Upon witnessing his father's apparent loss of composure, Ned Duda was taken aback. After all, his father had long been a fixture in the political arena, and had developed a certain air of authority. Even when faced with officials of higher rank, he had never displayed such a reaction.

However, Ned Duda suppressed this query, keeping it to himself as the occasion did not warrant it.

"By the way, Father, this is Bidegla, the doctor I've called to attend to your illness. Do you have any objections? I've heard that Bidegla's medical skills are quite exceptional," Ned Duda hastened to interject, sensing the somber atmosphere.

"Oh?" Upon hearing his son's words, Morton's eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity before eventually settling into a more composed demeanor.

His condition had stumped numerous hospitals, as it was an old ailment. Medications prescribed by hospitals only provided temporary relief, but did not offer a permanent cure.

Initially, Morton had harbored little hope for the doctor his son had summoned, given the prevalence of fraudulent and incompetent practitioners in society. Yet, as he now gazed upon Bidegla, he felt a glimmer of pride in his son's choice. Bidegla was a disciple of a renowned healer, and his medical expertise could not be lacking.

Thus, without much thought, he politely uttered, "I would greatly appreciate your assistance, dear Bidegla."

As he spoke, he peeled off half of his robe, revealing a robust physique that defied the stereotype of a typical government official. A scar on his arm, a remnant of a bullet wound, was visible. Though it had been treated, it was still evident that it was a mark left by a bullet.

"What seems to be the matter, uncle?" Bidegla inquired.

"Here's the situation: my father was injured in battle in his youth. A stray bullet struck his arm, and while the bullet was eventually removed, he has since been plagued by persistent aches and pains. Many doctors have been consulted, but to no avail. I wonder if you have any solutions, brother?" Before Morton could speak, Ned Duda had already voiced his concerns.

"I understand," Bidegla nodded, reaching out his hand. "Uncle, please allow me to examine your arm."

"Certainly," Morton readily complied, placing his arm in Bidegla's hands.

Instead of taking the traditional pulse, Bidegla was already utilizing his power of insight to observe the inner workings of Morton's arm the moment he touched it.

After a brief moment, he spoke, "The reason behind the discomfort in your arm, uncle, is due to the inadequate treatment following your initial surgery, resulting in blocked blood vessels and insufficient blood supply. It's a minor issue."

Bidegla's revelation left everyone present, except for Jennie Laura, astonished. After all, Bidegla had not even taken Morton's pulse - how had he reached such a conclusion?

Initially doubtful of Bidegla's medical prowess, Ned Duda found himself silenced. The ability to diagnose without any medical instruments was truly unprecedented.

"How long until he's cured?" Seeing Bidegla's unwavering confidence, Morton's emotions began to stir.

His disciple of the healer of souls was indeed exceptional. No wonder even the elders sought his expertise. It was evident that Bidegla's medical skills were truly remarkable.

"Only a minute, as it's a minor problem. However, there may be some discomfort, and you must endure it," Bidegla stated, prompting Morton to nod in agreement. "Rest assured, I can endure any pain," he declared.

"In that case, I shall not hold back." With Morton seemingly prepared, Bidegla raised his right palm and delivered a swift blow to the location of the scar from the bullet.

Everything happened so swiftly that even Nedudah, who had contemplated intervening, was unable to do so in time.

In the realm of fantasy, the sound of bones shattering did not arise. Instead, Bidegla slowly released Mordon Duda's arm and said, "Uncle, your problem has been eradicated. You will no longer have to worry about arm weakness."

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"What?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, almost everyone present nearly fell to the ground. Could it be that the problem was resolved with just one palm strike? Was this too unbelievable?

Of course, they would not know that Bidegla had used his own power to shatter the blockage in the blood vessels with that palm strike, and had precisely controlled the force with his vital energy.

If not for this, Mordon Duda's arm would have surely been broken by his palm.

"There is no longer any issue. If you don't believe me, you can take an X-ray to see whether what I said is true or false." Bidegla spoke calmly.

The truth of the healing was discernible at a glance to his clairvoyant abilities. He certainly wouldn't speak empty words.

"Wait, our community has a hospital responsible for our safety. Let's go and see for ourselves." Not fully believing Bidegla's words, Ned Duda spoke and led his father outside.

Not ten minutes later, the two of them returned, their faces filled with amazement. The looks they gave Bidegla were equally astonished.

