The Name of the Savior

Logan remained rooted in disbelief, his mind swirling with confusion. "What is happening? Why am I suddenly barred from helping this girl?"

Logan's mind swirled with thoughts and conjectures, a touch of panic creeping in as he worried about making a fatal mistake on his first mission. But all those fears vanished when the system bar appeared.

DING!

[You can't extract the toxic Yin Qi from the girl's body any longer. Your Dantian lacks the capacity to handle such a substantial amount of poison. Continuing this healing would be fatal!]

Logan coughed involuntarily, quickly pulling his finger away from Shania's delicate skin.

Though his instinct urged him to assist every enchanting maiden, Logan knew better than to recklessly endanger his own life.

Logan regarded Shania with profound compassion, his gaze reflecting both empathy and concern.

"This unfortunate girl must have a congenital defect in her Dantian, causing the malignant Yin Qi," he thought. "Regrettably, with my current abilities, there's little I can do to help her."

At the same time, the maiden began to show faint signs of regaining consciousness. Gradually, she blinked several times, her eyes slowly opening as she tentatively surveyed her surroundings.

Moments later, she managed to part her lips, a sign of her slow awakening.

It seemed as though she wanted to voice her thoughts, but she remained silent, her lips moving without sound.

Robert and Matilda witnessed the scene with a tumultuous mix of joy and sorrow. Hurrying to their daughter's bedside, they enveloped her in a tender embrace, her form nestled in the bedding. Tears of relief streamed down their careworn faces, mingling with traces of laughter etched upon their features.

Meanwhile, Logan stood with an inscrutable expression etched upon his face. Despite achieving his first triumph in healing, a sense of fulfillment eluded him. While Shania showed signs of improvement, Logan harbored no illusions; he knew appearances could deceive, and danger still loomed over her like a shadow.

Despite the lingering uncertainties surrounding Shania's fate, Robert was overwhelmed with gratitude. He wasted no time, pulling Logan into a fervent embrace, tears of thankfulness streaming down his cheeks. It was a moment of immense relief, a brief respite in the midst of their uncertain journey.

"Young man... you've saved my daughter's life! I'll give you anything you desire as a reward, just name it," the old man declared earnestly.

Shaking his head, Logan replied gently, "As I've mentioned before, I desire no reward from you. Now, I must take my leave, for there are other responsibilities that demand my attention."

As Logan prepared to depart, Matilda's hand darted out, gripping his wrist with unexpected strength. The elegant middle-aged woman, her anxiety plain to see, implored, "If you decline our gratitude, please at least bless us with the name of our savior."

After a brief pause, Logan responded with modesty, "My name holds no significance, but you may refer to me as The Masked Doctor."

"Wait, we asked your real na—"

Logan wasted no time; he vanished from the room in a swift motion, leaving Matilda to grasp at thin air. Her fingers sought to cling desperately to Logan's hand, only to find it slipping away like an eel, leaving her with a sense of loss and wonder.

"I'll go after him!" Robert's voice carried urgency, driving him to quicken his pace and follow Logan's disappearing figure.

Meanwhile, Shania Moore celebrated as the city's most captivating beauty, struggled to rise from her bed. Her exertion captured Matilda's complete attention, prompting her to rush to her side.

"Oh, my dear, what are you trying to do? Your body is still frail. Just lie down and rest," Matilda murmured, her concern evident in her gentle tone.

Ignoring her mother's plea, Shania persisted, "Mom, who was that young man wearing the black mask?" Her curiosity was palpable, overshadowing her physical frailty in that moment.

Matilda promptly responded, "He's a remarkable doctor who saved you, Shania. A strange doctor... I don't know his name, but he goes by 'The Masked Doctor'."

"I must convey my gratitude to him!" The determination in the beautiful girl's face brought a rosy flush to her cheeks. "Mom, summon the doctors and instruct them to remove these IV tubes. I feel entirely restored!"

***

Logan sprinted as if blessed with divine vigor from the heavens, his form propelled twice as swiftly as the wind itself. He only came to a halt upon reaching a desolate corridor.

Drawing a deep breath, Logan unfastened his mask, feeling a flood of relief wash over him.

"System, show me what I can buy with 20 points!"

A blue screen appears before his vision.

DING!

[20 points may not get you a new medical ability, but there are still some worthwhile side skills you can purchase. Allow us to make a recommendation!]

[First, skill {Night Vision} level 1, giving you 20% better visibility in dark places]

[Second, skill {Poison Detection} level 1, giving you 50% better recognition of poisonous substances]

[Third, skill {Hand Typist} level 2, giving you the ability to type 50% faster and more accurately]

"I'll choose the first skill," Logan decided, finding simplicity in his choice; among the three skills, none seemed particularly useful except for the first one.

DING!

[Skill addition complete!]

[Want to see the skill description?]

"Yes."

[Name: Night Vision]

[Level: 1 (very low)]

[Active period: 30 minutes]

[Cooldown: 15 minutes]

Looking at the system blade board, Logan realized that he couldn't expect much. Despite not having a benchmark for comparison, he knew that 20 points was not a lot at all.

"Well, not bad. It's rather satisfying," Logan remarked with a nonchalant shrug.

As Logan prepared to depart, he caught wind of commotion in the distance. Turning to investigate, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

The commotion, characterized by a tumultuous uproar, a cacophony of voices, and a flurry of activity, emanated from the vicinity of Ariana, who was enveloped in the scandal of her extramarital affair and was accompanied by a sizable contingent of hospital security personnel, comprising a multitude of individuals dedicated to maintaining order and ensuring safety within the medical facility. 

Their presence suggested an extensive exploration as if they had traversed considerable distances, all in pursuit of locating Logan and unraveling the mystery surrounding his disappearance.

"That scoundrel! He's the one who battered my lover's face to a pulp and irresponsibly fled!" Ariana pointed at Logan with anger. "Catch him!"

Logan stood firm, rooted to the spot, his resolve unwavering.

Slowly, he muttered to himself, "You've been bullying and trampling on me for years. I had no choice; I was too weak."

"Now that I have strength, I won't flee or be naive any longer."

"Come on, face me..."