Jizhou Prison.
Dozens of luxury cars worth millions were parked neatly on the roadside.
Countless eyes eagerly gazed in the direction of the prison gates.
"Dad, if I'm not mistaken, these people are all prominent figures from the eighteen cities of Quan Province. Each of them has assets exceeding five billion, and some are entrepreneurs with over ten billion. You're all gathered here waiting for someone. Who exactly is this person?"
Jiang Li, tall and with delicate features like a porcelain doll, looked at her father in shock.
"Fortunately, no one can see this. If they did, it would surely shake the entire business world."
Jiang Jiancheng's tone was grave. "That person is… a doctor, I suppose. He treated me, just like them."
"A doctor, you say?" Jiang Li frowned.
"Yes. His medical skills are astonishing, capable of bringing people back from the dead. I was gravely ill two years ago and he saved me. Otherwise… the grass on my grave would be several meters high by now?" Jiang Jiancheng felt a chill of fear.
Jiang Li dismissed it. "Dad, have you been brainwashed by him? I don't believe any doctor can bring people back from the dead."
"Shut up!" Jiang Jiancheng roared, exuding a powerful aura. "I will not tolerate any disrespect towards Doctor Chen. If there's a next time, don't blame me for disowning you as a father and daughter!"
Jiang Li felt wronged, never expecting her loving father to be so furious, all because she questioned a Doctor Chen.
"Doctor Chen is out!"
Someone exclaimed excitedly.
All eyes turned uniformly towards the prison entrance.
A young man, about 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy build, sharp eyebrows, and a crew cut, was waving goodbye to the prison guards, carrying a canvas bag.
He looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six. His white t-shirt, light blue jeans, and canvas shoes were worth less than two hundred yuan in total, but they gave him a remarkably clean and neat appearance.
His chiseled features seemed meticulously carved by a master sculptor.
His deep eyes, like a vast starry sea, could draw anyone in with just a glance.
"Why is this guy so young? He's only a little bit handsome, that's all!" Jiang Li felt a wave of disappointment.
"Congratulations on your release, Doctor Chen!"
Billionaire CEOs and entrepreneurs alike stepped forward, extending their congratulations to Chen Nan.
Chen Nan was somewhat surprised, not expecting these people to be here to welcome him.
After a few pleasantries, an elder couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Chen, forgive my presumption, but how has Senior Wushan been lately?"
"My master passed away half a year ago," Chen Nan sighed. Though he had only been Wushan's disciple for three years, the elder had imparted a great deal of knowledge to him.
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned complex.
They knew he was old and nearing his end, but the news of his departure still brought a sense of sadness, for he was truly an extraordinary individual of his time.
"Everyone, before my master passed, he said that all past grievances are forgiven. If you remember him kindly, you may burn incense and offer sacrifices during the Qingming Festival," Chen Nan said with a smile, picking up his canvas bag, ready to leave.
"Doctor Chen, wait a moment." Jiang Jiancheng hesitated, then continued, "We all know you were wrongly imprisoned. Would you like us to help you clear your name?"
Hearing this, Chen Nan's heart was filled with immense rage.
A terrifying chill erupted within him.
In that instant, everyone felt the temperature plummet and a sense of discomfort.
They knew Chen Nan had inherited Wushan's legacy, otherwise his aura wouldn't be so formidable.
"That is my personal matter. I will contact you if I need assistance!" Chen Nan said with a frosty expression, then walked away with his canvas bag, eventually boarding a bus.
His thoughts drifted back three years to an act of chivalry.
Three years ago, he had graduated from his desired university with excellent grades. He had planned to earn some money during the summer by working at a bar to lighten the burden on his parents.
However, on his way home from work, something happened that changed the course of his life.
He witnessed a rich second-generation shoving a drunken girl into a car trunk.
Though he didn't know what would happen next, he immediately stepped forward to stop the evil deed, leading to a physical altercation.
Unfortunately, he was no match for his opponent and was severely beaten.
However, he succeeded in rescuing the girl, and even with his injuries, he felt it was worth it.
But the very next day, the police showed up and handcuffed him, taking him to the police station.
The charge was intentional assault.
Chen Nan naturally refused to plead guilty and explained the situation.
What he hadn't expected was that Feng Xinyue, the girl he had saved, would claim that the rich second-generation, Zhao Yuan, was her boyfriend.
In that moment, his act of bravery turned into a charge of disturbing the peace.
He was sentenced to three years and imprisoned in Jizhou Prison.
It is said that fortune and misfortune are intertwined. In prison, he met his master, Wushan.
An old monster who had lived for two full sixty-year cycles.
Upon learning of his plight, Wushan asked him, "Do you regret your actions that day?"
"I do," Chen Nan replied. "But if I hadn't saved that girl, I would surely have been tormented by guilt for the rest of my life."
Wushan then asked, "Then what do you do good deeds for?"
Chen Nan answered, "To have a clear conscience!"
After that, Wushan took Chen Nan as his disciple, teaching him the Wu Yi Jue (Medical Arts of Wushan), and passing down all his lifetime's medical knowledge.
Perhaps due to his pure heart, he surpassed Wushan in just one year, his extraordinary medical skills making even Wushan feel inadequate.
Half a year ago, as Wushan's lifespan neared its end, he passed on the leadership of the Wumen to Chen Nan and departed this world.
Although he was Wushan's only disciple, Chen Nan believed he would one day bring the Wumen to great prominence.
"Zhao Yuan, though I gained an opportunity through misfortune in prison, I have not forgotten how you framed me."
"Just wait. I, Chen Nan, will surely bring ruin to your Zhao family. Otherwise, my heart's hatred will not be appeased!"
An hour later, Chen Nan returned to the Steel Rolling Mill Family Compound in the Jizhou South City shantytown.
This was his home.
He had lived in this compound since childhood and was intimately familiar with it.
Yet, now, it felt incredibly unfamiliar.
It appeared more dilapidated, messy, and unhygienic than he remembered.
In the already narrow compound, electric scooters and elderly mobility vehicles were parked haphazardly. Near the garbage bins, a foul stench attracted swarms of flies, the smell alone making one's stomach churn.
With an excited heart, Chen Nan arrived at Room 101, Unit 1, Building 6.
To his surprise, he saw two middle-aged men in black suits and sunglasses standing at the entrance.
They were expressionless, exuding an aura of coldness.
Before Chen Nan could speak, one of them blocked his path. "You cannot go in."
Chen Nan, enraged, retorted, "This is my home! Why can't I go in?"