Chapter 41: Wandering Healer, Master of All Maladies

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Old Wang gave a subtle signal.
Excited, Gabe quickly lay on the bed, pretending his legs were broken.
Robbie took a deep breath, trying to adjust his mood to something less cheerful, though it was difficult… Then he went to open the door.
Skye leaned against the wall, playing with her phone, flashing a V sign at Old Wang, meaning “Everything you told me to do is done, no need to worry about anyone checking.”
Old Wang nodded with a smile, giving a thumbs up.
He thought, surely they couldn’t eat Kang Shi Fu noodles in front of outsiders, especially with the now-popular Lao Gan Ma sauce. It wasn’t just about manners—what if someone took a liking to it? Should he refuse, or just hand it over?
Lao Gan Ma was expensive, and Kang Shi Fu wasn’t cheap either!
If it weren’t for the fact that Los Angeles had the oldest Chinatown in America, where you could find almost anything from back home, he might not even have been able to buy them…
Especially the dried bamboo shoots with braised pork noodles and shredded pork with snow bamboo shoots noodles; these were Old Wang’s favorites, with their fresh bamboo flavor, reminding him of the good times on Misty Island and Pandaria.
The door opened.
Two people appeared at the entrance.
A man and a woman.
One tall, one short.
One with a warm, friendly smile; the other cold and expressionless.
Fire and ice—man fiery, woman icy; tall and short, complementing each other. It was truly a perfect pairing.
Old Wang glanced at them, deeply admiring the dedication of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents:
They’re this injured and still working?
Doesn’t it hurt?
Of course, on the surface, everything seemed normal; you couldn’t tell they were hurt at all. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents’ disguise was highly professional.
“Mr. Robbie Reyes?”
The man was polite, his smile amiable: “I am Agent Phil Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. This is Agent Melinda May. We have some questions for you and your brother, regarding your uncle Eli.”
They displayed their credentials.
“Could you repeat that?” Robbie looked a bit confused.
Though it wasn’t his first time hearing the name, it was so long he couldn’t truly remember it!
“You’re not the first to say that… Well, you can call us ‘S.H.I.E.L.D.’”
Coulson kept a courteous smile, glancing into the apartment, pausing for two seconds each on Old Wang and Skye: “These two are…? I’m afraid we can’t have outsiders present during our conversation.”
“This is Mr. Wang, and this is Miss Skye,” Robbie replied, without elaborating. The less said, the better; it was best to let these two handle themselves.
“Gabe’s legs are broken, Mr. Reyes asked me to come for a medical consultation. Miss Skye is my assistant… Well, you chat, we’ll go out for a walk.”
Old Wang rubbed his stomach, taking the chance to go out for a meal.
He glanced at Robbie: Buddy, keep up your act!
“Wait.”
Melinda May, who had stayed silent, suddenly stared at Old Wang and asked, “Mr. Wang, are you Chinese?”

