646 The Growing Mountain

Fizz! The spurting blood made noise in the flame. It gave off a unique taste and stank like a fish that rotting in summer.

"Thank you brother," the man in black said.

"Thankfully I came in time, or you would have died there," the man in a long coat said. "You have only been practicing for a short time. The medicine has been in the skin and the muscles. But, you haven't practiced the viscera and marrow. Let me help you."

The injured young man untied his clothes, revealing his upper body. By the fire, it was faintly visible that his skin was strangely blue and black. There were some scars in many places like it had been scalded with boiling water. There were also many bleeding wounds on his chest and abdomen. The blood flowed very slowly.

The man in the long coat took out a small round medicine box and opened it. It held a dark green ointment. He dug out a little and wiped it on the other man's wounds.

Blood leaked from the wounds as soon as ointment was applied. Quickly, the bleeding stopped.

"The cut given by the old man was full of strength," the man in the long coat said. "He is not weak in martial arts. Your viscera were hurt, so you need medical attention. Otherwise, it may lead to chronic disease."

"Brother, I want to try again," the man in black said with no reconciliation.

"You are eager to seek success by the medical martial arts, but the foundation is unstable," the man in in the long coat said. "Now, the toxins are deposited in the body. Under the suppression of master's secret medicine, everything can be alright for a while. But, it will not work for a long time. You have to go back as soon as possible. It is never too late to get revenge after your recover."

"Brother, I can't wait," the man in black said.

"Well, I will accompany you," the man in the long coat said after thinking a moment. "Take this medicine. You only have seven days. Whether you succeed or not, you must go back with me."

"Yes," the man in black said.

Crackle! The flame was burning. It eventually turned into ashes. By dawn, the abandoned villa was hollow with no sign of people.

…

In a villa somewhere in the Dao…

"Master, is Hao alright?" Mr. Lin asked.

"He's out of danger," Sun Zhengrong said.

"Who was the other man that came later?" Mr. Lin asked.

The man's movements had been extremely fast. It was obvious his actions did not take all his effort. His achievement in martial arts were high.

"I am afraid that he is from a certain secret school of Miao Territory," Master Gu said.

"Secret school, what do you mean?" Mr. Lin asked.

"I vaguely saw something hanging around his waist," Master Gu said. "It looked to be the mark of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine in Miao Territory."

"Thousands of Medicine Valley?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

They had never heard of the name.

"Oh, that you do not know the name is normal," Master Gu said. "I also accidentally heard it from others that there is such a school in Miao Territory. You may know one person, the King Pharmacist, Wu San."

"Yeah, we know him. He enjoys his great reputation," Sun Zhengrong said. "Is he from the Valley of Thousands?"

If that was the case, it would be big trouble.

The King Pharmacist in the Miao Territory enjoyed great reputation and produced remarkable effects. It was not a good idea to be against him.

"He supposedly used to stay there for a while, so he could be seen as a half apprentice of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine," Master Gu said.

"This is amazing," Mr. Lin said.

"Well, in fact, the outside world rarely knows about them," Master Gu said. "Compared with a school, it is more like a relatively closed village. The rules there are very strict. They do not like to communicate with the outside world."

"Do they use poison?" Sun Zhengrong asked.

"Excellently," Master Gu said.

Geez! Sun Zhengrong took a breath. He didn't know how the young man who fled came in contact with the Miao's secret school, but it was undoubtedly a huge threat. A dangerous person was totally different or not on the same level of a dangerous person with a strong background.

"Thank you Master," Sun Zhengrong said.

"You are too polite," Master Gu said. "Be careful. Although the people in these secret schools rarely implicate themselves in worldly matters, they are difficult to cope with for their weird tempers."

After Master Gu went to rest, Sun Zhengrong called Mr. Lin to the study.

"Master, this is vexing," Mr. Lin said.

"Zhao Yinghao must die," Sun Zhengrong said relentlessly. "As Master Gu said, we have to prepare to be enemies with them. Go and ask about that place, but be careful."

