Chapter 939: This Box of Silver Needles Is for Gifts Only, Not for Sale
Lin Tian ignored Han Ze’s disdain.
Being looked down upon by an ignorant person from Longmen Continent, if he bothered with him, wouldn’t he also become a small-minded person from Longmen Continent?
Hua Dongxu chuckled softly, "Haha, Mr. Lin Tian said that a treasured sword is given to a hero. It seems you truly like this box of silver needles. If I sold it to you, wouldn’t it imply that you’re not a hero?"
"I’m not a hero anyway, it was just a metaphor," Lin Tian replied, his thick-skinned demeanor making Han Ze continually curse inwardly.
"These silver needles aren’t a treasured sword either. This box of silver needles is only given, not sold," Hua Dongxu said.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, showing interest, "How is it given?"
Hua Dongxu took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup and said leisurely, "Mr. Lin Tian, first, you have to prove that you deserve this box of silver needles."
Hua Dongxu’s tone was quite grand, requiring Lin Tian to prove himself worthy of the silver needles.
If it were someone else, they would definitely be unhappy by now; isn’t this belittling?
But Lin Tian didn’t feel that way; he actually found this remark quite reasonable.
After all, it’s the Royal Spirit Needles, who deserves it?
And the method to prove oneself as a ’hero’ certainly involves successfully curing the aristocrat that Hua Dongxu mentioned.
However, Lin Tian was completely unaware of the current condition of the aristocrat, feeling unsure.
In life, some illnesses are a disaster, and irreversible. Even if Lin Tian had the Royal Spirit Needles, encountering something incurable would be futile.
"Understood." Lin Tian nodded, then picked up the teapot with one hand, refilling the three empty cups in front of him with tea, and then asked, "When will you take me to meet the aristocrat?"
"Mr. Lin Tian, do you have time this afternoon?" Hua Dongxu asked with a smile.
Lin Tian thought for a moment and still nodded. He initially promised to accompany Qingcheng to school to attend a couple of classes, to see the students from Xiaocheng and hear about a girl from Xiaocheng whose medical skills were quite high, not only looking down on the Kanyue City Medical University students but also disregarding the teachers.
Looks like it can only be postponed now.
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Jinfukang Hotel, located a hundred meters east of Kanyue City Medical University.
This is a three-star hotel with a beautiful environment, standing at a height, you can overlook a corner of Kanyue City Medical University and the nearby food street.
The teachers and students from Xiaocheng stay at this hotel; more than three hundred people have booked three floors, but on the hotel’s top floor, there’s also a presidential suite booked by Xiaocheng Medical College.
Inside this room stays the aristocrat from Xiaocheng. Except for Hua Dongxu and a few physicians, no one knows about the room’s booking, nor does anyone know who is staying in it.
Originally, they could have stayed directly at the Xiaocheng Embassy, but to avoid leaking information about this distinguished guest’s whereabouts, they stayed here.
Since it’s an aristocrat, it’s someone living among the wealthy circle.
Who among the wealthy circle isn’t chaotic? Presumably, the visitor’s status is undoubtedly high.
The five-star hotel specs are too high; to outsiders, they would appear flashy and impractical, simply too pretentious.
And regular hotel security measures are inadequate and unsatisfactory.
Only this three-star hotel fits the specs, is close to Kanyue City Medical University, and can effectively obscure people’s attention.
Lin Tian accompanied Hua Dongxu, taking the elevator to Jinfukang Hotel’s rooftop. There were only three presidential suites here, quite spacious, and Lin Tian followed for quite a while before arriving at the destination.
Along the way, Lin Tian went through three security checks, his two handguns, the Black Dragon Dagger, and phone were all confiscated by Xiaocheng’s people.
When Hua Dongxu and Han Ze saw Lin Tian had two handguns, they were both stunned. Hua Dongxu smiled wryly, unexpectedly finding the guy beside him a dangerous character.
Han Ze’s face didn’t look too good, thinking about his previous attitude towards Lin Tian, his legs trembled, and he kept a distance from Lin Tian while walking.
Lin Tian acted as if nothing had happened, confident that revealing firearms in front of Hua Dongxu would pose no issue; this guy wouldn’t report him, right?
Next, Hua Dongxu asked Lin Tian to sign a confidentiality agreement, bilingual in H and Han languages. Lin Tian skimmed through the contents and understood it well.
Confidentiality contract means keeping secrets, and if leaked, it would not only require huge compensation but also face the international court.
Just uttering a complaint, Lin Tian picked up the pen and, without hesitation, signed his name in bold strokes at the signature section.
Additionally, there’s another document regarding medical results. If successful, the patient recovers, there’ll be generous treatment fees; if rescue fails, then he bears no responsibility and only receives a small portion of the fees.
Likely afraid of unexpected occurrences, there’s an additional clause. If the patient is harmed due to misdiagnosis or intentional harm, there’ll be international court trials, potentially leading to decades in international prison or direct execution via euthanasia.
It’s a Xiaocheng aristocrat, which easily stirs conflicts between the two nations.
After Lin Tian signed all the necessary documents, they were sealed by Hua Dongxu into an archive pouch, then secured by a security officer into a safe.
Only afterwards could Lin Tian meet the aristocrat.
"Let me introduce you to the aristocrat first," Hua Dongxu said while leading the way, "Have you heard of a commander named Jin Taicheng?"
Upon hearing the words ’commander’, Lin Tian was already aware, indeed a high-ranking figure.
"Sorry, I haven’t really heard of that; I don’t watch the news much," Lin Tian replied.
"Haha, it doesn’t matter." Hua Dongxu chuckled, then continued, "This commander is a sixty-year-old veteran. The Jin Family has been military advisors for four generations. Jin Taicheng, the commander, was also a young achiever and a seasoned veteran, but unfortunately this time fell into someone’s trap, taking six gunshots, and somehow contracted an exceptionally rare toxin, coupled with a relapse of an old condition, making his situation incredibly perilous."
"Afterwards, with my teacher, Doctor Han Ze, and experts from various medical fields, days of rescue efforts pulled him back from the brink."
Lin Tian laughed, "It appears your trip to Celestial Dragon Continent, such a large group, and the challenge to ancient medicine, all this fanfare is merely a guise. It seems your commander isn’t just facing hazardous physical conditions."
Hua Dongxu walking forward, upon hearing Lin Tian’s words, halted briefly, then resumed normally, replying expressionlessly, "That’s not something I’m very clear about; perhaps his life and death may affect countless interests and lives, with some wanting him dead, others wanting him alive. We only need to know that our role is to save his life, that’s all."
Lin Tian grinned, tactfully choosing not to respond; clearly, Hua Dongxu wasn’t willing to discuss further.