Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

The Forbidden City, resplendent in gold and jade, surrounded by its red walls and multitude of gates.

This is the very Forbidden City that beckons to people's dreams.

It has been fifteen years since my last visit to the Forbidden City.

Back then, I was still a child with an air of innocence.

Afterward, in pursuit of mastering Martial Arts, I dedicated myself to closed-door training and never returned to the Forbidden City.

...

Outside the Forbidden City.

The local store and supermarket owners were complaining—

"It's really strange, why enforce a traffic control and mess up my business?"

"Yes, it's going to last until the morning after next."

"There are definitely fewer cars today."

"If tourists can't come in, won't the Forbidden City turn into a ghost town? What are they thinking?"

"Alas, no use complaining, just endure it, it'll be over the day after tomorrow."

"Sigh—"

As the owner turned to enter his store, a figure suddenly emerged from behind.

"Boss, give me a bottle of water."

The boss, not in the best of moods, glanced at the newcomer and handed over a bottle of water, saying, "Here visiting the Forbidden City?"

"Yeah. It seems pretty quiet, doesn't it?"

"Traffic control, the Forbidden City is under restriction as well." The owner said somewhat irritably.

"Thanks, boss."

This customer was none other than Fang Yu.

Holding the mineral water, he looked towards the gates of the Forbidden City.

The coming and going tourists were noticeably fewer.

"Ling Kong, that Elder, really has some abilities, managing to implement traffic control... But why choose the Forbidden City?" Fang Yu mused.

The place was bustling with people.

Even with the restrictions, there was no need to pick this place.

Why not arrange a secluded spot, like a small grove, for a grand fight where victory or defeat is determined by strength? How nice would that be?

But no matter what—

Fang Yu was determined to brave even a dragon's lair or a tiger's den.

...

After wandering around the Forbidden City as an ordinary person and finding nothing amiss, he headed to a nearby hotel to stay for the night.

Just as he entered the hotel.

He noticed several oddly-dressed individuals checking in.

There were also foreigners.

"Hey, as expected of the Forbidden City, there are quite a few foreigners."

Fang Yu walked over too.

Beside the counter stood two men and a woman, all sturdy and tall foreigners, with the woman sporting a distinct purple-blonde hair.

After they went upstairs, Fang Yu then said:

"I'd like to check in."

"You're quite lucky, it's the last room available. Any later and you'd have to sleep on the streets," said the receptionist with a smile.

Hearing this, Fang Yu felt puzzled.

The Forbidden City was under regulation, so logically there shouldn't be many people.

"Who were those people just now?" Fang Yu asked.

The receptionist said to Fang Yu, "I'm sorry, sir, but we can't reveal our customers' personal information."

"Miss, I was just asking casually. Besides, you're so pretty, I couldn't help wanting to chat a little more," Fang Yu said with squinted eyes.

What girl doesn't like being called beautiful?

Overjoyed by Fang Yu's words, the receptionist giggled and said, "You really have a way with words, young man. Those three are tourists from country D; they seem to have an unusual relationship."

"Thanks."

After completing the check-in process and just as he was about to go upstairs, the receptionist suddenly said, "Young man, if you feel lonely tonight, come down and find me."

With a flirtatious wink sent his way.

Damn!

Fang Yu shivered and quickly went upstairs.

This kind of woman must be avoided.

Who knows, it might bring a whole host of troubles.

...

Third floor of the hotel.

The moment Fang Yu stepped out of the elevator, the entire corridor was filled with the strong smell of smoke and alcohol.

Pungent and unpleasant.

At the end of the corridor, three foreign men were smoking, completely disregarding the no-smoking rule in place.

Fang Yu was about to demonstrate his socialist core values and went up to give them a lecture when a tall woman in a leather jacket stepped out from a room ahead.

Black hair, yellow skin, black eyes.

A typical Eastern elegant woman.

His own people were always more comforting to see.

"You guys, stop smoking," the woman said to the three men.

Language barrier.

The three foreign men spread their hands as if they did not understand.

The woman pointed at the no-smoking sign on the wall.

But they acted as if they couldn't see it at all.

Following that, they burst into laughter and the foreign men started whistling at her.

Seeing this, the woman's face grew indignant and with a snort, she charged forward.

Her speed was incredibly fast.

Fang Yu couldn't help but be surprised and said, "A Martial Artist?"

The leather-clad woman moved with speed beyond imagination, instantly getting in front of the three foreign men.

Bang bang bang!

Her legwork was fierce and aggressive.

Bang bang bang!

The three foreign men kept retreating, raising their arms to block.

"Are they Martial Artists too?" Fang Yu said in surprise.

Just as he was surprised, doors all along the corridor swung open.

A variety of foreign individuals stood out, displaying an indifferent attitude as they leaned in the doorways, watching the commotion.

There were black people, short people, fat people, thin people...

Their attire was also diverse.

All of them looked on coolly at the skirmish between the woman and the three foreign men.

Fang Yu frowned slightly. Ordinary people should be excited or amazed upon witnessing Martial Artists, but these people were quite indifferent, indicating they were Martial Artists too.

Strange.

What day was it? There were so many Martial Artists!

The receptionist had said the hotel was fully booked – probably other hotels were at full capacity too.

Fang Yu vaguely felt this had to do with the regulations at the Forbidden City.

Bang bang bang!

The woman delivered another soaring kick; after which, the three foreign men clearly couldn't hold up any longer and said in fluent Huaxia language:

"We give up, we give up..."

They started to beg for mercy.

The woman's face was icy, her fists clenched tight, she said, "It's good you know your place. Continue smoking and you won't get off so easily."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The leather-clad woman cast a cold glance around.

The others shrugged, as if they had seen nothing at all, and turned to return to their rooms.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

With that turn, their gazes all fell upon Fang Yu.

"An Eastern man."

"A Huaxia person."

"Not a Martial Artist."

"Ignore him."

Then they all went into their rooms. Slam, bam bam… The doors were shut forcefully, very rudely.

Only the leather-clad woman walked back at a leisurely pace.

Fang Yu looked up and saw the room number: 305.

He then looked at the room key in his hand: 305.

"Beautiful lady, it seems you've entered the wrong room," Fang Yu went straight over.

The leather-clad woman glanced back and said indifferently, "Come in."

Hmm?

Could it be a potential perk arranged by the hotel? And then a full service later at night?

Fang Yu walked into the room, puzzled.

"Close the door," the leather-clad woman said indifferently.

Fang Yu indeed closed the door.

But the atmosphere suddenly turned cold—

The leather-clad woman said word by word, "Listen, ordinary person, you'll sleep on the floor, I'll sleep on the bed. Don't even think about messing with a Martial Artist, or else, I'll make your death a miserable one."