Chapter 009 The Legendary Healer of Cloud Mist Mountain Turns Out to Be Her

The Duan family residence stood in Linhai, Haicheng—a grand estate built in the traditional Chinese style. Pavilions and towers rose among winding streams, a landscape of classical beauty that offered a view of the distant sea. Yet within those elegant walls, everyone wore an expression of grave anxiety.

A steady beeping echoed through the hall.

A doctor in a white coat, his face severe, addressed those waiting outside the room. “I must ask you all to prepare for the worst.”

The family patriarch had been diagnosed with stomach cancer, and the hospital had refused further treatment. Fortunately, the Duan family’s influence was formidable. They had turned their home into a miniature hospital, outfitted with every necessary device, and had seven or eight top doctors on call at all hours.

Duan Xingye crouched in a corner, weeping aloud, while the rest were shrouded in gloom and worry.

In the farthest corner, a man dressed in a smoky gray bespoke suit sat half-hidden in shadow, his dark hair falling over his brow. He seemed almost to dissolve into the darkness itself, so still and withdrawn that his features were hard to discern.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, Duan Feihan stared at the floor, his lips dry and pale. He had been standing guard by the door for more than ten hours, not even sipping water.

His father, it seemed, would not last the night.

“Xingye, didn’t you and your fourth uncle go looking for that miracle doctor? Where is he?” a middle-aged man demanded in a desperate shout.

Duan Xingye shook his head, voice trembling. “It seems it was all a hoax. There’s no miracle doctor!”

They kept vigil outside the door, straining to hear the frantic sounds of doctors doing all they could inside.

Suddenly, brisk footsteps approached.

Duan Feihan’s assistant arrived, leading a nervous middle-aged woman. Bowing slightly, he announced, “Fourth Young Master, this lady says she’s met the miracle doctor of White Mist Mountain. That story isn’t just a rumor.”

At once, every eye turned to the woman. She fidgeted with her hands, clearly unused to such attention. “If you mean Doctor Bai from Cloud Mist Mountain, yes, I have met her.”

Speaking of Doctor Bai, her nerves eased, and she clapped her hands in excitement. “You have no idea how incredible her skills are! Cancer is nothing—if you aren’t already a dried-up corpse, she can save you.”

“She treats according to her mood. People like us, poor folks, she won’t even take money from us—sometimes she even gives us vegetables. But for the rich, it all depends on her whim whether she’ll help or not.”

Duan Feihan’s brow furrowed, his aura growing sharp and intense. In his mind’s eye, a graceful figure in white appeared.

He spoke in a low, deliberate voice. “What does she look like?”

The woman scratched her head. “She’s very pretty—always looks like a young girl, like a little fairy.”

Always looks like a young girl?

Duan Xingye suddenly leapt up, his whole body trembling with excitement. “Fourth Uncle, could it be that girl who hitched a ride with us yesterday? Yes, yes, she even mentioned Grandfather’s stomach illness!”

Duan Feihan’s gaze sharpened as the woman’s face lit up with realization. She hurriedly pulled out her phone. “This is the phone my son bought me. I didn’t know how to use it at first, so I asked Doctor Bai for help. We even took a photo together.”

She opened her gallery, and a photograph popped up.

A beautiful young woman stood beside her, breathtakingly lovely, deep eyes gazing into the camera as if she were looking directly at him.

Duan Feihan froze, unconsciously pressing his lips together.

Duan Xingye clutched the phone, exclaiming, “Holy—It really is the girl who caught a ride with us yesterday!”

Duan Feihan asked calmly, “What about the vegetables she gave us?”

Vegetables?

Duan Xingye was momentarily stunned, then shrieked, “Oh no—did the kitchen feed them to the dogs?”