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Zhou Zihan laid on Zhong Wentao's body. The man's sturdy chest gave her a kind of peace of mind that she had never experienced before. Although the two of them moved a little too intimately, she was still unwilling to let go of the feeling.

"Big Brother Zhong, you don't know, I still have to go to school in the future, I'm worried that they will stop me on the way, thinking about how scared I am …"

Zhou Zihan said as he hugged Zhong Wentao tightly.

Zhong Wentao's brows tightened, he hadn't thought of this, "Zihan, don't worry, I'll protect you everyday and ensure your safety."

Hearing that, Zhou Zihan immediately stopped crying, his fear became a lot calmer, and he smiled as he laid in Zhong Wentao's embrace: "I knew Big Brother Zhong would protect me."

Then she laughed softly.

"Then can you sleep in peace now?"

Zhong Wentao smiled.

Letting a mature and pure girl stick so close to him was still not a good idea.

After Zhong Wentao's soft consoling, Zhou Zihan then laid flat on the bed, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Seeing Zhou Zihan breathing smoothly as he entered into his sleep, he finally left the room.

As he sat cross-legged, Zhong Wentao prepared to continue cultivating. But at that moment, he could no longer meditate. The warm and sweet feeling from earlier lingered in his heart, unable to be dispelled.

"Break!"

Afterwards, he went all out and entered a state of cultivation.

After a night of cultivation, Zhong Wentao's soul had become much more stable and his meridians had become much stronger. In a short period of time, he would be able to completely create this body, and then, he would be able to enter the Qi Cultivation stage.

Cultivating the Qi Cultivating Foundation, one could cultivate the Primordial Spirit and the Aurous Core, and after going through the heavenly tribulation, one would be able to achieve the Dao of Immortal Ascension.

Of course, this process was extremely long.

"If that Dongxing Gang comes again, I'll make sure he never comes back!"

Zhong Wentao said coldly.

After washing up in the morning, he ate breakfast. "Zi Han, I'll escort you to school."

"Alright."

Zhou Zihan's face revealed a brilliant smile, he laughed and picked up his bag, and the two of them left the 'Ciji Hall'.

Zhou Zihan was nineteen, studying medicine at the 'Medical University' near the clinic.

Even though Old Man Zhou's medical skills were not good, he actually had a special relationship with Chinese medicine.

His father was once a famous master of traditional Chinese medicine, but an accident had caused him to die.

He really wanted to regain the glory of the 'Ciji Hall', but he was not a material of Chinese medicine so he placed his hopes on his daughter Zhou Zihan, hoping that he would be able to study Chinese medicine in the 'University of Medical Sciences'.

He hoped that his daughter would be able to achieve something in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Not long after he left, Zhou Zihan held onto the corner of Zhong Wentao's clothes nervously.

Seeing Zhou Zihan's flustered face, pity arose in Zhong Wentao's heart, and he immediately grabbed onto Zhou Zihan's small hand.

Zhou Zihan exclaimed softly. He was shocked and couldn't help but lower his head as he glanced at Zhong Wentao bashfully.

Actually, she had already had a good impression of Zhong Wentao. Yesterday, he displayed a miraculous medical skills and his tyrannical methods that made her respect him even more.

Standing with him, he felt an indescribable sense of security.

Now that she was stopped by Zhong Wentao, she felt joy in her heart.

At this time, there were quite a few people attending school, so the school entrance was bustling with activity.

When quite a few people saw the two of them, they began to secretly size them up. Some of them were even discussing them in whispers.

"Isn't that the Flower of the Chinese Medical Department, Zhou Zihan?"

"Who's the man next to her? Could it be her boyfriend? "

From time to time, the words they were discussing drifted into their ears.

After Zhou Zihan heard these strange sounds, his lips revealed a sweet smile, and his little hands held onto his tighter.

Just as the two were about to intimately enter the school, an ear-piercing and high-pitched voice sounded from behind them, "Zhou Zihan, what are you doing!?"

Zhong Wentao suddenly turned his head, only to see a young man with an oily and powdered face from a rich family walking out of a white BMW.

His green eyes were squinted, and he had combed his shiny back hair. He was dressed in designer clothes, which made him stand out in the crowd.

"Who is this man?"

The young man walked over and asked loudly with a questioning tone.

He stared at the two men's hands as they held each other's. Anger burned in his heart.

"Yang Guozhong, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Zihan was also a little angry, she grabbed onto Zhong Wentao's hand even more tightly.

"Brat, be sensible. This is the woman I like. "Let go of me!"

Yang Guozhong's mouth twitched, his eyes stared straight at Zhong Wentao as he roared at him.

"Which spring onion are you?"

Zhong Wentao said coldly, as he grabbed onto Zhou Zihan's hand without moving at all.

"Aiyo, you stinking brat, don't tell me you want to rob my, Yang Guozhong's, woman?"

Yang Guozhong pulled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to fight.