"I will do it right away," Mr. Lin said.

"Oh, unfortunately, Gu Chunchi knows nothing about martial arts," Sun Zhengrong said.

"Yeah, I saw that the person who came last night had great achievements in martial arts," Mr. Lin said. "He was also good at using poison. It is really tricky."

…

Among sinister gangs in Dao, the underground award for Zhao Yinghao was up to $50 million, which was not small at all. Moreover, it was hard to find him or provide information. As long as they caught the man, the award could be obtained no matter if he was alive or dead.

"Brother, I heard that Family Sun would increase the award, is it right?" a man asked.

"No matter whether it was increased, we have to try," another man said. "Is your news reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable," the first man said.

"Immediately take action if you see him," the second man said. "It doesn't matter if he is alive or dead."

…

In an underground parking lot somewhere in Dao …

"What happened, how did these people find us?" Two men, one in a hooded coat and one in a long coat, looked at the three people falling on the ground. It was the third wave that morning. They were like worms attached to a skeleton.

"The old man Sun Zhengrong's offered an underground award of $50 million for finding me, no matter if I am alive or dead," Zhao Yinghao said.

"Wow, younger brother, you are so valuable," the man in the long coat said. "Hey, I have an idea!"

"What idea? Shouldn't it be tying me up and sending me to him?" Zhao Yinghao said.

"Exactly. Think about it. Your enemy is the richest man in this place, and he must be protected strictly," the man in the long coat said. "As you saw it last night, it's very difficult to be close to him. Since he has already offered an underground award, why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to take the initiative."

"Well, it is a good idea," Zhao Yinghao said.

As they were talking, another wave of people came. "Go!"

With the help of modern network monitoring equipment, they had been discovered. Everyone was looking for them.

"This plan doesn't seem practicable," the man in the long coat said. "I will go to his home tonight."

"The security must be tight. I'm sure they are waiting for us," Zhao Yinghao said.

"You are not reconciled, are you? Go and see, I will bring him something special," the man in the long coat said.

…

On Nanshan Hill surrounded by clouds, some trees were faintly visible. There was a man standing on the mountain alongside a dog.

"Sanxian, this mountain is indeed high." Wang Yao talked to the dog next to him.

He discovered the height difference in the place where Nanshan and Dongshan connected. It was caused by the elevation of the terrain. During this period, he felt that the peaks under the foot of the mountain moved strangely. He thought it might be growing, and doing so at a fast rate.

"Is it related to the spirit gathering battle array?" Wang Yao wondered aloud.

In the morning, there were seven patients and their family members in the clinic. This time, they were a bit noisy. One of the patients was seriously ill with a terrible headache, but he had later. His son was strong and tall. He wanted to jump the queue, which naturally upset the people who had been waiting before them. As a result, they argued, which eventually upgraded to an affray.

"Stop!" Wang Yao yelled. The man's son stopped immediately. After all, he had come to seek medical attention.

"Line up. Otherwise, go," Wang Yao said seriously.

"Doctor, my dad has a terrible headache," the man's son said. "Please could you give him a check first? That person doesn't seem to have a big problem in my view."

"Are you a doctor or am I? Your father's illness is not a serious problem for a while. Wait," Wang Yao said.

"This..." The man's son took a deep breath and held in his anger. He on a chair to wait.

His father was old and suffered from a serious headache. His brows were knitted together.

"Dad, please bear it for a while," the man's son said.

"Please see this old man first. I can wait," a middle-aged woman said.

"Thank you," the man's son said.

The old man's headache was caused by moisture and heat entering the head. Wang Yao stopped the headache at once via acupuncture. He gave him two doses of medical soups for clearing heat toxins and eliminating dampness.

"Go home and rest," Wang Yao said.

"Oh, OK. Thank you doctor," the man said.

"I'm sorry!" The man's son encountered the person he had argued with outside the door and took the initiative to apologize.

"Forget it." The man waved his hand and didn't say anything more.

After seeing all the patients in the morning, Wang Yao stayed alone in the clinic to think.