Chapter 47

[Patient Name: Bao Youliang; Gender: Male

Age: 55;

Primary Condition: Left knee joint cartilage wear;

Patient Symptoms: Joint swelling and deformity, persistent pain.

Predicted Condition Change: No significant change; at 7:22 PM tomorrow, the right arm joint will be dislocated during evasion of arrest.]

Su Fuling: "...!!!"

Bao Youliang smiled and said, "Doctor, you see, I'm really fine. Thanks for your concern, but you're so young—are you a licensed practitioner?"

Su Fuling also stood up. "I've just studied some medicine. Since you say it's nothing, then forget it."

She said to Wang Sihua, "Wang Sir, have you finished asking for clues? Let's go."

Wang Sihua hadn't gotten much out of him either. Bao Youliang had already explained everything back then. He'd been busy with his son's wedding and hadn't gone upstairs to see his father for several days. It wasn't until a neighbor who was close to the old man noticed he hadn't come out and went to check on him that the problem was discovered.

"Let's head back," Wang Sihua said, standing up. He addressed Bao Youliang, "Mr. Bao, if you think of any clues, please contact us promptly. It wasn't easy to reopen this case, so we need to seize the opportunity."

Bao Youliang sighed. "I know. With limited police resources, I'm already grateful the department could reopen this case. I'll cooperate fully."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, seemingly genuinely grieving for his late father.

Who would have thought that such a man could be the beast who killed his own father?

Even Su Fuling, who had seen many things, found this hard to comprehend.

Bao Youliang politely saw them out. Only after they had gone downstairs did he close the door and slump to the floor, clutching his knee and rubbing it.

Just as Wang Sihua was about to speak, Su Fuling said, "I just gave him a checkup. I suggest you list him as a suspect for observation."

Wang Sihua's eyes sharpened. "But that's the victim's son."

Zhao Facai was also shocked for a moment, but having lived long and seen much, he said, "So what? Some parents can harm their own children, let alone a son harming his father. If you don't trust my master, why did you come to her?"

Su Fuling said, "Anyway, during the checkup, he was very guilty and unsettled in your presence. Also, if I'm not mistaken, his left knee has an old injury. He won't admit it, which might be related to the case. You can investigate from that angle."

Wang Sihua's mind raced through his interactions with Bao Youliang and the case details.

That was right—the people in this building without alibis included the victim's son and his family.

As the victim's family, they had never been suspected.

"Doctor Su, I need to go back to the Police Station right now. I won't see you off."

Su Fuling said, "Go on, go on. And remember, don't go easy on the murderer."

Wang Sihua nodded hastily and ran off.

"Ah, he just ran off like that, without even mentioning the reward money," Zhao Facai grumbled.

Su Fuling said, "Let's go. The case isn't solved yet, so why bring up the reward?"

Zhao Facai followed beside her and asked, "Master, what if the police officer doesn't beat up the murderer later? Will it affect the outcome?" He was worried that the officer might forget his promise, causing backlash against his master.

He had heard many stories where a master's spell was broken and rebounded on them.

Su Fuling said, "Don't worry. He will."

Zhao Facai felt relieved and seized the opportunity to ask, "Master, why did you need the officer to promise to beat the murderer before you could find him? Are you best at reading fortune and misfortune, so you need the murderer to suffer bloodshed to see it?"

Su Fuling thought this man was quite clever—he had glimpsed the method but got the direction wrong.

She said, "What are you thinking? There's no fortune or misfortune involved. I saw that when he met Wang Sir, his blood rushed and his pulse was unsteady—he looked very guilty and flustered, inconsistent with his outward appearance. So I guessed he was connected to the case. As for having Wang Sir beat him up—shouldn't all murderers be beaten?"

In truth, Su Fuling had considered that it might not be necessary for the suspect to actually get hurt. When injury became a predicted outcome, she could also change that prediction—just like when she knew someone would get hurt and could warn them to avoid it. She could have told Wang Sir not to beat the murderer.

But she wouldn't do that. Murderers deserve no mercy!

