Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 822 - 825: Orphanage

Next Sunday, Guo Man will visit an orphanage in the Jiuzhou City District.

Guo Man will be accompanied by three bodyguards, all women, trained overseas in special forces and recently returned.

The manager of the Natural Treasures Group, Liang Chao, will also be there. It’s very likely he will cause trouble for Guo Man or complicate matters in some way.

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In the darkness, Xia Liu glanced at the information and smiled faintly.

Perfect. Truly an opportunity delivered effortlessly—Guo Man actually plans to come to Jiuzhou City District.

My chance has arrived.

Jiuzhou City District is the most remote and impoverished area. Guo Man is set to visit the orphanage there.

How fitting. As described, her compassion is beyond reproach.

Only families of such caliber can nurture heirs who are this genuinely charitable.

Free from financial strain, their brand of charity indeed wins hearts effortlessly.

After taking one last look at Guo Man’s photo, Xia Liu deleted both the information and the photo.

At dawn, Zhao Qian woke up and hurriedly left home.

He left a sticky note on the television:

"Brother Xia Liu, take it easy today. I should be back around 3 p.m., and then I’ll go with you to find work."

Holding the sticky note in his hand, Xia Liu felt a wave of warmth in his heart.

To meet such a hospitable friend in a foreign place—it must be fate.

If Xia Liu were just another migrant worker, he might see this brother as someone to rely on for life.

But Xia Liu’s path is different from Zhao Qian’s. Their meeting is transient.

After tidying up, Xia Liu went to one of the larger supermarkets in Jiuzhou City District to buy some snacks and study supplies.

He then rode a motorbike to the place known as Little Red Riding Hood Orphanage.

Seeing the kind-hearted young man walking into the orphanage carrying bags of items, many children silently watched him.

For the teachers, Xia Liu was an unfamiliar face, making them somewhat uneasy.

After chatting for a while, however, both the orphanage teachers and the director felt reassured by Xia Liu.

It wasn’t until after two in the afternoon that Xia Liu finally left the orphanage.

He handed Director Song several crumpled HKD bills before dragging his lonely figure away.

"What a caring person. Judging by his appearance, he doesn’t seem to be wealthy," remarked one of the teachers.

"True. It would be wonderful if more kind-hearted people came forward; otherwise, we won’t be able to sustain this place."

"Sigh, it’s so disheartening. The higher-ups in Harbor City don’t care about people like us…"

After Xia Liu left, both the teachers and Director Song could only sigh repeatedly.

Returning to the rented apartment, Xia Liu saw Zhao Qian there, preparing dinner.

He was washing vegetables, slicing a small piece of pork into strips.

"Xia Liu, wash your hands and wait a bit—dinner will be ready in ten minutes," Zhao Qian called out.

"Alright," Xia Liu replied.

Xia Liu didn’t offer to help since the small kitchen was cramped to the point of overflowing. Adding anyone else—not a woman—would be impossible.

The meal was simple, and Zhao Qian treated Xia Liu with utmost courtesy.

Xia Liu, in turn, responded with more restraint, eating only a bowl of white rice and nibbling on a few vegetables.

Eventually, he found an excuse to tone down Zhao Qian’s excessive enthusiasm.

Given Xia Liu’s current cultivation level, going ten or even fifteen days without food wouldn’t affect him.

With his Divine Sense, nature’s spiritual energy becomes his sustenance. As long as his Inner Spirit Energy isn’t depleted, his vitality remains boundless.

Should his Divine Sense persist, then he could withstand countless ages untarnished.

After the meal, Zhao Qian took Xia Liu to check the nearby industrial areas within Jiuzhou City District.

Ultimately, nothing stood out as promising.

As nightfall approached, Zhao Qian had no choice but to give up the day’s plans.

"Xia Liu, why don’t you try Harbor City tomorrow? You might find better opportunities there," he suggested thoughtfully while standing by the window, smoking a cheap cigarette that cost five HKD per pack.

"That sounds good, but I’d rather go on my own, Brother Zhao. Don’t worry about me," Xia Liu replied, inhaling deeply and exhaling smoke clouded by traces of worry and irritation.

"Alright. I won’t underestimate you. A soldier back from the special forces—your future is boundless," Zhao Qian remarked.

Reflecting on today’s futile job search for Xia Liu, Zhao Qian felt like slapping himself.

Damn it—I should’ve taken Xia Liu straight to Harbor City.

With his striking looks and a background as a retired special forces soldier, finding work should’ve been a breeze.

But without credentials, landing a technician role in a major company probably wouldn’t be possible.

If he had connections, though, Xia Liu could easily join the police special forces or other high-caliber positions requiring exceptional operational skills.

"Ah, Brother Zhao’s days are packed full. If his career picks up and he gets himself a girlfriend, he’ll truly be living the dream," Xia Liu stated.

"We both need to keep pushing forward. Us mainlanders wouldn’t give up without a fight," Zhao Qian replied.

"Absolutely!"

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The two spoke at great length before retreating to their respective rooms for rest.

Every morning, Zhao Qian skips breakfast while heading out to Harbor City.

It takes over an hour and a half by bus—one hour plus thirty minutes—with no stops along the direct route to the central terminal.

The distance between Harbor City and Jiuzhou City speaks for itself.

Just as the day before, Xia Liu went to the supermarket to buy toys, notebooks, pencil cases, and snacks.

Seeing Xia Liu carrying bags full of items once again, the orphanage teachers were stunned.

Yesterday, they were convinced Xia Liu might have been a one-day wonder.

Today, he showed up again—and with even more supplies. He truly seems like a compassionate soul.

Yesterday, before leaving, he even donated several hundred HKD.

Several hundred HKD in Jiuzhou City District is enough to rent low-income housing for an entire month.

His generosity—whether driven by compassion or ulterior motives—left the orphanage staff speculating.

"Hello, Mr. Xia. I spoke briefly with you yesterday," said Director Song, a middle-aged woman in her forties, stepping forward.

Seeing her, Xia Liu nodded. "Good afternoon, Director Song. I remember our conversation from yesterday."

"Mr. Xia, would you mind sharing the reason for your visit here?"

Director Song was mainly concerned that Xia Liu might have hidden intentions behind his actions.

In times like these, you never know people’s true motives—precautions are necessary.

"Well…"

"Is there an issue?" Director Song’s curiosity deepened as she noticed Xia Liu hesitate.

"No, it’s just that…I miss children," Xia Liu admitted.

As he spoke, spiritual energy surged within his eyes, briefly turning his pupils bloodshot.

"What? Are you alright?"

Noticing Xia Liu’s abrupt shift in demeanor—a mix of forlorn intensity—Director Song softened her tone.

"My ex-wife took our child away. I miss him greatly. I heard they moved to Harbor City, but I don’t even know where to start looking for them," Xia Liu confessed.

"My child is only two years old. I worry whether he’s suffering. I’ve failed as a father…"

"I’m sorry, Mr. Xia—for everything you’ve been through,"

Moved by Xia Liu’s transition from intensity to despair, Director Song—despite her age—couldn’t help but feel her eyes mist up.

"Please don’t worry about it, Director Song. A fortune teller once told me that one day I’ll surely find them…"