Shang Lin went straight to the hospital after leaving the school. He needed to make sure Lin Shengqi and his son were still there, and also check on Lin's father's injuries. Putting aside their relationship as classmates and roommates, Lin Shengqi had even done his laundry, so he had to help him out.

When Shang Lin arrived at the hospital, it was only 7:15. Lin's father was still asleep. Lin Shengqi stood by the side like a plant ravaged by frost and snow, wilted beyond any end. His eyes were red as he looked over.

"Shang Lin?! What are you doing here?" Lin Shengqi hurriedly stood up and said subconsciously, "It's class time now."

"Yes, I've taken the day off." After saying that, Shang Lin closed the door to the ward. "I came so early to check on Uncle's wound, otherwise the doctor wouldn't let me see it when he comes to work."

"Check the wound?" Lin Shengqi's mind was still foggy, and he couldn't keep up with Shang Lin's pace at all. "Why? I'm planning to transfer to another hospital today, as the doctor said."

Shang Lin looked at Lin Shengqi seriously and said, "Let me take a look first. If the injury isn't serious, there's no need to transfer to another hospital."

After saying that, Shang Lin began to remove the gauze, but Lin Shengqi was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and asked, "What do you mean by that? The doctor said there's nothing he can do, do you have a solution?"

Shang Lin continued working with his hands, but replied, "Yes, haven't you heard of becoming a doctor through long illness? I'm an old sick person, practically a traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

This bizarre logic made Lin Shengqi, whose mind was already foggy, even more confused. But at this moment, he had already seen his father's wound. It was not large in area, but it was swollen exaggeratedly. The wound was hideous and dark purple in color. To be honest, it was a bit scary.

But Lin Shengqi was horrified. "It wasn't this serious when I changed the dressing yesterday. How could it have gotten so bad in just one night..."

Shang Lin quickly wrapped the gauze back up and looked up at Lin Shengqi with utmost seriousness, saying, "Your home is in the county, right? Take your uncle home first, and come back to the hospital after the toxins in the wound have been cleared. Only then will the injections be effective."

Lin Shengqi finally grasped a key point: "How do we remove it? The toxins... Could my father have been poisoned?"

"Well, if we delay any longer, it will be too late for Uncle to be transferred to another hospital." Moreover, ordinary medical methods cannot cure the zombie poison. But Shang Lin could not say this directly to Lin Shengqi. He was not Meng Zhe. He could only say, "Think about it first. I will go buy the medicine."

Looking at his father's ashen face and the nearly finished IV drip, Lin Shengqi was stunned for a long time. His mind, which had been working almost all night, was buzzing. In the end, only one question remained: should he trust Shang Lin?

The Chinese medicine shop that Ji Xiaoyao found was the only one in the county, but it had a fairly complete selection of medicinal herbs, at least all of which Shang Lin needed. He also bought a special pot for decocting medicine, since he had no choice but to decoct medicine since he couldn't refine pills.

When Shang Lin returned to the hospital carrying a large bag of medicinal herbs and a small bag of medicine jars, Lin Shengqi's eyes were red and swollen, clearly indicating that he had been crying in that short period of time.

Shang Lin rushed forward, "What's wrong?"

Upon seeing Shang Lin, Lin Shengqi couldn't stop his tears again. He said between sobs, "The doctor just came to check on me and said that if I don't transfer to another hospital soon, it will be dangerous. He told me to make a decision quickly."

"Then let's listen to the doctor and turn it."

Lin Shengqi looked at Shang Lin with some surprise, not understanding why this person had agreed to transfer to another hospital, but, "Didn't you just say..."

Shang Lin said to Lin Shengqi with great confidence, "Yes, you trust me."

Although Shang Lin was not as tall or strong as Lin Shengqi, his demeanor was more composed than that of his father's generation, which made the other party, who was at a loss, naturally believe him.

However, transporting a comatose adult man home is no easy task. Of course, having money is another matter, but unfortunately, Lin Shengqi doesn't have much money.

As for Shang Lin... the little money he has is like a drop of water in the ocean, but he has an outside helper, his "cousin," who has both a car and strength.

Lin Shengqi's house was small, only about 30 square meters. It had a yard twice the size of the house and an even smaller storage room. The house was simple but clean and tidy.

It's clear that even though they are a single-parent family, this father and son are living their lives earnestly. However, after all this commotion, Mr. Lin looked even worse when he was put on the bed.

Shang Lin didn't let She Jinxing go back. He had to brew and make medicine and couldn't take care of Lin Shengqi and his son. Someone needed to keep an eye on them during this time, as little Lin was quite frightened.

However, She Jinxing had no intention of leaving. This was outside the campus, and he was worried about leaving the sect leader alone. No, even inside the campus, it wasn't safe. But seeing him methodically handling the medicinal herbs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Could it be that the sect leader is truly a genius who transmigrated from the cultivation world, just as the Divine Lord said? That's too exaggerated, isn't it? But if not, how could a fifteen-year-old boy have so many abilities? And how could he even establish a blood pact with a demon?

However, who Shang Lin is and where he comes from are not important to She Jinxing. What is important is that he can now cultivate with the ancient divine dragon, something he never even dreamed of before.

Seeing Lin Shengqi looking for clothes to change, She Jinxing went to the kitchen and quietly said to Shang Lin, "I've lived in the county for quite a while now, and I've never encountered or heard of any zombies. Where was he bitten?"

Shang Lin also wanted to know the answer to this question, but since the person in question hadn't woken up and Lin Shengqi was in a panic, she hadn't asked yet. "I'll ask Xiao Qiqi later."

In addition to preparing oral medicine, Shang Lin also had to make external medicine. Oral medicine was easy to make; as long as the proportions were correct, it could be put in a medicine pot, and then boiled with the appropriate amount of water. However, external medicine was more troublesome, so he asked She Jinxing for help.

Lin Shengqi had just finished changing his and his father's clothes when he smelled a very strong medicinal odor. He hurriedly went into the kitchen, "Shang Lin! Can you really save my father?"

Shang Lin, who was distributing herbs to She Jinxing, immediately looked up and smiled, "Yes, that's why the doctor has been called."

Shang Lin knew perfectly well that his age and appearance were not convincing at all, and who would believe that a little kid like him could save someone the hospital couldn't? If it were him, he wouldn't believe it either.

But mature adults are different. Even though She Jinxing looks young and doesn't fit the image of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor at all, he is more convincing than I am.

He just hoped that his contradictory words would fool Lin Shengqi when he was preoccupied with worrying about his father and not thinking clearly.

However, before Lin Shengqi could react, She Jinxing, who was holding the medicinal herbs, paused slightly. He had a new identity now; the sect leader really was…

She can just blurt out anything! She's not afraid of making a mistake at all.