Hearing Su Fuling's words, Zhao Facai was confused again. He thought he had grasped some of his master's skill, only to be denied once more.

...

Wang Sihua ran back to the Police Station, where his colleagues were having afternoon tea. "Ahua, you're back! Come eat—Ma Sir is treating us," called Team Leader Cheng Xiaodong.

Wang Sihua waved his hand, his voice urgent. "Brother Dong, I want to investigate the family of the deceased, Bao Fusheng."

A nearby team member said, "You're still working on that case? Take a break. I heard you were up late last night."

Cheng Xiaodong said, "There are very few leads in this case. Don't rush."

"Brother Dong, I've found a lead. I have a new suspect."

Wang Sihua said urgently, "I want to investigate Bao Fusheng's son, Bao Youliang."

Now the team members gathered around. "You suspect the victim's son is the murderer?"

Wang Sihua said, "I consulted a friend who is good at... psychological analysis. She observed that he was very guilty in my presence. She also knows some medicine and found that Bao Youliang has an old injury, but he kept denying it. I find it very suspicious. So I want to change the direction of the investigation. After all, any suspicion is possible."

Concealing an old injury and acting guilty in front of the police—that was indeed suspicious. Even if he wasn't the murderer, it was worth investigating.

"Is this friend reliable?" a team member asked.

Wang Sihua said, "I think so. She's been very accurate in judging people before. Regardless, it's a new lead, and I think we should pursue it."

Cheng Xiaodong immediately put down his afternoon tea. "Then let's start investigating Bao Youliang right away!"

Everyone had been lukewarm about this case due to the lack of leads, never holding much hope. But with a new lead, it was different.

Whether for justice or for promotion and pay raises, everyone wanted to solve this case.

They split into groups: some investigated nearby clinics for records of Bao Youliang's old injury treatment, others looked into his financial situation, and still others interviewed his friends and relatives.

From afternoon until evening, they worked tirelessly. Once the investigation direction was set, it was indeed different from the previous fog of confusion. Though exhausted, the more they investigated, the more energized they became.

Only Wang Sihua, as more and more clues piled up, realized that these clues were proving that Doctor Su's conclusion was most likely correct...

"Can Doctor Su really see the past and future? Or is it just her medical skills?"

Wang Sihua didn't want to lean toward the supernatural, but scientifically, he felt it wasn't convincing enough. Only the supernatural could explain how Doctor Su had identified the victim's son as the murderer in such a short time.

When Su Fuling returned home that evening, Tang Jing led Tang Bo downstairs for a follow-up visit.

Living nearby had this advantage—follow-ups were convenient.

Tang Jing said happily, "Doctor Su, my dad said that since this morning, the pain hasn't been as severe as before. All day today, he felt like it really wasn't as uncomfortable."

Tang Bo was less confident. "It kind of feels like after Amin rubs medicinal wine on me. Do you think it's just my imagination?" He was genuinely worried he was fooling himself.

But when Jing came back and asked, he couldn't lie. It really did feel effective.

After taking his pulse, Su Fuling noticed subtle changes. The most important thing was that the blood-activating effect had kicked in. Indeed, after adding blood-activating herbs, the effect on Tang Bo's chronic condition was more pronounced.

"It's starting to activate blood, remove stasis, and unblock the meridians. You can think of it as blocked channels, which is why Tang Bo sometimes feels weakness in his legs and is prone to pain. Now the medicine is taking effect. Continue taking it, and the results will be even better."

Hearing this, Tang Bo asked, "So it's really not just my imagination?"

Su Fuling smiled. "A positive mindset certainly helps. It shows that Tang Bo trusts me."

Tang Bo: "..." He hadn't really trusted her that much. He had indeed underestimated A Ling's medical skills before. But now... "A Ling, I didn't expect someone so young to have such great medical skills. That hospital Jing took me to before, with those top graduates from the Royal College—they weren't as good as you!"

Su Fuling didn't want to disparage others. "Everyone has their specialty. I just happened to have seen this kind of condition and have the experience."

