disconnection, it did not require such cumbersome operating room devices.

"Begin!" With an order, the anesthesia gradually permeated Jun Zhe’s body. Xiao Lin carefully and slowly examined his entire body for bone fracture points.

Yet, someone questioned him, causing Xiao Lin to look up and silently stuff the words back into his mouth: "Anyone who raises objections will be asked to leave the operating room. This place requires no superfluous words, just acceptance."

Such arrogance drew sighs. To know that those present were celebrities; how could they bear the indignation of a young man barely in his twenties? Initially participating as his assistant already felt irritating, and now hearing such arrogant remarks was even more embarrassing—one person laid down his tools and exited the operating room.

"Anyone else?" Xiao Lin asked calmly, his hands continuing their work. Upon finding the kneecap, he suddenly drew a thicker silver needle from the tattered fabric and inserted it, then pulled out a scalpel to cut the surface. "If nobody else is exiting, let the second doctor on the left replace the previous one; I need a hemostat."

There was no emotion in this command, yet the presence undeniably shook everyone on-site.

The surgery was in progress; Hassan watched Xiao Lin’s every move through the display screen, including his every word from start to finish: "This isn’t even the Military Doctor’s true self."

Qing Yi walked behind Hassan and watched the entire surgery from the display with him: "You should feel fortunate to have him. The Military Doctor says he can save someone, then he definitely can, unless he doesn’t want to. Also, you should thank his passion for nurturing talent; otherwise, that person wouldn’t wake up."

"You seem to know this Military Doctor very well."

"Knowing is an understatement; I’m very familiar."

Hua Qingyi placed a hand on Hassan’s shoulder: "Don’t blame me for not warning you; defying the Military Doctor will lead to worse results than currently. You should understand my meaning; playing tricks will backfire. He is someone who values trust."

The operating room door opened, Xiao Lin walked out. Sweat had soaked his clothes, leaving only the suturing work to those so-called experts. He hadn’t done such surgery in a long time and was a bit tired. Entering the washroom, he rinsed his face with cold water, considering removing the Silver Needle from the back of Jun Zhe’s head, but he didn’t. Given the severity of the bone fracture, it seemed he would need to stay in the Middle East for a while longer.

"Are you alright?" The sliding door opened, and Hua Qingyi walked in from outside, handing Xiao Lin a clean towel.

"Yes, quite alright, just a bit tired since I haven’t done it for a long time!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)