The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“Bro, I’m heading out for a bit,” Bo Nan called out to Bo Yizhen before preparing to leave.

“Alright, be careful on the road,” Bo Yizhen replied. After walking a few steps, he turned back and nonchalantly tossed a key into Bo Nan’s arms. “A supplement to your graduation gift.”

Bo Nan caught the key effortlessly. One look at the logo told him it wasn’t cheap. He let the key ring spin around his index finger a few times. “Thanks, Bro.”

Sure enough, a flashy new sports car was parked in the garage. As he approached, the lights flashed, indicating it was unlocked. Bo Nan didn’t refuse his brother’s kindness; he hopped in and drove toward his destination—the hospital.

Bo Nan’s business card was something he had crafted with great care. On the surface, it looked like a standard hard-card business card, but he had infused it with his Qi field. The one he gave Old Chen was a “special edition among specials.” Bo Nan had spent days making just this one, even hanging it around his neck while he slept to ensure his energy saturated it.

This tiny card acted like an amulet, capable of shielding its owner from one disaster. It was a one-time use and couldn’t negate damage entirely—it functioned by turning a fatal blow into a serious injury, or a serious injury into a minor one.

Of course, there were some specialized techniques involved—those were Bo Nan’s trade secrets.

Since the card had been triggered, Bo Nan could estimate the approximate location of the incident. That area was a busy district near a highway entrance, covered 360 degrees by surveillance cameras and constantly patrolled by traffic police. There was no risk of someone lying dying in a remote field; he didn’t even have to guess—heading to the nearest hospital was the right move.

“Hello, were there any car accident victims brought in recently?” Bo Nan scanned his health code and entered the emergency hall. Only two nurses were on duty at the counter, while a few yawning family members supported patients moving in and out of the hall.

An incident at the highway entrance was almost certainly a car crash. Old Chen likely intended to flee the city overnight to lay low; he wouldn’t have walked onto the highway. He would have been driving or riding in a car. Since a “steel-wrapped-meat” vehicle was involved and people were hurt, the other party must have been another vehicle.

The nurse looked him over. “Yes, two people. They’ve been pushed into surgery. Give me the patient’s name so I can verify.”

“One is surnamed Chen, the other I don’t know,” Bo Nan explained. “The one named Chen is a driver for our family company. My father handles the specifics, so I’m not entirely sure of his full name… Is the situation serious? Do I need to pay the fees first? Alipay or WeChat?”

The nurse’s initial suspicion vanished instantly upon hearing Bo Nan offer to pay. she pulled Old Chen’s ID card from the counter and handed it to him. “Check the photo. Is this him?”

Bo Nan took a glance and nodded. “Yes, that’s him.”

The nurse breathed a quiet sigh of relief and pointed to a window nearby. “You can pay over there.”

Of the two victims, one had an ID—Chen Shan—while the other didn’t. Both their phones were destroyed. The police were currently investigating the car’s registration to find relatives and hadn’t arrived yet. It was unclear if they had family or if those relatives could afford the bills. However, because the truck driver was fully at fault, insurance would cover it, so the hospital had proceeded with surgery immediately.

“Alright, thank you.” Bo Nan thanked her and local-mindedly fronted 20,000 yuan for the surgery and covered the ambulance fees. He waited patiently outside the ER. Before long, two or three doctors emerged, their slumped shoulders clearly betraying their exhaustion.

Bo Nan was the only one waiting. One doctor instinctively said, “The surgery was a success! Don’t worry!”

“Thank you, doctor!” Bo Nan was about to ask for details when another doctor came out of the adjacent emergency room, calling out, “Is Chen Shan’s family here? The patient is awake.”

Bo Nan blinked, turned toward that room, flashed an apologetic smile to the surgeons who had just finished, and hurried into the emergency ward.

The emergency ward was bathed in a dim yellow light. Each drawn mustard-colored curtain represented a patient. The steady rhythmic beep of heart monitors mixed with other equipment sounds Bo Nan didn’t recognize, making him instinctively soften his footsteps.

The doctor led Bo Nan to the only bed with an open curtain. Old Chen was wrapped in heavy bandages, especially his limbs, and dried blood still stained his face. He looked at Bo Nan weakly, his voice thin as silk. “Li… Liu-zi… where?”

Bo Nan realized who he was talking about. Regardless of whether the man in the other surgery was Liu-zi, he offered immediate comfort. “Liu-zi is fine; the surgery was a success. I’ve already handled the medical bills. Do you have family? Give me a contact number, and I’ll notify them for you.”

Old Chen visibly relaxed. He opened his mouth, but seemed to lack the strength to speak for a moment. “Thank… Young… Master Bo… how did… you come?”

