This man was a junior police officer whom Zhou Yi had bribed. He had also been instructed by his superiors to keep an eye on Zhou Yi's assassination attempt.

The evidence against the murderer that Zhou Yi reported to the police was very strong.

This group of people has a series of crimes, including hiring hitmen, impersonating police officers, and poisoning, and they will not be granted bail!

Even the lightest sentence would be more than ten years, or even life imprisonment or the death penalty. However, less than a day after being caught, the murderer was still under interrogation.

The captain in charge of the interrogation received a call from above, telling him to have the lawyer bail him out!

Immediately afterwards.

An unfamiliar lawyer took the documents from above and left with his men.

Zhou Yi, who was both the victim and the one who reported the crime, did not receive any news that the murderer had been released on bail, nor did he even have his consent!

If this police officer hadn't secretly called him, Zhou Yi probably wouldn't have known that in less than an hour, a mysterious force had come to bail out the murderer!

"The message from above is that a high-ranking official personally issued the document. Young Master Zhou, it's best not to pursue this matter any further."

"Pretend I never made this call."

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Okay, I understand. I know what to do."

Such a major incident, how could he be let go so easily? Just how powerful is the person behind the assassination attempt?

Moreover, the fact that they were able to suppress the matter so quickly, even silencing it and preventing any further investigation, raises the question: what are the people behind this worried about?

Are you worried this matter will escalate?

Zhou Yi was not clear about the thoughts of the person behind the scenes, but he was clear enough about how powerful the person's background was, so powerful that both the legitimate and criminal worlds had to give way.

Although the fake police officer who was arrested didn't say anything, Zhou Yi could tell from the way the matter was handled that the murderer who killed his parents had returned more than 20 years later!

And this time, the target is him!

The next two days were peaceful, and the assassins seemed to have vanished.

Zhou Yi received a call from the hospital director informing him that all the medicinal herbs he had ordered were ready. Zhou Yi rushed to the hospital and carefully checked all the herbs in his grandmother's ward.

He then nodded to the dean: "The age of the medicinal herbs is correct, and the quantity is also correct."

Grandma's body was not suitable for surgery, and the toxins that had become one with her bones and blood could only be slowly guided out through acupuncture.

For Zhou Yi, who had already acquired intermediate medical skills, this was not difficult. The dean had already collected a set of excellent silver needles and lent them to Zhou Yi for use.

No one is allowed to enter the ward except for the hospital director and the attending physician.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Zhou Yi took out silver needles and inserted them into his grandmother's twelve major acupoints. Even though it was his first time using needles, his technique was very skilled and decisive.

The hospital director and the attending physician stood by, barely daring to breathe, watching Zhou Yi administer the needles quickly and accurately.

hiss!

Accurate, incredibly accurate!

This hand speed is completely unlike that of a novice. Without thousands of acupuncture sessions, one could never achieve such precision and speed!

The dean, harboring doubts, waited until Zhou Yi had finished treating the needles before tentatively asking:

"I heard a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine say that there was a unique skill in ancient times called the Thirteen Ghost Needles."

Have you ever heard of it?

After explaining the remaining matters to the attending physician, Zhou Yi finally had time to answer the dean's question.

"A living person only needs twelve needles; the thirteenth needle is not inserted into a living person!"

The dean was shocked. He had only heard about this from that bigwig in traditional Chinese medicine, but he had never known that there was such a secret.

He looked at Zhou Yi in disbelief, trying to see if Zhou Yi was lying.

Zhou Yi is so much younger than him, how could he have heard of the Thirteen Ghost Needles?

And you even know that the thirteenth needle isn't inserted into a living person?

Even he, no, even that centenarian TCM master, didn't know this, yet Zhou Yi knew it?

The dean strongly suspected that the hot-blooded young Zhou Yi was talking nonsense!

But then he recalled Zhou Yi's technique when inserting the needles. Even as the dean, he couldn't guarantee that every needle would hit the acupoint. Every needle had to be inserted carefully.

As Zhou Yi said, words are not as effective as actions.

"Dean, look, they're bleeding me out..."

"What he said was actually true? There really is something wrong with this blood!!" The director's words of warning came out.

The dean glanced at the basin on the ground; it was the blood Zhou Yi had drawn from Grandma Zhou with silver needles.

The blood was indeed bluish-purple, and even someone without medical training would know that it was not normal blood.

The dean withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhou Yi again.

From the moment the dean saw the basin of blood, he was completely convinced that Zhou Yi had indeed been poisoned. The young man standing in front of him was a medical genius who knew even more about traditional Chinese medicine than he did!

"It is true that my medical skills are lacking, but I really didn't expect that you, at such a young age, would have such abilities!"

"Sigh, old people really do have to accept their age. I just wonder if there's any possibility that the chronic poison in your grandmother's body might relapse?"

After a sigh, the hospital director inquired about the patient's condition with concern.

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's reply that the cleanup had been completed, the dean was greatly shocked and looked at Zhou Yi with increasing caution. This young man is truly capable!

The dean spoke again, but this time with a deeper meaning: "Young Master Zhou, to be honest, seeing you administer the acupuncture made me feel ashamed."

“I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I never expected that your traditional Chinese medicine skills are so much better than mine.”

"It seems you must have a divine physician guiding you behind the scenes."

At this point, the dean stopped hiding his intentions and said directly, "There is something I would like to ask you for a favor. I wonder if it would be possible to ask your master to save someone."

“As long as he agrees to help, you can ask for anything.”

Since the dean believed that he had a miracle doctor behind him, Zhou Yi simply acquiesced to this, otherwise it would be difficult to explain his sudden medical skills.

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, my master has an eccentric personality and doesn't like to be disturbed."

"Normally, if he doesn't show up, even I can't find him. He's the only one who takes the initiative to find me. As for saving people, let's leave it to fate in the future."

The dean looked regretful, but still didn't want to give up. He deliberately reminded Zhou Yi, "In this world, human relationships are the most valuable thing."

"Moreover, if you can get that patient to owe you a favor, it will likely be very helpful to the Zhou Group."

"Sometimes the old sayings are true; doing good deeds will bring good fortune."

"Young Master Zhou, you can reconsider. If it were someone else, I might not dare to say anything..." The dean's reminder made Zhou Yi understand instantly.