The Dock Gang was established in a power vacuum zone.
Therefore, Leader Wang Dahai understood he merely provided a set of order in areas where corporations and authorities were unwilling to get involved, even if it wasn't beautiful. Once a powerful party intervened, collapse would happen in minutes—like the previous dock night battle where so many armed personnel were cut through to rescue the Changfeng Financial Group young miss.
Similarly, the gang only provided the most basic medical care or rather "aftermath handling"—nothing worth mentioning. When truly knowledgeable professionals arrived, they became meaningless.
Dr. Mu was a typical dimensional reduction strike. Her arrival was equivalent to announcing the end of patchwork medical care.
First-class medical skills let her settle infection diseases that had troubled humanity for ages, yet she firmly kept secrets without revealing any information—a complete monopoly. But she firmly occupied the moral high ground with violent backing, instead creating a good reputation. Simply a living bodhisattva.
Wang Dahai scoffed at this but had to admit her skills were impressive.
He had witnessed those so-called treatment methods through gang profits and organizational peculiarities—either frequent aftereffects making one a lifelong medicine jar, or painful suffering that simply couldn't be cured. Authorities were nothing more than this. He had left contemptuous impressions then, but Dr. Mu's appearance broke all cutting-edge technology. So far 100% cure rate regardless of patients' specific underlying conditions or severity levels...
Simply no pattern, every case successful.
Precisely because she turned no one away with 100% cure rate, Dr. Mu leaped to become a benchmark, single-handedly reversing and even reducing infection spread trends in the dock district.
By now Wang Dahai had to admit—whether she had schemes didn't matter, as long as she stayed safe.
Just as he sat on a low wall smoking, he saw the crowd growing more boisterous. A taxi slowly drove in, and people immediately lined up to welcome it, actively taking over with eager expressions.
"Good morning, Dr. Mu."
"I just went fishing and caught 20 pounds of fish for you."
"We're saved now."
Before anyone emerged, everyone swarmed forward. Thanks to the Dock Gang maintaining order, no stampede occurred—they probably never imagined becoming bodyguards someday.
The taxi door opened, revealing a sunglasses-wearing girl whose delicate features couldn't be concealed. She smiled and greeted everyone, a sun hat covering her silver-white long hair, tall figure, white coat somehow showing heroic grace. Confidence flowed between her brows as if she could cut through mountains with a sword no matter how thorny, even the Disaster Beast landing battlefield ruins couldn't move her at all.
Though Dr. Mu only claimed some connection with the figure in black, her silhouette now overlapped with that night.
Wang Dahai gritted his teeth but still approached with hardened resolve. "Welcome."
"How's the material collection going?"
"Of course. Dr. Mu can rest assured—we've had experience cooperating with Storm Gang before. A little rough processing is no problem. As long as you're willing to open a clinic here, we can continue expanding scale."
"Long-term matters can be discussed later. The urgent priority is containing infection spread as much as possible. I saw the news—things should be quite busy here."
"Please help us."
From the Dock Gang's standpoint, they couldn't wait for infection diseases to be eliminated. Wariness aside, no need for hostility. Besides, Wang Dahai had already sent people to probe—should be no problem.
Hibiscus didn't waste words, arriving at the clinic hut with great fanfare to begin receiving patients. Where did she understand pharmacology, pathology and such knowledge? No systematic training existed either. The entire process could only be using Hypnosis Technique while examining, listening, questioning, and checking. When people were drowsy with dulled memory, one Healing Technique basically solved everything—flowing like clouds and water.
This method had been successfully tested on neighbors infected with the disease, finally letting those people stop being tormented by illness and disturbing others all day.
Afterwards she came to the dock district to promote it with outstanding results—everyone's welcome was enough to prove the efficacy.
Worthy of being system-rewarded technique knowledge that could cure infection diseases—truly immediate cure upon treatment. A bit of Disaster Beast infection was nothing, settled in a few hours for over a hundred people.
This disease was closely related to Origin.
The more Hibiscus pondered, the more she understood. She had felt the symptoms resembled pressure before—sure enough. It was essentially magic power residue harming ordinary people, naturally causing no damage to magical girls, even allowing active clearing.
The illness caused by Disaster Beast attacks wasn't bacteria or viruses, but magic power. Technology was indeed helpless.
Wrong direction meant no amount of effort would help—this was an unscientific field.
Frequent use of techniques by magical girls had many benefits. First was slight improvement to total magic power, second was increased proficiency strengthening casting effects, expanding Healing Technique's applicable range beyond original scope. Though insufficient for intervening in Disaster Beast battles, helping stanch fatal wounds and curbing combat capability decline was enough.
Meanwhile, the system continuously sent completion notifications for suggestions like "Financial Fortune" and such. Though basically conceptual descriptions, they should prove useful.
Hibiscus experienced being a doctor while planning career paths in advance—not bad.
"Next."
Before she finished speaking, the other party had already eagerly entered and closed the door.
She looked up to see an old acquaintance.
Jin Yulu had changed from her usual military attire today, instead wearing a beige windbreaker over a white shirt and pencil skirt—quite a capable workplace style. Her well-trained proportioned figure was definitely graceful. Even having experienced many battlefields, she bore no obvious scars, with a pretty face that was flawless and vivid three-dimensional features, large eyes bright and spirited. Most rare was her temperament—still steady after countless turns between life and death.
Honestly, Jin Yulu entering the cramped narrow hut created a sense of tension. For some reason she could always detect an inexplicable majesty from the doctor—more frightening than instructors, as if Disaster Beasts glanced at her then restrained their sharpness. Not fear, but unable to muster any interest.
But she was born in the dock district with many local relatives and friends, and being entrusted by the gang to probe the truth couldn't be wrong. Had Dr. Mu seen through her?
Hibiscus nearly couldn't maintain composure seeing this Special Attack Forces infection unit leader twice—such karmic connections truly existed in the world.
So be it.
The girl pretended to take her pulse—heart rate around 80 per minute. Then used a stethoscope to listen—hmm, quite full-chested. As for respiratory tract and internal organ problems, how would she know? Scientific-side doctors and magic-side doctors were completely different.
After a moment, Hibiscus asked meaningfully: "Are you sick?"
"You're the doctor asking me this?" The words slipped out before Jin Yulu felt her attitude was too poor and quickly changed her address. "I frequently contact infected entities so I'm checking up."
"You definitely found the right person—I specialize in infection diseases. But you're not sick, I'm very certain. No need to waste time in line."
The implication was don't waste each other's time.
At such close distance, perception alone was more useful than simple instruments. Beyond infection diseases, Hibiscus now dared confirm Jin Yulu was quite healthy—none of the unhealthiness modern people commonly had, too healthy. So what are you here for?