The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 226 - 190

Yanhua’s hostility towards the girl was inexplicable; even before he left the village, he had heard that they didn’t get along. Yanhua seemed to dislike the girl, creating difficulties for her at every turn, while the girl simply chose not to stoop to her level. The girl’s dislike of Yanhua started, according to Chunhua, around the time Yanhua married into the town and returned to the village, spreading rumors about Uncle’s medical skills being subpar.

Taohua seemingly had no conflict with the girl, just childhood banter over petty things like "If you play with me, you can’t play with her." In the villagers’ eyes, the two were actually quite close; fighting showed affection, and scolding showed love. After they entered junior high, they both matured, and their bickering lessened. After Taohua joined the military, they hardly had any contact at all.

Based on the developments in his dreams, Zhou Yuwei wouldn’t know Chun Mei at this point, nor had Mo Junhua reciprocated her affection. Thus, she also wouldn’t know where Mo Junhua’s hometown was. She would meet Chun Mei three years later. She’d been punished with a major demerit by the military recently, and one more offense would mean being stripped of her military status and expelled. These past few days, she remained obediently in the military base and hadn’t bothered him, providing a welcome quiet. Therefore, the letter couldn’t possibly be from her.

Taohua did have some contact with Chun Mei, but she was busy with daily training. The girl’s family had moved to Shanghai, and Taohua was unaware of this, nor had she ever visited Grandma Sun’s house. Therefore, she didn’t know the address. Besides, she had no conflict of interest, deep hatred or grudge against the girl, so the person who wrote to Chun Mei wasn’t her.

After analyzing over and over again, the most likely suspect was Yanhua. She fit both conditions; having grown up in Mo Village, there was nothing about the village that she did not know. She had learned medicine for a while from Mo Yuanle at Lantian’s family and, after her divorce, returned to live in Mo Village, aiming to become the village doctor, persistently bothering Mo Yuanle at the girl’s house.

Now she had come to Shanghai, wishing for Mo Yuanle to find her a job. He heard it from Chunhua a few times; apparently, since she worked in Shanghai and both were disciples of the same master, it was unreasonable for Chunhua to have a job while she could only be a barefoot doctor in the village.

Yanhua also knew about his family’s circumstances. She was in frequent contact with Chun Mei and had visited Grandma Sun’s house in Shanghai. It was probably her who wrote the letter to Chun Mei. To confirm the contents, he needed to visit Grandma Sun’s house and ask Chun Mei personally.

"Oh right, I didn’t seem to see Nurse Zhou today?" Passing by the nurse’s station, Lan Tian paused deliberately for a few seconds to let Zhou Yuwei know she had come by, but so far, she hadn’t appeared.

"I heard she made a mistake and is reflecting on it in the military, why bother talking about someone who’s not involved. How are grandma and the others? They don’t know about this, do they?"

"Grandma and the others are doing very well, everyone at home is being sensible and there’s less worry, with fewer burdens on their minds, naturally, they’re happier, and when people are happy, everything is better." In other words, they were still keeping Mo Junhua’s situation from Grandma Sun and the others.

"That’s for the best, I will go home in a few days, after settling things with the military. We can talk about Chun Mei’s situation later. Does she know I’m hospitalized?"

Lan Tian shakes his head, "I’ve instructed Chunhua not to tell the family, so she probably doesn’t know. Neither do father and mother."

If Chun Mei knew, heaven and earth would be turned upside down. With her big mouth and no filter, if she knew, it would mean father and mother would know. And if they knew, the entire village would know.

Lan Tian couldn’t figure out why Yanhua hadn’t told Chun Mei about it. It didn’t match her character of enjoying stirring up trouble. Was there another motive?

"How did the college entrance exams go? Do you feel confident? Based on your regular grades, university shouldn’t be a problem. Did you apply for universities in Shanghai or elsewhere?" As Lan Tian’s husband, Mo Junhua naturally inquired about the girl’s academic performance.

"You have that much confidence in me?" Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua, calm and composed as if he knew her well, completely unworried about her not passing the exams.

Mo Junhua raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I believe in you."

Lan Tian: "..." Lan Tian really disliked his overconfident demeanor, as if they were very familiar with each other.

With nothing more to say and feeling bored, Lan Tian flipped the pages of her book back and forth, eventually closing it with a "snap" and gazing out the window, lost in thought.

"How’s the old man? Any news from Beijing?"

Mo Junhua saw but pretended not to, swallowing the bite of bun he was eating and casually brought up the topic as if unintentionally.

Mr. Mo had gone to Beijing to treat someone, and it had been two years without returning. The family only knew that the patient’s background was a mystery and that Mr. Mo was in Beijing.

His dreams didn’t include Mr. Mo treating anyone; in this time period, two significant events had occurred within those two years in his dreams.

Two years ago, there was a major traffic accident in Shanghai near the Modu Airport overpass. A small car collided with a large cargo vehicle and was thrown off the overpass, resulting in the immediate death of the people inside, and the cargo driver also died.

