105: The gift of healing and saving lives, returning to

Lu Fan calmed himself down and opened the system panel.

[red-top merchant system]

Name: Lu Fan

Rank: Gold Merchant

Wealth: 520 Million

Equipment: nano bulletproof vest, multifunctional pen, multifunctional glasses, External Mechanical Arm, DB5, DB11

Abilities: Disguise, Mastery of Code Breaking, Mastery of Surgery, Mimicry

Points: 119,900

Space: 69.8 Cubic Meters]

Deducing from the remaining points, he seemed to be stuck at the threshold of leveling up.

With just 100 more points, his rank could be promoted.

A true man cannot allow himself to be bottlenecked; he had to find a way to break through.

He opened the mission system, which contained only a solitary side mission.

[Side Mission: The Cultural Shortcoming of the Shanghai. Assist Xia Yunting in enhancing the cultural attributes of the Shanghai. Time limit: Half a year.]

Although completing this mission in a short time would be extremely difficult,

it was much more reliable than trying to trigger some elusive side mission.

In the days before his return, he needed to speed up his collection of books.

Additionally, another most important matter at hand was to have 'Louis Scola' make a grand exit.

The significance of this identity's existence, besides dealing a fatal blow to Abu Fujita in the futures market,

was more importantly to divert attention.

Only by making the japanese lock their hatred and investigation onto an elusive 'foreign cotton merchant'

could he effectively protect Chen Liting, who was leading the assault on the Youxin Foreign Firm.

The next day, Lu Fan used his skill to transform into the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Louis Scola and walked out of the Peace Hotel toward the futures exchange.

Everything else could wait, but the money had to be secured immediately.

Louis Scola stepped with his head held high into the still-boisterous Chinese Securities Exchange.

He ignored the various inquisitive, reverent, and even hateful gazes,

especially the venomous looks from the remaining staff of the Youxin Foreign Firm, and walked straight to the settlement counter.

"Cash out. All profits from the short contracts. Now. All of them."

He spoke in his signature American-accented English, his voice not loud but carrying an unquestionable authority.

*Slap!*

The delivery vouchers and account documents were slapped domineeringly onto the counter.

The settlement clerk's hands trembled as he looked at the documents representing astronomical profits.

Under the tense gaze of the exchange's senior management and the complex looks of various factions,

a massive sum of US dollars was swiftly transferred into the designated American account.

He calmly tucked away the vouchers, as if he had just completed an insignificant transaction, gave a slight nod to the air, and turned to leave.

Upon leaving the exchange, Louis Scola headed straight for the train station and, under the surveillance of countless eyes, boarded a train bound for Changsha.

Amidst the cacophony before the train rumbled into motion, Louis Scola, who had been sitting calmly on the train, vanished into thin air,

leaving behind only a floor full of stunned and furious surveillance personnel.

Lu Fan returned to the villa at Xiafei Manor, and before he could even warm his seat,

a familiar figure appeared at his villa door, looking travel-worn.

"Lu Fan! Quick! Help!" Tang Jifeng didn't bother with pleasantries, grabbing Lu Fan's arm and pulling him outside.

"What's the situation?" Lu Fan was completely baffled.

"Help me save someone, Ye Jingkui, a director of the Industrial Bank and an old friend of mine." Tang Jifeng dragged him directly into the car.

A short while later, Lu Fan appeared in the operating room of the Leistede Research Institute.

The students who had returned from the disaster relief efforts cast eager glances toward him.

Tang Li stepped forward to describe the condition: "The patient has right upper quadrant pain, sudden onset of persistent severe pain radiating to the back.

Accompanied by fever and chills, the body temperature has exceeded 39 degrees, and the patient has developed mild consciousness impairment.

Furthermore, blood pressure is dropping, systolic pressure is less than 90 mmHg, and limbs are cold and clammy..."

During these days, Tang Li's growth had exceeded Lu Fan's expectations; it had to be said that her talent for medicine was exceptionally high.

She grasped things instantly and could apply what she learned to other situations.

While she explained the condition, Lu Fan focused his gaze on the patient.

On the hospital bed, an elegant elderly man of about sixty had his eyes tightly shut, his face ashen and his breath weak.

Lu Fan stepped forward, and his multifunctional glasses quickly scanned the patient. Diagnosis: Acute severe cholangitis caused by gallstones.

According to the prompts, the condition was still worsening; if not treated immediately, the patient would soon fall into septic shock.

Once in shock, given the medical conditions of this era, even a god would find him hard to save.

"Everyone prepare for a Cholecystectomy."

With a single command, the students took their positions and moved quickly into action.

The disaster relief experience of the past few days had allowed this group of students to grow rapidly; it was time to teach them something real.

Such a surgery wasn't originally suitable for teaching, but who was Lu Fan? He was the one who solved difficult and severe cases.

Although it was a teaching surgery, it was completed in less than half an hour.

Under the effect of penicillin, Ye Jingkui's high fever miraculously receded, and his breathing became steady.

The clean and efficient surgery left the students dumbfounded.

"In emergency surgeries, decisiveness is key; saving the life is the primary objective."

This battlefield surgical principle was branded into the minds of every student present.

Early the next morning, Lu Fan woke up to the sound of the system's return countdown.

He would be returning to modern times within 24 hours.

He did a rough tally; this trip through time had lasted a total of 24 days in this world.

This should be the maximum time limit for the Gold rank in this world.

After breakfast, Lu Fan went to see Ye Jingkui, who was still weak but in good spirits.

Lying on the bed, Ye Jingkui tightly held Lu Fan's hand, tears streaming down his face: "Mr. Lu... I can never repay you for saving my life.

In my life, I have no other hobbies but a love for book collecting. I heard... I heard Mr. Lu has been collecting the scattered texts of the Eastern Library?"

Lu Fan's heart stirred, and he nodded: "That is indeed the case, Elder Ye."

A look of relief and determination appeared in Ye Jingkui's eyes: "Good! I have a small residence on Changle Road, containing about thirty thousand volumes of ancient rare books.

Among them are many old collections from the Commercial Press and the Eastern Library, as well as what I have gathered throughout my life.

Now, these books... are gifted to Mr. Lu, as... as a token of my gratitude.

It is also to find a home for these books with someone who truly understands and protects them!"

Tang Jifeng, who was attending nearby, said with emotion: "Brother Fan, Elder Ye's library is famous in Jiangnan.

He is giving you his very lifeblood."

Lu Fan's eyes lit up—thirty thousand ancient volumes! Including a large number of scattered texts from the Eastern Library!

With this generous gift, fulfilling Xia Yunting's request was no longer so out of reach.

The points issue that had him stuck might be easily resolved.

Once he leveled up, doubling his space capacity would be just around the corner.

"Elder Ye's generous gift, Lu Fan accepts with humility!" Lu Fan cupped his hands solemnly. "I will not fail your trust; I will preserve them properly and ensure their lineage continues!"

After bidding farewell to Ye Jingkui and Tang Jifeng, Lu Fan immediately rushed to the Ye Residence on Changle Road.

When he opened the dust-sealed villa doors,

and saw the rooms filled with the scent of books, shelf upon shelf and cabinet upon cabinet of mountain-like ancient rare books,

he knew that the time to return to modern times had arrived.