Upon hearing his shout, many onlookers appeared in the surroundings.

"Wa, Flawless Zhou Zihan is holding hands with someone."

"Yeah, that guy must be her boyfriend. "How come I've never seen it before?"

"Yang Guozhong has bitterly pursued Zhou Zihan for over a year now, and he has yet to hold hands with him. This brat immediately held hands with the faculty member. "

"Look at that man, all of his clothes are street vendors, his family is probably very ordinary, why didn't Zhou Zihan choose the rich Yang Guozhong, and chose a poor guy instead."

Yang Guozhong heard the discussion of the people at the side and was elated. He put on an arrogant look and said, "Brat, you should know your limits. Can you compete with me? My family is from a medical family in Songshan City, and my family has many outpatient pharmacies. We can earn several hundred thousand yuan every minute, what strength do you have to compete with me for a woman! "

Yang Guozhong was a brainless rich second generation, his words were extremely arrogant.

"Idiot!" I'm not wasting my time with you, ignorant child! "

Zhong Wentao glanced at him with contempt and said indifferently.

After which, he pulled Zhou Zihan and headed straight into the school.

"Stinking brat, you dare to scold me!"

Yang Guozhong's face was filled with anger, he pounced towards Zhong Wentao from the back, and grabbed onto Zhong Wentao's arm with one hand.

"Looking for trouble? I advise you not to cause any trouble! "

Zhong Wentao warned coldly, his cold Qi making Zhou Zihan a little afraid.

Yang Guozhong was so angry that his face was flushed red, and he clenched his fists as he punched at Zhong Wentao's face.

However, Zhong Wentao did not move an inch. With a grab, Yang Guozhong's fist landed in his hand. He wanted to pull away, but he was unable to move in the slightest.

"You arrogant young master of a rich family, if I don't give you a taste of my pain, you won't know how powerful I am!"

Zhong Wentao's right hand quickly slipped towards the three acupoints at Yang Guozhong's elbow.

His finger was infused with zhenqi and it landed on the acupoint as fast as lightning.

At the same time, with a pinch of his hand, Yang Guozhong's hand made a 'kacha' sound and directly snapped!

Yang Guozhong immediately let out a miserable scream: "Ah!"

He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely.

"Hmph, you deserve it!"

Zhong Wentao said coldly.

Yang Guozhong had a sullen look on his face as his left hand supported his drooping right hand. He was slightly afraid, and in that instant, his own hand was broken by the brat in front of him.

"Ah, that kid is so powerful!"

"Is that a technique used to point points on television?"

"Wow, no wonder the faculty likes him. It seems like he's not simple!"

Yang Guozhong who hated Zhong Wentao to the point that he gritted his teeth had a face full of fear.

With that, he ran off gloomily.

Actually, he didn't know that Zhong Wentao had already touched his elbow and pressed three of his important acupoints.

Which is to say, if he had not opened up the acupoints, even if Yang Guozhong's right hand was completely crippled, no one would be able to connect it.

"Let's go."

Zhong Wentao held tightly onto Zhou Zihan's small hand, and continued to walk towards the campus.

The students by his side all looked at him with envy, causing Zhou Zihan's heart to feel sweet. She shyly lowered her head, and leaned even closer to Zhong Wentao.

"Zi Han, so you're a beauty."

Zhong Wentao smiled.

Zi Han's rosy cheeks became even cuter, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"Zhou Zihan, your boyfriend is so amazing! He's so jealous of us!"

Seeing the shocking scene just now, a few students giggled.

"Disgusting, don't spout nonsense."

Zhou Zihan immediately ran over to hit them, looking extremely embarrassed. He turned around and shouted at Zhong Wentao: "Big Brother Zhong, remember to pick me up after school in the afternoon."

"Wow, everyone is here to pick you up and send you off. You're all so sweet."

The students roared with laughter.

Zhong Wentao only chuckled and turned towards the Ciji Hall.

Just as he reached the entrance of Ciji Hall, Old Man Zhou wiped his sweat and ran over hurriedly with an anxious expression on his face: "Wen Tao, quickly come with me."

"Where to?"

Zhong Wentao had a face full of hesitation.

Old Man Zhou did not care that much and immediately grabbed his hand. "This matter is urgent, don't ask so much! I'll tell you when we get in the car. "

The two of them went out and stopped a taxi. "My brother called me and told me that he was in the First People's Hospital of Songshan City. His son fought with someone and hurt his right kidney. Their whole family was in chaos. Help me take a look. "

Soon, the taxi arrived at the First People's Hospital of Songshan City. The distance between them wasn't too far, about three to four miles.

"Hurry, hurry! My nephew is about to be sent to the operation room!"

Old Man Zhou was fat, but very agile. He quickly pulled Zhong Wentao to the entrance of the operation room.

On the bed beside him, a pale young man in his twenties could be seen lying on the bed, groaning in pain.

He was Old Man Zhou's nephew, Zhou Zilong.