Tang Jing said happily, "Doctor Su, thank you." This time, she was genuinely happy, looking like a carefree young woman in her twenties, no longer burdened by stress.

Tang Jing then invited, "Tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to dinner to celebrate for my dad. We'll go to Heyan Restaurant across the street. Everyone's invited."

Su David and Su Xiaowei, who had been pretending to do homework while eavesdropping, perked up at this. But soon, Su Fuling said, "Let's wait until Tang Bo is fully recovered. He can't eat certain things while on medication. We'll celebrate properly once he's better."

Su David and Su Xiaowei: "..."

That evening, when Su Jieming came home and heard the news, he was also happy. He wanted to discuss the case with Su Fuling, but she had already gone to bed, so he had to let it go. Besides, he had had a tough day too—he had gone to another area to see patients and only just returned, having experienced some scares along the way.

But as he was going to sleep, he discussed it with his wife Zhou Huijuan. "Juan, I think A Ling really has a talent for medicine. Look how young she is and she can already treat such stubborn diseases. If she can go to university later, she'll definitely become a doctor at a big hospital, a famous physician in Harbor City. That's much more promising than my original plan for her to become a nurse."

Zhou Huijuan was silent. She knew Su Jieming too well and understood what he was getting at.

"I'm thinking, David and Xiaowei are still young—it's not time for big expenses yet. We can focus on cultivating A Ling first. She can't delay at her age; it's the right time for university. If she becomes a great doctor later, it'll be even better."

Su Jieming envisioned his niece becoming a renowned physician. His two sons might not become doctors, but A Ling had inherited Grandpa's legacy. He still wanted to pass on the Su family's tradition.

Zhou Huijuan said, "You were talking before about marrying A Ling into a family with a Thousand-Square-Foot Mansion. Studying medicine takes a long time—aren't you afraid of delaying her marriage prospects?"

Su Jieming said, "What's there to worry about? Think about it—if she becomes a great doctor, she'll have no trouble finding a good match."

Zhou Huijuan sighed. "Fine, I won't argue with you. Discuss it with A Ling yourself. You know how much money we have at home."

For Zhou Huijuan, A Ling was indeed just a child she hadn't known long. But she was still a younger relative who would live with them. The child was capable, talented, and well-behaved. So even though Zhou Huijuan hated to spend the money, she couldn't bring herself to ruin her future. Deep down, she often felt grateful for meeting Su Jieming, who had changed her life. So she thought, if helping a little could make her family member's life better, why not? "Just this once. After she starts her own family, we won't give anything else. There are still three children at home," she said quietly.

"I know. Once she's a great doctor, she won't need our help," Su Jieming laughed. "Don't worry, I'm working hard now. I can earn a lot more every day."

Su Fuling had no idea anyone was worrying about her. She spent the whole night watching study videos. With so much study time each day, she felt she was really absorbing a lot of medical knowledge.

But it wasn't enough. She needed more learning opportunities, preferably hands-on practice.

She wondered when that Doctor Gao would invite her to the hospital to exchange case studies. She hoped he wouldn't forget.

After breakfast, Su Fuling first scanned her family members as usual. This had become a habit—she checked everyone's condition every day before going out. Since she had this function, she might as well use it. It could prevent many regrets. If only back then... Su Fuling didn't dare think too much...

She carefully examined her family.

Her aunt and cousin were fine. Her two younger cousins were also fine. But her uncle... wait, why was her uncle a target?

Su Fuling, who was about to leave, immediately sat back down at the small dining table. "Uncle, let me take your pulse."

Su Jieming was calculating how much money he had made yesterday. Hearing this, he instinctively extended his hand. "Using me for practice first thing in the morning? But I'm perfectly fine. What can you find?"

Su Fuling could only feel a healthy pulse. Although her uncle was a bit tired from working hard lately, that wasn't an illness.

She quickly activated the detection function.

[Patient Name: Su Jieming; Gender: Male

Age: 39

Primary Condition: None

Patient Symptoms: None

Predicted Condition Change: At 10:23 PM tonight, a steel pipe will strike the arm, causing a bone fracture.]

Su Fuling: "...!!!"