C101

The atmosphere in the dorm was very bad. Zheng Yu looked as if he wanted to eat someone, Zhong Wentao also seemed to be silent, a calm air flowed between the two of them, making them feel even more awkward.

After realising that this kind of confrontation was useless, Zheng Yu also went to bed and quietly read his book.

He was already used to it, but he didn't think that Zhong Wentao could endure it more than he did.

Three hours later, Zheng Yu unwillingly got off the bed. He had not even flipped a single page of the book he was reading, and instead, Zhong Wentao had almost finished reading the entire book.

Three hours of inaction, for Zheng Yu, was nothing but torture.

He really admired Zhong Wentao for being able to keep up a posture, to the point where he could only flip through the books without making any other small movements.

In the independent bathroom, he didn't even care about getting his hands dirty.

After casually shaking it off, Zheng Yu decided to move forward step by step.

Zhong Wentao disliked him, and that was not something that could be resolved in a short time.

He regretted that prank call earlier, and had Zhong Wentao see through his identity. Otherwise, they might not be so embarrassed.

As he opened the door, he saw that Zhong Wentao had disappeared from his bed before he could even think about it.

Taking advantage of his absence, Zhong Wentao actually left!

The shoes were still on the ground and Zhong Wentao just left like that?

Zheng Yu stood there in a daze, and couldn't react for a long time. How did Zhong Wentao leave?

When he was inside, he did not hear a thing. Could it be that Zhong Wentao had some sort of special ability?

Pine City.

After Zhong Wentao left the association, he came here.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a while, and Wang Zhanhai looked even more resolute now.

"This is all thanks to your thousand-year blood ginseng. You don't have to say, just a tiny bit of it, and I already feel like I've returned to my youth."

Pulling Zhong Wentao's hand, Wang Zhanhai kept praising Xue Geng, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

He had also used a method to make Yang Hao lose a Snow Ginseng, and had been rather busy lately, to the point of him forgetting the existence of Snow Ginseng.

"Stinking brat, you must watch over that thing. Who knows when Yang Hao will take it back."

Wang Zhanhai lowered his voice and softly said, a bit of a warning.

He quickly nodded, as he naturally wouldn't let Yang Hao take him back.

It's just that Bai Shiyun was so powerful, he was still a little worried about Bai Minggang's situation.

If Bai Shiyun didn't ask for his help, they could only look for Wang Zhanhai. The person who was most clear of Bai Shiyun's situation was only the Wang Zhanhai in front of them.

"Don't look at me, I don't know anything."

There was nothing worth three hundred silver taels here. Wang Zhanhai regretted it after he finished speaking.

He was clearly in a hurry to let everyone know that he and Bai Shiyun were in contact everyday, and he couldn't even tell Zhong Wentao about it.

"She's good enough. I came to find you for another reason. I need your help."

Zhong Wentao was extremely serious as he looked at Wang Zhanhai seriously, causing the website to become a little nervous.

He swallowed and asked, "What is it?"

It is said that the two of you are very close, so you should know where the previous President of the Chinese Medical Association is, right?

He had a nagging feeling that the President's departure wasn't because of Yang Hao's design, but because the President had already planned to leave. If not, how could the President be kicked off the stage right after Yang Hao entered the Chinese Medical Association?

There must be a connection.

"Don't ask me what you're not supposed to ask."

In an instant, the Qi around Wang Zhanhai's body changed.

It became very powerful, even a bit oppressive.

This was the imposing manner that he accumulated for many years in Chinese medicine, and even Zhong Wentao was suppressed by him.

"Even if you don't tell me now, I will find out sooner or later."

He couldn't help but feel that the Former President had a lot to do with him entering the Chinese Medical Association.

However, he had never seen this Former President before in Zhong Wentao's memories.

Just when had their origins started?

"Senior apprentice-brother …"

"Let's go to hell together … "Senior apprentice-brother …"

The voice of his junior sister suddenly resounded in his mind, giving him a splitting headache.

She gritted her teeth and endured, not wanting Wang Zhanhai to see through her.

He had to do everything in his power to protect his identity, and he couldn't even tell those closest to him.

"What's the matter with you?"

Looking at the huge beads of sweat hitting the tea table, Wang Zhanhai realized that it was difficult for him not to notice that something was amiss with Zhong Wentao.

His face looked calm, but his entire body was stiff.

He was dripping with cold sweat. Clearly, something had happened.

"I... "I'm fine. It's just a punishment …"

He silently endured.

When his junior apprentice sister died, there was a trace of resentment that lingered around him, and it had grown even more over the last five hundred years.

In the beginning, it had only been a simple pain, but now, the pain was only growing more intense. He was going to be tortured to insanity by his own inner demon and resentment.

"No, I have to call someone over."

