Chapter 11

As night fell, the colorful neon lights shone brightly in the city, and the air gradually filled with a relaxed atmosphere. The pedestrians on the streets were sparse, some shopping, some strolling, and some walking their dogs. After a busy day, the bustling city finally slowed down.

Mo Wen casually found a restaurant to satisfy his hunger, then began wandering the streets.

Kyoto is one of the largest cities in Huaxia, with an average population exceeding ten million. In such a vast city, a person is like a grain of sand, so insignificant.

Mo Wen had been in Kyoto for three or four years, as he attended Kyoto No. 1 High School. However, he still felt so unfamiliar with the city. No matter how long he stayed, he always remained in a corner, living in a tiny space like an ant.

In his memory, he rarely had the chance to wander the streets. During his school days, he almost devoted all his time to studying and rarely left the school gates. Later, when he worked as a laborer on a construction site in the suburbs, his life was limited to going to and from work and sleeping, with a very small social circle.

Although he always maintained a curiosity about the outside world, it seemed as if a veil separated him from it, blocking his view.

Mo Wen gazed at the neon lights flashing overhead, a myriad of emotions surging in his heart. He suddenly longed to go home and tell his mother the good news that he had finally been accepted into Huaxia University. In a lonely city, what else could he cherish besides home?

In the dead of night, he walked alone into the Jibei Forest Park. For the homeless, the park was undoubtedly their home, at least no one would drive them away.

He planned to spend his first night in the park after his rebirth. Yes, he had been reborn. When the memories of his past life awakened, he knew he would never be the same Mo Wen again. However, he no longer knew which one was the real him. Perhaps both were him, from his past life to his present life, who could say clearly?

"Stop."

Just as Mo Wen was about to find a bench in the park to sleep under the sky and on the ground, two cold voices suddenly sounded from the trees ahead.

Then, one tall and one short figure surrounded him, both holding gleaming knives.

"Hand over everything valuable you have."

The tall man glared at Mo Wen with a fierce look, lifting his thirty-centimeter-long knife slightly, as if he would stab him immediately if Mo Wen dared to resist.

Robbery!

"Actually, I might be poorer than you!"

Mo Wen spread his hands, feeling quite helpless. What was wrong with robbers these days? They had no discernment. Anyone could see he was a poor guy, yet they still tried to rob him. What kind of world was this?

"Shut up, hand over everything valuable you have, or I'll kill you."

The shorter man glared at Mo Wen viciously and stepped forward, ready to put the knife to his neck.

Mo Wen frowned and took a step back, narrowly avoiding the knife in the shorter man's hand.

"Still trying to dodge? Go, cripple him."

Seeing Mo Wen's lack of cooperation, the shorter man's face turned cold, his eyes flashing with viciousness, and he immediately signaled the taller man to get serious.

A cold light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. The shorter man's gaze was icy, indicating he was not joking and had likely done this many times before.

A habitual criminal!

Mo Wen gave a bitter laugh. These two were probably not just petty thieves; they had likely shed a lot of blood. He couldn't help but marvel at his luck, casually wandering in the park and encountering two vicious criminals.

The shorter man seemed even more ferocious than the taller one. He pounced, aiming his knife at Mo Wen with ruthless intent. The taller man didn't hesitate either, blocking Mo Wen's escape from behind.

Mo Wen took a deep breath but didn't dodge. A cold light flashed in his calm eyes, and in the next moment, he extended his hand slightly forward, not very fast but at an extremely peculiar angle.

Snap!

A crisp sound was followed by the shorter man's agonized scream. His knife clattered to the ground, and his entire arm hung limply, seemingly dislocated.

"You're asking for it."

The taller man roared in anger, pouncing and slashing at Mo Wen's back with no intention of holding back. The sharp wind of the blade rushed toward him.

Mo Wen calmly sidestepped the taller man's attack, and his left hand moved silently forward again. The entire process was smooth and effortless, but the taller man felt a numbness in his body, and his knife clattered to the ground.

"Run!"

At this point, the two men realized they had met their match and tried to get up and run, but they were shocked to find that half of their bodies were numb, as if they were made of wood, unable to stand up.

"You... you... what kind of black magic did you use?"

The taller man looked at Mo Wen with fear, his body moving on the ground as he tried to retreat. The events of the night were too bizarre. If Mo Wen had defeated them fairly, it would have been understandable, but now they didn't even know how they had fallen, their bodies completely numb and immobile.

"Black magic?"

Mo Wen smiled. Ignorant people always attributed things they didn't understand to black magic, whether in his world or on Earth, no matter how many years had passed, ignorance remained unchanged.

He walked up to the two criminals, squatted down, and looked at them with a smile.

"What... what do you want to do?"

The shorter criminal tried to remain calm.

"Help you loosen your muscles."

Mo Wen smiled wickedly and suddenly swept his hand over the shorter man's body, his movements graceful and fluid. The shorter man's body crackled like popping corn, and he suddenly collapsed like a pile of mud, unable to move a finger, his mouth unable to open, only his eyes moving, filled with fear.

Although Mo Wen was a divine doctor, it didn't mean he lacked offensive capabilities. Medical skills could save lives, but they could also take lives.

The Mo family's thousand-year-old medical tradition was vast and profound, encompassing a wide range of knowledge. The most famous medical skill was the Heavenly Skillful Hands, renowned throughout the world.

As a doctor, one must be thoroughly familiar with the human body, including bones, acupoints, nerves, blood vessels, meridians, organs, and tissues. Based on this knowledge, the Mo family's ancestors developed the Heavenly Skillful Hands.

This skill could disassemble the 206 bones in the human body, misalign meridians, blood vessels, acupoints, and nerves, offering endless possibilities for medical practice. Once one understood the human body, treating illnesses became much easier.

However, while the Heavenly Skillful Hands were used to heal, they could also be used to kill, and they were even more lethal than healing. Once one mastered the human body's bones, acupoints, meridians, nerves, and blood vessels, one held countless vital points. Using it to kill was like taking something from a pocket.

Therefore, in that world, the Mo family's Heavenly Skillful Hands were not only a divine medical skill but also a renowned martial art. Many martial artists had besieged the Mo family to obtain the Heavenly Skillful Hands, but all had failed.

The Heavenly Skillful Hands were a closely guarded secret within the Mo family, taught only to the most core members. As a result, Mo family core disciples were respected by martial artists.

Not only were the Mo family members all highly skilled doctors, but they also possessed the Heavenly Skillful Hands, making them difficult to provoke.