Without shame.

As Ye Xiu lay comfortably on the sofa, immersed in the ocean of knowledge, relishing the pleasure of reading and eagerly absorbing the nourishment from the book, on the other side of Yanjing City, in a luxurious villa...

Dressed in a bathrobe, Zhao Ruobing slowly walked into her large study and opened a thick treatise. It was the latest publication on neurosurgery, authored by a world-renowned top neurosurgeon, and it was a compilation of the essence of his lifelong surgical cases and experiences.

As she opened the book, the cold and indifferent expression she wore at the hospital during the day disappeared, replaced by a focused and concentrated look in her eyes.

Lately, she had been spending every evening in this study, diligently studying until late at night.

Although she had always been a hard worker, recently, she had become even more dedicated.

Even though that surgery had taken place some time ago, and the injured patient was about to fully recover and be discharged, the impact of that surgery had not diminished with time. The nearly perfect surgery still often resurfaced in her mind.

Every time she thought of that surgery, her mind would calm down, and she would clearly realize how vast the gap was between her, the so-called favored daughter of heaven, and the real experts. She understood how long the road ahead still was.

Especially when faced with those flattering compliments, when she began to feel a bit lost and complacent, thinking she was really remarkable, that surgery would reappear in her mind, bringing her back to reality.

Although that person was now somewhere unknown in the world, she was still very grateful to him for showing her what a true genius was and reminding her that there was always someone better.

Despite the immense impact and influence that person's comprehensive and perfect surgery had on her, she did not try to learn other surgical techniques to become equally versatile. Instead, she continued to focus on neurosurgery, striving to improve her skills in her specialized field.

She knew that true geniuses were rare in this world. Not everyone could be as versatile as him. Given her talents and current circumstances, it was better to excel in one field than to spread herself too thin.

Usually, at this time, Zhao Ruobing could concentrate intensely on her studies and never allowed herself to be distracted.

But today, for some reason, after reading a few pages, she felt a bit restless.

Standing up, she poured herself a glass of ice water, took a sip, and tried to calm herself down. However, after drinking the ice water, she felt even more restless instead of peaceful.

Who was that genius that day, and where was he now?

Did he see today's news and reports?

What would he think if he saw them?

Would he think that Zhao Ruobing took credit for his work?

Would he see her as a despicable person who steals credit?

Thinking about the exaggerated descriptions from the journalists in the morning's news report and the compliments and promises of rewards from various leaders who called her in the afternoon, Zhao Ruobing couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust.

The possibility that the genius might see those reports and misunderstand her intentions made her increasingly agitated and uneasy. The previously vague image of that genius became clearer in her mind. Although she often recalled the surgery itself, she rarely thought about his appearance.

But it's done, and thinking about it won't change anything!

And it wasn't her fault—it wasn't something she orchestrated!

At most, if she ever had the chance to meet him again, she would just apologize!

But such a chance seemed unlikely. The world was vast, with over seven billion people, more than a billion in China alone. Meeting again was not so easy.

If he misunderstood, so be it.

Zhao Ruobing felt no guilt and had never cared about others' opinions. Why start now?

After taking a few deep breaths, her eyes gradually regained their clarity, and with a hint of cold indifference, she returned to her desk and focused once more on the treatise in front of her.

...

After nearly two hours of delving into the ocean of traditional Chinese medicine, Ye Xiu finally looked up as the electronic clock on the wall chimed midnight.

Although he was thoroughly engrossed and reluctant to stop, Ye Xiu knew that practicing the Longevity Technique was of utmost importance and could not be delayed.

The Longevity Technique was not only his hope for revenge but also crucial for enhancing his medical skills and saving lives.

His ability to perform highly complex surgeries and precisely monitor patients' vital signs was due to his practice of the Longevity Technique. Before the incident with his mentor, it was his sole motivation for practicing it.

After using that set of acupuncture techniques for the first time while rescuing a patient, Ye Xiu realized even more how precious the Longevity Technique was, especially the mysterious sense of qi it cultivated.

Without that mysterious sense of qi, the acupuncture techniques would not have been effective.

Moreover, the Longevity Technique ensured his physical and mental stamina. It allowed him to undergo intense training at dawn and continue working at high intensity during the day while maintaining his energy and strength.

Thus, practicing the Longevity Technique was non-negotiable.

Reluctantly setting aside the thick treatise on traditional Chinese medicine, Ye Xiu crossed his legs, gradually calmed his mind, and began to seriously practice the Longevity Technique.