Wang Zhanhai was worried, and quickly left the room. He kept having the feeling that Zhong Wentao was going through a lot of pain.

When he finally brought his people back in a hurry, Zhong Wentao was no longer there.

There was nothing but some sweat on the coffee table.

"Dean, have you been having trouble resting recently?"

Li Hanyan walked in from outside with concern.

Just as Wang Zhanhai had said, Zhong Wentao was in excruciating pain. How could he possibly drag such a body away?

It was likely that Wang Zhanhai's mental pressure had been too great lately and he had hallucinated.

" Ha … "Hah …"

In a secluded area behind the north building of the hospital, Zhong Wentao sat on the ground and panted heavily, while the pain continued to spread.

This time, the situation was even worse than before. He even thought that he was going to die.

This wasn't caused by her junior apprentice sister's anger, there must be another reason.

The little junior sister hated him, but she also loved him. She would not have the heart to torture him like this, and the only possibility was that there were other secrets in his body that he had yet to discover.

"Zhong Wentao, who exactly are you?!"

He wanted to ask the owner of this body what exactly was hidden in it!

During this period of pain, he tried his best to recall the original memories of his body. He always felt that something had been sealed, and no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to break through it.

After an unknown period of time, Zhong Wentao's clothes were already drenched in sweat.

He slowly stood up from the ground, intending to leave first.

Walking slowly along the sidewalk, several motorcycles whizzed past him, racing through the day, the noise ringing in his ears, only making him feel more miserable.

Ye Zichen shook his head and sighed with emotion at the youthful vigor of these people.

In the next second, the motorcycle that was leading the group crashed into a small car.

The man on the motorcycle was sent flying. The helmet on his head fell off the moment he landed. In this kind of situation, he flipped a few more times before falling heavily onto the ground.

All the surrounding vehicles stopped. The scene was extremely chaotic.

The motorcyclists left quickly, without even calling for an ambulance for their companions.

Zhong Wentao immediately called the police and called an ambulance. He took off the clothes that were in his way and rushed to his side.

"Everyone retreat!"

Kneeling in the middle of the road, Zhong Wentao shouted loudly.

He had to save the patient first, or else the ambulance would miss its best time.

"Hey, can you hear me? Wake up, don't sleep! "

As Zhong Wentao checked the pulse of the patient, he also communicated with the patient. If he could understand the patient well, then it would at least prove that the injury was not serious.

The patient did not answer. The whites of his eyes were rolled up, and his breathing was weak.

Pressing the fingers on each of the acupoints, first blood in the abdomen, fractured ribs, breathing problems in the lungs … The small wounds on his arms and legs hurt a little, but Zhong Wentao ignored them all and only carefully checked if there was any movement in his internal organs.

The Golden Sore Medicine was something he carried around with him. Sprinkling it on all the bleeding wounds wouldn't cause a man to become any weaker.

While he was waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Zhong Wentao had a good understanding of the patient's condition. The situation was not looking good, if he did not operate on it in time, then maybe his life would be far away.

"Scram."

He coldly berated the ghosts that surrounded the man.

These ghosts would have long been impatient. If not for Zhong Wentao, they would have fought to the death and taken over this body, expelling the originally weak souls.

This was also the reason why many people would have a drastic change in personality after experiencing life and death. Most people thought that they had seen through the difference in life and death.

The truth was that in a life or death situation, the soul would be replaced, and the person would be reborn as another person.

The spirits were naturally unsatisfied with Zhong Wentao's obstruction. They could tell that Zhong Ming had used this method to obtain their current bodies, so why did he stop them?

Zhong Wentao did not speak, he closed his eyes and chanted an incantation in a low voice.

The surrounding ghosts seemed to have encountered something terrifying. They all retreated, not daring to move forward.

This was one of the defensive spells, used to protect oneself and the people around them from evil spirits.

An invisible aura surrounded him and the patient. This aura could scare away ghosts and souls, which was why it was able to force them to quickly retreat.

It didn't take long for the ambulance and the police to feel it.

The police cordoned off the scene and the ambulance carried the patient up.

As an outsider, Zhong Wentao had wanted to follow along and see the patient's condition, but he was rejected by the nurses, leaving him behind.

Looking at the blood all over his body, he shook his head helplessly.

"Sir, it's best for you to find a place to take a good bath. That look will cause people to mistake you for a murderer, making it harder for us to enforce the law."

The policemen at the scene laughed and made fun of him. However, he only smiled and did not say anything.

It's just that Zhong Wentao's heart was still a little heavy, and he felt that he couldn't just leave like this.

After simply examining the patient, he felt that there was something strange in his abdomen. It was soft, not very big, and it felt a little like a tumor.

It was hidden very deeply and very covertly.

If his technique was not good enough, he would not be able to touch that thing.