Bidegla's words were true. The problem that had plagued Mordon Duda for decades had truly been resolved with just one palm strike, not just easing the pain, but truly healing it.

Bidegla's medical skill was simply extraordinary, leaving them no choice but to be amazed.

"Brother, I have to admire you once again." Ned Duda raised his thumb, truly in awe.

"Heh, it's just a trivial matter." Bidegla smiled indifferently, paying no attention. Originally, Ned Duda and the others wanted to pay Bidegla as a reward, but he refused.

He had come here today purely out of respect for Ned Duda, so he naturally wouldn't accept any reward, otherwise he would truly be seen as an ungrateful person.

Not accepting payment naturally caused Ned Duda's fondness for Bidegla to increase dramatically. In the end, Bidegla and Jennie Laura were invited to stay for dinner.

At the dinner table, seeing that Bidegla didn't seem troubled, Mordon Duda slowly opened up.

"Bidegla, this time you are the hero of our Zhuhai City. Don't say we all regard you as a city person." Mordon Duda spoke, his face full of smile, without any airs.

"I just have some trifling skills, nothing more." Bidegla shook his head, refusing the title.

"Rest assured, in the future, if you encounter any problems in Zhuhai City that you can't solve, feel free to look for me. As long as it's within my ability, I won't refuse." Mordon Duda spoke, raising a glass of wine and drinking.

"Then I thank Uncle for your kindness." After speaking, Bidegla also poured a glass of white wine into his mouth without any hesitation.

He was the leader of Zhuhai City, and there might be some trouble for him in the future, so Bidegla didn't refuse the goodwill.

"Haha, truly straightforward." Seeing Bidegla drink a glass of white wine in one go, Mordon Duda also smiled heartily, and his fondness for Bidegla increased considerably.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very harmonious. Mordon Duda talked about his past struggles, which made Bidegla and Jennie Laura sigh with emotion.

In the end, when Bidegla left, he was supported by Jennie Laura, as he had drunk quite a bit of wine and his mind was already muddled.

"Dad, I noticed that your expression was a bit unnatural when you first saw Bidegla. Do you have something on your mind?" Seeing that Bidegla and the others had already left, Ned Duda did not hesitate to express his doubts.

"Son, cultivate a good relationship with Bidegla. If you can board his ship, then you will surely rise to great heights." Morton Duda patted the shoulder of Ned Duda and spoke a puzzling statement.

Before Ned could ask, he saw his father collapse, unconscious, on the sand.

Today, Ned and Bidegla had both imbibed quite a lot. Ned had never seen his father so happy, more excited than when he was first elected as the party secretary.

But now his father was drunk, and Ned had no chance to ask anything.

Returning to Bamboo City No. 1, Jennie noticed Bidegla lying unconscious in the passenger seat. She was truly at a loss. Bidegla was clearly unable to move at all.

Glancing at the dark villa, Shina Macai had not returned. It seemed that she, a delicate woman, was not up to the task of moving an adult man.

But she couldn't leave Bidegla in the car, so in the end, she had to personally carry him back inside.

It took all her strength, but she finally managed to get Bidegla onto the bed. At this moment, she was drenched in sweat and could barely stand. Bidegla was just too heavy.

But before she could even stand up from Bidegla, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her from behind and hold her tightly.

"Bidegla, let go," Jennie said, feeling a bit panicked as Bidegla held her tightly.

She thought of some men's misbehavior after drinking, but no matter how strong she was, she couldn't break free.

Bidegla's grip was like a vise, and she could hardly move at all.

Pressed against Bidegla, she felt her face burning, her heart dimming. Could it be...?

But after waiting for a while, she didn't see Bidegla make any moves, only heard his breathing.

When she lifted her head, she saw that although Bidegla's hand was still tightly holding her, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

She felt relieved, and tried to free herself from Bidegla's grip, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

The strong smell of alcohol kept wafting into her nose, causing her to furrow her brow. But when she looked at Bidegla's ordinary face, she felt an unexpected sense of tranquility in her heart.

This young man had risked his life to stop the robbers in order to protect her. Without Bidegla, she couldn't imagine what might have happened to her.

She had met many men, handsome, talented, wealthy, but none of them had ever made her feel as secure as Bidegla did.

She realized that she couldn't let go of Bidegla, or rather, she had fallen in love with him.

Even though Bidegla had no money or status, she couldn't let go of him.

"Is this love?" she said, in a voice that echoed through the tranquil room.