“You could say this is a work-related injury, so of course I had to come.” Bo Nan winked at him where the doctor couldn’t see. Though Chen Shan was heavily injured, his mind was clear. He whispered, “Thank you… Liu-zi’s wife… phone is 132…”

He recited a string of digits which Bo Nan recorded on his phone. Unexpectedly, Chen Shan followed up with another number. “This is… Liu-zi’s… godfather… Master Yu.”

Bo Nan understood instantly. “Got it. I’ll notify both. Just lie back and rest well.”

After thanking the doctor, Bo Nan hired two caregivers to handle the hospitalization logistics, then notified Liu-zi’s wife before calling the godfather.

Master Yu? I never dealt with him in my past life.

The call was answered quickly. “Is this Master Yu?” Bo Nan asked.

“Who is this…?” The voice was clearly aged, but sounded energetic.

“I’m a friend of Old Chen. The two of them were hit by a truck at the highway entrance. Old Chen just woke up and can’t speak much, and Liu-zi just finished surgery; the doctor said it was a success.” Bo Nan flipped through their temporary medical records, focusing on Liu-zi’s condition. “Liu-zi has broken ribs that punctured his lung, a comminuted fracture in his right leg, a broken left hand, and a severed thumb that has been reattached. Old Chen is slightly better than Liu-zi, but not by much.”

There was a silence on the other end. “…I see. And who are you? I don’t recall Chen Shan having a friend like you.”

“My surname is Bo.”

“Bo Weiping’s kid?” Master Yu’s tone turned slightly flat. “Very well. Thank you for this. You can go home now; I’ll handle things for Liu-zi and Chen Shan.”

“Alright. I’ve already hired caregivers to look after them, so don’t worry.” Bo Nan was about to hang up when the voice added, “Bo kid, go back and tell your father to be careful lately. The Qian family is making moves.”

Bo Nan’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t expected an extra piece of intelligence here.

Seeing the look in Qian Cheng’s eyes earlier that day, he had already harbored some suspicions.

He had planned to look into the Qian family after hanging up anyway. To be pragmatic, while his intervention for Old Chen today was partly due to his distaste for Qian Cheng, giving Old Chen the amulet-card wasn’t an act of pure altruism.

He didn’t want to kill the innocent right now; his father and brother were alive, and he wanted to accumulate some “hidden merit” for them… but since Qian Cheng had made his move, he was no longer innocent.

“Alright, thank you,” Bo Nan smiled. “If you’re willing to spare some time later, I’ll come thank you in person.”

At least you know your manners.” The line went dead.

Bo Nan gripped his backpack, feeling the weight inside. What should I use this time… that ‘Heart-Piercing’ inkstone isn’t bad.

The so-called “Heart-Piercing Inkstone” was the Tao inkstone Bo Nan had bought for 2,000 yuan. His prediction was correct; while it wasn’t a magical artifact yet, it was on the verge. With a little provocation from him, it would become a lethal weapon.

The crack ran straight through the center. This inkstone wasn’t carved with the usual plum, orchid, or bamboo; it featured “Auspicious Peaches for Longevity”—a motif usually gifted to the elderly or children. Now, with a crack like an arrow through its heart, it meant for those elderly or children… their lives would be cut short.

The youngest member of the Qian family was Qian Cheng.

With just a small trick, this inkstone would fulfill its purpose.

Bo Nan knew where the Qians lived. After all, they moved in the same circles. Li Zhou lived right next door to them. “Hey, Li Zhou?”

“I’m here, Old Bo. What’s up?” Li Zhou answered quickly. The background looked like his home.

“Want to grab a drink? I’ll come pick you up,” Bo Nan invited, maintaining his “playboy” persona.

Li Zhou agreed without a second thought. “Sure! Give me an address, I’ll head there myself. I wouldn’t dare trouble you to come pick me up!”

“Cut the crap. I’m near your place. I’m going crazy being cooped up at home.” Bo Nan’s voice carried a hint of reckless, playboy charm. “Wait for me, Papa’s coming.”

“Screw you!”

Bo Nan entered Li Zhou’s neighborhood smoothly. After getting out of the car, he leaned against it and lit a cigarette. Like tossing out trash, he casually dropped the Heart-Piercing Inkstone into a small pit beneath a tree just outside the northwest wall of the Qian residence.

As the inkstone landed, the loose soil covered it silently, as if nothing had ever happened.

Li Zhou slipped out from his back gate. The moment he saw Bo Nan, he couldn’t help but laugh and curse, “I knew you weren’t being this kind for nothing. Old Bo, you came here just to show off your new car, didn’t you?”

Bo Nan took a drag. The milky white smoke drifted from his lips, blurring his sharp features as he turned to look at Li Zhou.

His gaze pierced through the smoke, his lips curling slightly. Though he looked incredibly gentle, he radiated an inexplicable sense of cold, calculated cruelty.

Li Zhou’s footsteps faltered for a second. At that moment, Bo Nan felt too strange, as if he were looking into the eyes of a deep-sea monster that had just woken from its slumber.