ld Mrs. Ma and had no contact with her biological parents.The day before yesterday, her birth parents asked someone to bring a message, saying that when they were digging the foundation for a new hous...Mr. Ou sat across from me, his gaze calm, even a little somber.

This made me very wary, I intentionally changed the subject and pretended to be clueless. I even haggled with the server for half an hour about just a cup of coffee.

Teacher Ou didn't speak either, just waited for me to run out of things to say and quiet down.

My senior martial brother has one who studies at a famous university in the United States, he is the fourth and the fourth senior brother.

This top student doesn't want to follow the tradition in my family—learning enough skills to practice medicine on your own. He says it's not challenging and is determined to carry forward traditional Chinese medicine to greater heights. He plans to study abroad, get a doctorate degree, and then come back.

My father's laissez-faire approach to raising him, of course, allowed him to develop freely. My fourth senior brother said he didn't spend any family money and after going abroad for a short time, he quickly became successful in the Chinese community. He treated all sorts of ailments, such as boils, abscesses, pain, and heat clearing dampness, and people from the local Chinese and overseas Chinese communities flocked to him.

Of course, I believe he is treating more than just minor ailments. He must also be involved in our family's "business," otherwise, why would those Chinese-American tycoons worship him and provide him with so many conveniences in life

Teacher Ou said that he had a connection with my fourth senior brother abroad. That means the two of them probably had academic intersections.

"...I'm truly not well-versed in this. Otherwise, I would give you my fourth senior brother's WeChat and let you discuss academic issues with him directly" I tried to deflect the situation.

"No, I told you already, that's all I asked," Mr. Ou pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a habit that seemed to mask his sharp gaze.

“That woman was someone I happened to see on the outskirts of town. At just a glance, I knew something was wrong with her—either she was on drugs or had some kind of mental abnormality, so I took her to a specialized hospital.” Mr. Ou said in a low voice.

I have some doubts in my mind, did he really happen to meet Xi Linzhou

“But she seemed to still be conscious, able to escape from the hospital and show up at school! When I went to the parking lot to get my car, I saw her being chased by a group of security guards. Thinking about her mental health issues, I was too lazy to explain to the security guards. Seeing her jump from the third floor, I drove over, and surprisingly, she was fine and even obediently got into the car... This leaves me utterly baffled.”

"Why would someone with a mental illness have a body that is physically superhuman"

Mr. Ou raised his question.

Without waiting for me to answer, he looked straight at me and said: “A person’s mind and willpower control the entire body function. Someone who loses consciousness can’t even control their bodily functions, let alone extraordinary jumping ability or recovery power… Has she undergone some special training… Or…been modified”

"Hehehe..." I chuckled dryly, "That sounds pretty sci-fi..."

"This isn't funny at all, Yin Luo. The reason I came back to China is because the American lab I was working at was doing some experiments that I found deeply unsettling—they were trying to modify the human body. My goal is to understand the essence of life, and I refuse to participate in things that go against humanity and morality. But to those mad scientists, ethics and morality are meaningless." He crossed his arms on the table and spoke to me seriously.

Wow… I'm surprised that this teacher is actually a "scientist." This kind of scientific enthusiasm is something I've never encountered before.

"After returning home, I initially planned to be a project lead in our university's research lab. However, the principal insisted that I join the teaching staff, so I chose unrelated public courses to minimize the time spent on research."

"So... you coming to substitute for us was just a coincidence" I carefully observed his eyes.

"So what else would I do" he glared at me.

Wow, that gaze and tone are so domineering CEO-like. Could these really be coincidences

Mr. Ou curved his fingers and lightly tapped his lips, then said in a low voice, "Perhaps some things are destined. I checked your family background and found that your family had dealt with many cases of 'hysteria' patients. So I guided you to this hospital, and then seized the opportunity to talk to you."

"I didn't expect that after you went, the woman I sent would disappear again. Is there any connection between them" He stared at me and questioned.

After hearing him say all that, I had a bit of an idea in my mind. So, I cleared my throat and said, "This really has nothing to do with me. I went there yesterday and saw a medical dispute. It's possible they came looking for this woman Why don't you go ask the hospital or come to my house and see if there's anyone like that How could I possibly bring trouble to my own doorstep"

Ou Teacher raised an eyebrow: "Is that so... Then I want to ask, in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, what is a gu"

My eyelids twitched, and I replied in a composed tone: “Ancient people were foolish. They created the gu (a venomous insect) by putting hundreds of insects into an urn and opening it after years. One insect would have consumed all the others, becoming known as the gu. It could be invisible like a ghost or god and cause harm to people. But in the end, it was just a worm-demon… That's what the book says.”

"...the ancient texts of our country have always avoided the core, only recording superficial details." Teacher Ou let out a cold snort: "In my view, it's a kind of hallucinogenic toxin or pathogen that parasitizes living beings."

"Wow, Teacher, your insights are so profound and accurate! It's really a loss for the school that you're not teaching at the Institute of Life Sciences." I complimented him.

Mrs. Ou glared at me: "If you don't want to retake Public Class next semester, stop talking nonsense."

I immediately shut my mouth. Teacher Ou frowned and said, "That woman has disappeared from the hospital again. I'm worried she'll appear around me—I've thought of several possibilities. Maybe she has an extraordinary memory for smells."

"Scent"

"Yeah, I thought about it carefully. The first time I found her, she was barely alive. I carried her into my car. The second time, she actually made it to the school and even got into the parking lot. I suspected she was looking for my car. Later, when I parked next to her, she immediately jumped in – that's not like someone who's mentally unstable."

I recalled what Zhao Jie had said, she said she didn't know if Xi Linzhou was truly mentally ill or just feigning madness.

My coffee had just arrived when Mu Wanchen suddenly appeared from behind the waiter, startling me.

He glanced at Professor歐 across from him, nodding his head slightly in greeting.

Professor Ou was taken aback, then quickly reacted: "Is he your boyfriend"

I nodded. "Yeah, you were talking to me, he couldn't wait to come and get me."

Professor Ou let out a chuckle: “You young people are mostly focused on dating…Alright, let's talk about this for now. We can chat again when you have time.”

He quickly paid and left, Mu Wanchen watched him go downstairs and whispered, "The soul seal is on him. Do you want to follow and see"

"How can we keep up They're driving a luxury car, and with one push of the gas pedal, we can't even come close."

Mu Wanchen raised a finger, and Fenghun jumped from me, crawling onto the back of his hand. Soon, I saw a faint silver thread appearing on Mu Wanchen's finger.

The thread floated back and forth, seemingly endless.

"Follow this trail, and you'll know where he's been... Feng Hun said there was something unusual about his home." Mu Wanchen patted Feng Hun's back in approval.

His house

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