The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 392: Valuable Thank-You Gift_1

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Valuable Thank-You Gift_1

Rocky Stein’s submission hadn’t surprised Carson Flores in the slightest.

Charging for medical treatment is perfectly reasonable.

The fact that Rocky Stein could kneel before hundreds of cultivators to save her own life indicated that, in her heart, dignity was less important than survival.

Once she had knelt, her dignity was lost; submitting to Carson Flores no longer posed any psychological burden.

Having already knelt, what did it matter if she said a few more words of appeasement?

This wasn’t to say that Rocky Stein no longer hated Carson Flores. On the contrary, her hatred for him was bone-deep.

Should she find someone who could perform the Resuscitation Technique, someone who could guarantee her treatment year after year, Rocky Stein would probably turn on a dime, slap Carson Flores to death, and vent the malice in her heart.

Carson Flores had just returned to the hotel entrance, ready to get into Brock Rich’s car, when a hotel waiter hurried over.

"Carson Flores, Mr. Flores!"

Carson stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the approaching waiter: "What’s the matter?"

The waiter handed over a paper bag to Carson: "Mr. Flores, a lady asked me to give this to you."

Carson took the paper bag and glanced inside; there were two sandalwood boxes, neither very large. It was unclear what they contained.

Carson asked, "What’s the lady’s name?"

The waiter replied, "I don’t know."

Carson frowned slightly, "How old is she, and what does she look like?"

The waiter thought for a moment: "In her twenties, very beautiful, accompanied by a little girl about three or four years old."

Carson immediately knew who it was and nodded: "Thank you."

Carson flipped through the bag and found a note inside.

"Mr. Flores, thank you for saving my daughter. I have nothing to repay you with, so I send two small gifts as a token of my gratitude.

The first box contains a Divine Origin Pill, which can expand the meridians and significantly enhance strength. It is very suitable for Mr. Flores to use right now.

The second box holds my personal token. If Mr. Flores ever encounters an insurmountable difficulty, you can call the number below. With this token, you can contact me, and I will help you resolve an issue."

A cell phone number was written at the bottom of the note.

Carson took out his cellphone to record the number, then opened the boxes one by one.

The first box contained a blood-red pill the size of a pigeon egg. As soon as the box was opened, there seemed to be wisps of smoke swirling around the pill, making it look quite mystical.

Carson closed the box and opened the second one to see an Ancient Saber Coin with nine characters vigorously engraved on its surface with a sharp tool.

Carson examined the coin twice, but apart from its antiqueness, there didn’t seem to be anything special about it.

A personal token?

To help resolve a difficulty?

This woman’s confidence was immense; he wondered what her background was.

Carson placed the boxes into his travel bag before getting into the car.

Brock Rich followed suit, and the car immediately set off for the airport.

Carson and Brock Rich chatted casually. When the topic drifted to the Sects participating in the southwestern conference, Carson asked, "Mr. Rich, are there any guests at the southwestern conference who don’t stay at hotels?"

Brock Rich seemed a little confused: "Not staying at hotels? What do you mean?"

Carson replied, "The other day, I took a walk and found that the scenery was quite beautiful—there were even small waterfalls. There was also a little lodge by the side, where someone seemed to be staying. They appeared to be a conference guest with VIP treatment, so I just wondered."

Brock Rich’s gaze shifted subtly: "Perhaps the guest had some special circumstances and was thus given special accommodations."

Carson just grunted in acknowledgement and didn’t press further.

Instinct told him that the woman’s identity was no simple matter, and Brock Rich probably knew something. But since he had already responded that way, it would seem impolite to keep probing.

If this woman dared to make such an offer, she must have the means to back it up. If he indeed faced a serious problem in the future, it would give him an additional avenue for assistance.

The plane flew directly to Wushan City. Upon exiting the airport, a luxury sedan awaited them, which took everyone to the Rich Family’s opulent estate.

"Where is the patient?"

Brock Rich smiled: "No hurry, no rush. It’s been a bumpy journey; Mr. Flores, you should rest well tonight. We’ll discuss the treatment tomorrow."

As the host suggested, Carson naturally followed his lead. After a hearty meal, Carson returned to his room.

Seeing it was still early, and considering it was inappropriate to wander around as a guest, Carson simply took out the Divine Origin Pill and swallowed it.

There was nothing else to do, so why not cultivate?

And so he sat, the entire night through.

That night, Carson went through a great deal of pain, but the agony was strangely satisfying.

As his meridians expanded, he endured considerable pain, but once they were fully expanded, there was a relief like being deeply massaged by several strong men. The soreness gave way to a lightness, as if he had lost several pounds from his body.

The Gang Qi in Carson’s body, whether in terms of speed or volume, had greatly improved, and his overall strength had substantially increased.

If before the Gang Qi flowed like a babbling brook, now it surged like a mighty river—an incredibly pleasant feeling.

This Divine Origin Pill was truly miraculous.

His trip to the southwestern conference had indeed paid off big time.