The traffic accident didn’t attract the attention of Shanghai’s upper echelons, but half a month later, news was revealed that among the fatalities in that accident was the National Doctor, Old Mo.

An uproar ensued!

Who was Mr. Mo? A National Doctor, of which there were so few in Dragon Country that they could be counted on one hand. Having one in Shanghai was an immense honor.

There were rumors that his medical skills were exceptional, and many referred to him secretly as Godly Doctor. To put it dramatically, although he might not be able to bring the dead back to life, most of those with a breath still in them could be saved by him. And for those he couldn’t save, his treatments could still grant them a few more years of life.

Don’t underestimate those few years; they often played a decisive role, especially for prestigious families.

In this world, who can guarantee that they will never fall ill in their lifetime? Having an immortal doctor by one’s side can bring much peace of mind.

The existence of Old Mr. Mo is tied to the vital interests of many people in Shanghai; to put it bluntly, it’s related to the wealth and lives of the high-ranking officials and the upper echelons of Shanghai, more or less all connected to him.

The higher the position, the more they covet the glory and fame brought by power, so those people fear death even more, wishing for immortality, reluctant to relinquish the power they hold. How many truly remain indifferent to fame and fortune?

For a time, the people of Shanghai were panicked!

Blocking someone’s path in life is akin to an enemy who has killed one’s father, a deep-seated enmity. When one’s own life is at stake, that hatred is even deeper than avenging a father’s death.

Investigate, we must investigate!

A conspiracy or accident?

Under pressure from Shanghai’s public opinion and the higher-ups, half a month later, the Public Security Bureau issued a statement confirming that the person in the car was indeed the National Doctor, Old Mr. Mo.

It was too sudden, and the higher-ups of Shanghai could not accept it.

Old Mr. Mo died, just like that, in that car accident, where no one in the accompanying vehicle survived, including his apprentice, Wu Zongyu.

During that time, because of Old Mr. Mo’s death, Shanghai was unstable for a while, and factions blamed each other for foul play, beginning with verbal attacks that later escalated into physical confrontations and magical fights. Many bystanders suffered as a result, being taken down one after another.

But now, the old man is alive and well, getting stronger by the day, thanks in no small part to Lan Tian’s efforts and her mysterious abilities.

"I don’t know about his business in Beijing. Granny Lin and the others wouldn’t tell me either. Maybe the old man gave instructions to report only the good and not the bad, to say that everything is fine there, with eating, drinking, and playing as usual. The patient’s condition is just that, clinging to life for now, suffering if alive. If it can be cured, we will; but if not, there’s nothing we can do."

Just drag it out!

Old Mr. Mo made a few phone calls, asking if she had any way to treat him. The medicine he prescribed could only relieve symptoms, not cure the disease, just delaying the inevitable. Once the medicine loses its effect, the rebound would be even more fierce, resulting in an outbreak of various diseases that no medicine or immortal could save.

He hinted to Lan Tian, both overtly and between the lines, that this person had made a great contribution to the country and hoped she could think of a way.

Lan Tian didn’t take it seriously. Making great contributions to the country had nothing to do with her. Even if someone saved the entire star system, it wouldn’t concern her a bit. In her previous life, she suffered so much, and no one came to her rescue.

Moreover, she is now a cultivator. Cultivators should not interfere with mundane affairs. If she got involved, history would have to turn a new page, with unpredictable consequences. Heavenly Dao would hold her accountable for this karma, increasing the intensity of her tribulation lightning several times, even dozens of times, until it obliterated her.

She’s a cultivator who deceives Heavenly Dao, living in constant fear, trying to hide rather than actively seeking out her own doom – she’s not out of her mind!

Was it easy for her to be reborn?

"Since the old master put it that way, it can’t be that bad. Maybe he’ll return before long, and you shouldn’t worry." Mo Junhua tried to comfort Lan Tian, but he didn’t think it was that simple.

Putting together the two events that occurred in his dream, initially unrelated, they gradually connected. The more he pondered, the more he felt a significant connection between the two. He had a bold thought.

Why did Old Mr. Mo, who was doing well in Shanghai, suddenly go to the airport?

Where was he flying to?

Old Mr. Mo, as a National Doctor, was famous throughout the country. There are only two reasons a doctor would leave his abode: one is to visit friends, the other is to treat someone.

Most of Old Mr. Mo’s friends are in Shanghai; there would be no need for him to leave, so it had to be the latter reason – someone invited him to provide medical treatment.

With Old Mr. Mo’s status, many would seek him out for treatment at home. That he would personally make the trip indicates that the person’s status was even higher than his.

A glint of insight flashed in his eyes. Perhaps Old Mr. Mo’s car accident wasn’t so simple? Perhaps, there were some who did not wish for him to come to Beijing for treatment. If he were to cure that person, a formidable adversary would become a nightmare for some. So, they decided not to hold back, eliminating him outside, cutting off all possibilities.

If he were the adversary, he would do the same, a profitable deal without losses.

Unintentionally, he seemed to have stumbled upon an incredible secret!