chapter 8 Save mother

The Land of the Red Dragon was renowned for its Eight Grand Masters, each capable of manipulating the elements and possessing extraordinary skills known to those within the circle.
However, many were unaware that above the Eight Grand Masters, there existed a God Master, and this legendary figure was none other than the Dragon Lord.
Now, with Martin donning the Dragon Lord Ring, he stood as the sole God Master above the Grand Masters—an elusive figure whose true appearance was the dream of many.
Yves, overwhelmed with excitement and reverence, heavily knocked his head on the ground.
"Get up, this is a busy street."
Martin said, pulling Yves to his feet as he noticed the curious onlookers.
Unexpectedly, Yves attempted to kneel again, urgently saying, "Please, God Master, accept me as your disciple!"
"Disciple?" Martin raised an eyebrow. "That's unnecessary. However, if you engage in more virtuous deeds and accumulate merits daily, I might offer some guidance if needed."
Yves wasn't a malicious person, and if encouraging him to do good deeds served as a reason for Martin to guide him, it was a way for Martin to accumulate positive karma.
"Really?"
Yves trembled with excitement, feeling like he was in a dream. "Rest assured, Master, I will not disappoint your expectations."
Expressing gratitude to Martin, Yves left.
Screech!
At that moment, a fiery red jeep abruptly stopped by the roadside.
The car window rolled down, revealing a stylish woman with ear-length hair.
She wore sunglasses, had a tan complexion, and delicate features, and was undeniably beautiful.
"Are you Martin?"
The woman asked coldly after removing her sunglasses.
"Miss, who are you?" Martin inquired.
"I'm Tracy. Megan sent me to find you. It seems you're alright. Get in, I'll take you back!"
Tracy tilted her head.
"Thank you."
Martin smiled, recognizing Tracy as Megan's representative. He opened the passenger door to get into the car.
"Who said you could sit there?"
Tracy suddenly shouted.
Martin was taken aback, staring at Tracy with confusion.
Tracy's gaze was icy, and her face was full of disgust. "The passenger seat is reserved for my boyfriend only! What are you? Get to the back seat!"
Frowning, Martin questioned, "Miss, I don't think I've offended you. Why such a strong bias against me?"
"Martin! Megan may be naive, but I'm not! You get rejected by the Willow Family heiress, and now you set your sights on Megan? Let me tell you, I despise people like you who have no skills but spend their days trying to deceive women!" Tracy said coldly.
"Deceive women?"
Martin was puzzled.
"If you didn't deceive Megan, why did you take her to a hotel on the first night you met?" Tracy accused.
"She was the one who took me to the hotel!"
Martin hurriedly explained.
"Stop the nonsense!"
Tracy snapped.
After receiving Megan's commission, Tracy immediately conducted a brief investigation of Martin. She knew when he arrived in Yorksimvil and even knew who he stayed with and which hotel he chose on the first night.
Her professional instincts quickly led her to form an opinion about Martin. Otherwise, why would Megan, who was usually conservative, go to a hotel with a man she barely knew?
It must be due to this man's flattering words.
"I'm telling you! Megan is like a sister to me. If you dare to have any inappropriate behavior towards her, I promise to have you locked up for ten years!"
With that, she took a shiny pair of handcuffs from her slender waist and threw them heavily onto the passenger seat.
"Get in the car!"
This woman was truly unreasonable!
Shaking his head, Martin couldn't be bothered to say more. He sat in the back, leaving Tracy to guess as she pleased.
Tracy stepped on the accelerator, heading towards the White Group Tower.
She glanced at the rearview mirror with her cold moonlit eyes, shouted a few more curses, and, seeing Martin's silence, became more certain of her suspicions.
Buzzing.
The phone in the glove compartment suddenly rang.
Tracy immediately pulled over and answered the call.
"What did you say?"
Shortly after, Tracy's face changed abruptly, and she urgently spoke in a low voice, "Wait for me, I'll be there soon!"
After saying that, she stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle raced away.
About ten minutes later, the off-road vehicle pulled into Yorksimvil General Hospital.
"Weren't you supposed to take me back to the White Group? Why are we here?"
Martin questioned, looking outside in confusion.
"I have something to attend to in the emergency department. Follow me," Tracy said solemnly.
"Miss, I'm not a criminal."
Martin frowned.
Tracy paused, realizing she had let her professional habits take over.
Without saying anything, she opened the car door and jumped out.
