Chapter 33: An Astonishing Conversation with Gu Qiutang

Chapter 33: An Astonishing Conversation with Gu Qiutang

After wrapping up the Zhuo Group case, I brought many eminent monks from Tansong Temple to the incapacitated people’s base twice to help ease the bitterness and anguish in their hearts. The temple also funded a small medical facility dedicated to relieving their physical pain and illness.

Pingdu Hospital took the initiative to donate medicine and sent doctors to hold free consultations. I invited Dr. Yan to do the same.

Pingdu Hospital’s enthusiasm stemmed from the time I’d helped them remove the “electronic worm” from Chairman Du’s brain.

Western medicine, as modern science, emphasizes medical science and clinical trials. Most doctors don’t really believe in treating illness through mental will.

But they’d witnessed me save someone firsthand during the “electronic worm” incident, and became my fans. Stories about me circulated through the hospital, drawing many critically ill patients who came because of my reputation. The hospital contacted me and insisted I take part in helping them.

Some patients were officials, others ordinary people.

Since ordinary people couldn’t reach me directly, they relied on the hospital’s connections.

These critically ill patients had different conditions. I wasn’t a doctor—there was no guarantee I could help. Fortunately, I’d gained penetrating-wave modulation from the killer, and from the Zhuo case, the ability to capture and analyze information.

When helping these patients, I combined online information with my penetrating-wave ability and managed more than once to pull them back from the brink.

Medicine is like that. Even the most brilliant doctor can only rely on instruments, examinations, and experience to infer what is going on. I was different—I could almost see the lesions directly.

These actions intensified everyone’s mythologizing of me.

Exaggerated stories began circulating. Some had factual basis. Others were fabrications.

People claimed I could raise the dead, or that auspicious clouds appeared during my consecration rituals.

Many made pilgrimages to Tansong Temple hoping to see me. They rarely succeeded—I didn’t live in the main temple but in the retreat compound, off-limits to ordinary visitors.

I occasionally held consultations at the hospital and the aid station. People would gather to watch. I never refused.

No one needs to fear being looked at. Besides, I knew I was handsome—kidding! More importantly, this foundation of healing and saving lives through medical skill had been built by Xuanhong. I couldn’t let that reputation crumble.

After settling all this, I made an official visit to the Gu Group headquarters.

This was my second meeting with Gu Qiutang.

I wanted to have a formal talk with him about Grandma.

…

Gu Qiutang received me in the same office.

He expressed satisfaction with my growth during this period, confirming he’d been watching me all along. I still had no idea what role he played.

I went straight to the point and asked about Grandma.

Gu Qiutang raised a finger, signaling silence.

I understood immediately—Sweeper detection.

Since gaining remote information transmission ability, I’d been careful about leaks too.

This ability taught me that everyone in the world exists under complete Sweeper surveillance. No wonder Gu Qiutang never properly answered anything during our first meeting.

He gestured for me to follow. We entered his lounge.

Inside the lounge was another inner room. I tapped around and discovered the walls on every side had been finished with conductive magnetic materials—clearly meant to shield electromagnetic waves.

Gu Qiutang led me in and we sat.

He handed me a slip of paper. I recognized it instantly—the list of five names I’d written for the invisible person.

How did he have it?

So the base invisible person was one of Gu Qiutang’s people? Then the person who saved me in the detention center should have been one of his people too.

So Grandma hadn’t simply left…