“My heart is Chinese, my nationality is American… I was born in an orphanage in New York’s Chinatown.” Old Wang stopped, speaking in Mandarin.
“I’m sorry,” Melinda said, her face showing no sign of apology.
Though orphans evoked sympathy, and fellow countrymen brought a touch of “meeting an old friend in a foreign land,” as an American-born Chinese whose Mandarin was not fluent and a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she cared more about Old Wang’s identity: “Mr. Wang, are you a doctor? Orthopedics? You don’t look over twenty—are you a medical student?”
“A wandering healer, just turned eighteen.”
Old Wang pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Melinda: “If you need me, my prices are fair—I don’t cheat children or the elderly… And rest assured, I don’t bully women either.”
If you have the guts, try bullying me… Melinda took the card, glanced at it, her expression odd.
“What does it say?” Coulson leaned over, his face darkening.
It was in Chinese characters—he didn’t recognize a single one…
This was America!
Even if you’re from Chinatown, do you only do business with your own people?
“Family secret recipe, specializing in bruises, infertility, endocrine disorders, broken arms and legs, back pain, leg pain, all-over pain, frequent urination, urgent urination, incomplete urination… and various difficult cases. Below is the name, phone number, and address.” Melinda translated.
Coulson: “……”
Why not just say you cure everything!
Young people talk big.
Melinda thought for a moment, then asked, “Mr. Wang, how much do you know about Chinese mythology? For example… Kunlun?”
Coulson looked at Melinda in surprise.
You suspect he’s the Iron Fist of Kunlun?
That’s impossible. Agent Romanoff said that to reach the level of Kunlun’s Iron Fist, you have to be at least forty or fifty, maybe even seventy or eighty.
So you think he might know Iron Fist?
That makes sense.
Iron Fist broke into prison and took Eli away.
Robbie is Eli’s nephew.
This Mr. Wang is at Robbie’s home.
There might be some unknown connection, like Mr. Wang being from Kunlun, or related to Iron Fist…
“Kunlun? It’s a mountain.”
Old Wang shrugged: “Orphanages don’t teach these things. I don’t know much. You could buy a book of Chinese myths or watch National Geographic… Can I go now?”
“Thank you for your cooperation, you may go,” Coulson said with a smile.
Old Wang and Skye left.
“Wang, aren’t you worried?”
After walking about fifty meters, Skye lowered her voice: “S.H.I.E.L.D. showed up, and Melinda clearly suspects you!”
“It’s expected. If they couldn’t track us, why would S.H.I.E.L.D. get more funding than the CIA or FBI each year?”
Old Wang looked unconcerned: “Eli broke out of prison; S.H.I.E.L.D. targeting Robbie is normal, and checking on us is just incidental. Alright, stop worrying, let’s get something to eat.”

“And then?” Skye felt Old Wang was just too unconcerned.
She didn’t know, he was now confident because his cheat had been found.
No more need for caution!
In this world, connections, wealth, and power are important, but in the Marvel universe, strength is even more crucial.
Old Wang had strength.
As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t decide to kill him at any cost, he wouldn’t die.
What was there to fear!
Egghead was crafty, Coulson tolerant and kind; S.H.I.E.L.D.’s real priority now was their conflict with Hydra.
Under such circumstances, they wouldn’t offend anyone lightly, especially those hard to deal with!
Yesterday Old Wang made Hydra take the blame, and one purpose was exactly this.
Stir up the waters,
then fish in muddy water.
“And then? Watch a movie, get a hotel… I can’t stay at Robbie’s place, it’s not convenient.”
Old Wang laughed, looking east: “Then, we should head back to New York… After so long, those old men and women must be missing me.”
“They’re missing your medical skills,” Skye laughed as well.


Half an hour later.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Reyes. If Eli contacts you, please notify us immediately.” Coulson rose to leave.
“I will.” Robbie forced a smile and closed the door.
Coulson and Melinda walked fifty meters away and got into a red sports car.
As Coulson started the engine, he asked, “May, what do you think?”
“Robbie and Gabe’s expressions were off. They’re hiding something from us, and Eli has likely been in contact with them.”
Melinda frowned: “Something else is odd. Half a month ago, Robbie and Gabe were attacked by the Fifth Street Gang. Gabe’s legs were broken, but Robbie was unharmed, which is improbable… The hospital staff said that when Robbie brought Gabe in, he didn’t have a single burn—very strange.”
Coulson nodded, “That’s a suspicious point. Anything else?”
Melinda stared at the business card in her hand: “Skye was a bit nervous. Mr. Wang’s expressions and actions were all natural—either nothing’s wrong, or he’s an Oscar-winning actor. I think we should investigate further.”
“I’m afraid we don’t have time, and I believe everything he said was true, but definitely not the whole truth. Investigating won’t yield much.”
Coulson raised his communicator: “The Director wants us to report back to headquarters immediately. Also, the Director is planning an operation against Hydra!”