I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 976: Chapter 975:

Ma Tianlai and Peng Baocheng mobilized their subordinates, instructing all branches and employees across the country to pay attention to Luo Yirui. The moment there’s a clue, report it immediately!

Now it’s as if the military, political, and business sectors are all searching for Luo Yirui. This would have been a good thing before, but now that Luo Yirui is hiding and preparing to track the movements of those people, and to cooperate with his dad to find them, such actions are more harmful than beneficial.

Luo Xudong and Beisitian did not alert the enemies and just waited in silence.

These are matters for later. In the Hao Family, having hung up the call, Luo Yirui still couldn’t believe he had convinced his father. This made him a bit excited, but the tasks that lay ahead were very important, and he couldn’t afford any slack!

Luo Yirui walked toward the stairway. On the staircase, Chu Fenglei was sitting sipping a glass of wine. He heard most of what the child said, though some content was missed. Who is this child? He felt a sense of familiarity upon entering.

Thinking of this, Chu Fenglei sent a message to have someone retrieve the call content of Luo Yirui earlier. For an ordinary person, it’s not easy to track call contents, but he’s not an ordinary person.

Quickly, he received a feedback message, which made him raise an eyebrow.

”All call contents were deleted?” Chu Fenglei raised an eyebrow, noting that the child’s father acted swiftly. It’s likely not just these trails that were erased; the child’s other trails were wiped out as well.

Judging by the method, this child’s parents must not be ordinary people.

Where has he seen this child before?

Chu Fenglei, although not face blind, tends to not remember faces of people he doesn’t care for, even after multiple encounters. His sense of familiarity with this child must be related to some event.

Unable to recall, he decided to not think about it for the time being. Initially, Chu Fenglei planned to leave the Hao Family, but the appearance of this child made him decide to stay. Since there are no other clues, he might as well stay here.

That night, Luo Yirui received a package from his dad, saying it’s something that could temporarily change one’s appearance—bit by bit every day, so people wouldn’t notice too much.

Luo Yirui recalled his grandma mentioning how his dad used to alter his appearance for special missions, albeit with a hint of resentment in her tone.

He felt a bit excited. Could these really change appearances? It’s kind of magical.

This item differed from what Luo Xudong used back then. It was a simple piece of partial skin made by someone, changing slightly every day, so it wouldn’t raise too much suspicion.

The person delivering didn’t say a word and left right after handing over the item, it was so dark that Luo Yirui didn’t even see the person’s face. Had it not been for the person passing him the phone mid-call, he wouldn’t have believed it.

As to the other end of the call, it was of course his dad.

A secretive and magical item could excite not just a five-year-old, but even those in their teens or twenties, let alone Luo Yirui.

Back in his room, Luo Yirui started playing with the item, which was made up of thin, almost translucent, partial skins. He didn’t feel scared: if no one told you, no one would think it’s partial skin, it’s so thin you feel you could see through it.

He was very interested, tinkering with it in front of the bathroom mirror for quite a while. Still, he remembered the person’s instruction not to apply it all over, as it could raise suspicion easily.

Returning to bed, he picked up the sketch drawn by his dad. It was meant to be applied according to that.

Luo Yirui wasn’t in hiding, just concealing himself, vastly different from Luo Xudong’s case. So these were enough, as no one would specifically inspect a child’s face or probe a child.

So long as he was not recognized on the street, there wouldn’t be any problems.

Following his dad’s facial sketch, Luo Yirui applied the first piece. After applying, he admired it in the mirror for a while; originally worried it wouldn’t stick well, yet it clung naturally by itself!

The item’s weakness was it couldn’t meet with water, though sweat wouldn’t affect it.

Once it adhered, it was durable and could not be easily peeled off. Tearing would harm the skin; encountering enough water would make it peel off automatically.

Testing the water, he washed his face gently; the skin only shifted slightly without peeling, showing washing had minimal effect. Adding more water, the skin still didn’t peel.

Adding water a little bit at a time until it peeled naturally, he stopped, at least learning the tolerance level for water.

He washed his face clean and reapplied the skin. After examining for a long time, he felt no noticeable change. He feared being noticed at first, but this subtle change was what his dad meant—it’s not easily detected.

When people start adjusting to the little changes, after getting used to it, they might even forget what he originally looked like. They might begin to accept this as his original appearance.

This was a psychological effect.

The next morning, when Luo Yirui and Jing Changle joined Hao Rong for breakfast, neither of them noticed anything, making Luo Yirui relieved.

Breakfast, sourced from outside due to the large number of people and lack of staff, was varied with dumplings, fried dough sticks, and soy milk available. The locals preferred sweets, putting sugar in their tofu pudding which Luo Yirui wasn’t accustomed to, thus opting for soy milk.

Surprisingly, Yu Junpei, originally from the North, who later moved here, showed no interest in tofu pudding with sugar either. Some, however, ate it with relish, like Hao Rong.

The Mystic Doctors, unless they had local lodging, would choose to stay here. If a favorable concoction was thought of, they could discuss it immediately.

Hao Jiacheng was entertaining guests, not leaving for the company during this period, instead managing everything remotely. These people had to be well served, for offending them would not do.

”How are you adapting, Mr. Chu?” Hao Jiacheng asked with a jolly tone.

Chu Fenglei hadn’t stayed here before, coming every morning and leaving at night, but yesterday, he requested a room, deciding to stay.

Nobody knew Chu Fenglei’s identity; he was quite the mystery, having arrived with Sun Bingyang. Sun Bingyang commanded high respect on par with the Iron Triangle, so anyone he brought must also be a Mystic Doctor.

Chu Fenglei nodded, descending to sit at the broad long table, pulling out a chair to start breakfast.

At the long table, the woman and two other men were already eating. The woman just glanced at Chu Fenglei without a word.

Soon, Sun Bingyang and the Iron Triangle came in from outside, having been out for morning exercises.

As for Luo Yirui and the other two kids, they naturally ate in a smaller dining area. They were just children, not to be seated with these influential figures.