Martin shook his head and followed suit.
The two hurried to the emergency department.
The corridor outside was chaotic at the moment.
A man appeared mad, trying to rush into the emergency department. Several uniformed constables were desperately trying to stop him but struggled to hold him back.
Martin couldn't help but be astonished.
The man going mad was none other than Darcy!
"Captain Tracy!!"
"Captain Tracy is here!"
The constables shouted one after another.
"Darcy! What are you doing? This is a hospital! Stop causing trouble!"
Tracy angrily approached, and seeing that Darcy was nearly uncontrollable, she promptly kicked him over.
Darcy fell to the ground, one hand clutching his aching abdomen, staring at the emergency room door. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with unbearable pain.
"What's going on here?"
Tracy shouted.
"Captain Tracy, Captain Darcy's mother suddenly fell ill. Doctor Windsor is currently trying to save her, but this time, Doctor Windsor says it's likely that Auntie won't make it. Captain Darcy lost control upon hearing this," a constable explained tearfully.
Tracy was shocked. "Last week she was fine. How did she suddenly become so seriously ill?"
Everyone in the department had seen Darcy's mother. Just last Friday, she brought homemade rice dumplings to the station to share with everyone. Although she was approaching sixty, she was still healthy. How could she fall seriously ill without any warning?
"Mom!! Mom! Your son is here! I won't let you die, Mom!"
Darcy shouted, tears streaming down his face, trying to climb into the emergency room.
Onlookers quickly pulled him to a nearby chair.
Tracy remained silent.
Darcy was on the verge of collapse, clenching his fists tightly, tears streaming down as he bowed his head.
The scene was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.
Martin, with a thought, walked straight to the front.
"Captain Darcy didn't expect us to meet again so soon."
Upon hearing this unfamiliar voice, Darcy struggled to lift his head.
"Is it you? Mr. Jenkins?" Darcy was somewhat surprised. Suddenly realizing something, he pressed Martin's shoulder, crying out, "Mr. Jenkins, since you could predict that my mother is seriously ill, you must have a way to save her, right? Please, save my mother! I beg you!"
With that, he was about to kneel.
Darcy's father had died early, leaving only his mother. Darcy, who had always been filial, was willing to do anything to save her.
Martin quickly supported Darcy, smiling, "Captain Darcy, rest assured. Your mother is virtuous in her daily deeds, and you, enforcing justice and punishing evil, will surely pass through this calamity safely."
"Mr. Jenkins, do you have a solution?"
Darcy urgently asked.
But before Martin could answer.
Tick!
The lights in the emergency room suddenly went out.
Several medical staff members came out, their faces filled with sorrow.
"Doctor, how is my mother?"
Darcy rushed forward and asked anxiously.
The doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zachar, we did our best."
Darcy took a few steps back, his whole being struck as if by lightning.
"Mom!!"
He let out a heartbreaking cry and rushed into the emergency room.
The group followed suit.
Darcy wept bitterly, holding the covered body of the elderly woman on the operating table, his voice echoing through the room.
The constables around couldn't help but shed tears in silence.
Who would have thought that this sturdy man would cry like a child?
Tracy was also deeply moved, turning away and quietly wiping her tears, trying not to let others see her embarrassment.
Martin, standing beside the operating table, suddenly lifted the white cloth, examined the old woman's eyes, and said, "Prepare a set of silver needles for me."
"What are you doing?"
Tracy was shocked, rushing forward and grabbing Martin's arm, shouting angrily.
"What am I doing? I'm saving a life! Hurry, get me a set of silver needles!" Martin glared at her and ordered.
"You—"
Tracy was furious, about to speak, but Darcy had already rushed out.
In no time, he returned holding a needle bag, trembling hands handing it to Martin.
"Give me back my needle bag! Who are you? Why did you run into my department and snatch my things?"
An elderly traditional medicine practitioner also ran over, panting, but due to his age, he leaned against the wall wheezing by the time he reached the emergency room.
"Doctor, I'm sorry. I need to save my mother! Please forgive my behavior."
Darcy knelt directly in front of the old man, tears streaming down his face.
The old man was taken aback, opened his mouth, and looked at Darcy's sorrowful and earnest expression. Shaking his head with a sigh, he helped Darcy up.
"Child, the dead cannot be brought back to life. You must be strong."
He patted Darcy's shoulder and casually turned to glance at the operating table.
However, with just one look, the old man was dumbfounded on the spot.