"No, I'm fine on Dongshan Mountain," Zhong Liuchuan replied.

He was an easily contented man. In the section bordering Dongshan Mountain, although the spiritual energy was not as strong as Nanshan Hill, it still existed. In his opinion, it was already very good.

"It's up to you." w.a.n.g Yao did not insist. "Let's go to the top of the hill and take a look."

It was cool and breezy at the top.

"Wow, it's good to be on top," Zhong Liuchuan said. "No wonder you are willing to stay on the mountain. This is indeed a good place to practice."

"Yes," w.a.n.g Yao said.

The reason he could have such good self-cultivation was inseparable from a good cultivation environment. That was why those monks were willing to stay in Lingshan Holy Land.

"It's quite late, Sir," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I shall go down the hill now."

"Alright," w.a.n.g Yao said.

Zhong Liuchuan went down the hill by himself. He unconsciously looked back after he pa.s.sed the herbal field. He felt that the trees near him were shaking constantly in the dark, but he couldn't see what was inside clearly. He felt dizzy.

It's a battle array!

He was shocked and turned his head away quickly. He only breathed normally after a few deep breaths, which also removed the uncomfortable feeling.

Zhong Liuchuan was impressed. w.a.n.g Yao had just now told him about the battle array. It was a layer of defensive means on the hill. In addition to it, there was the strange fragrance of flowers. As soon as he approached, he felt dizzy, nausea, heartbeat acceleration, and shortness of breath.

At the time, w.a.n.g Yao had forgotten about the array. He had given Zhong Liuchuan some medicine to ease his discomfort.

The array was one layer of defense. There was also the lion-like dog and a big eagle. This hill was not accessible to ordinary people.

After descending the hill, Zhong Liuchuan looked back and saw that the road behind him had become blurred. He wondered, Still the battle array?

Looking at all the trees, there was only one path to Nanshan Hill that was hidden. There was a unique way to identify it. If he just went in without knowing, he could easily get lost.

"Brother, why are you back so late today?" Zhong Anxin asked.

"I went to the hills and talked to Dr. w.a.n.g," Zhong Liuchuan said.

"You were meeting him at this time?" she asked.

"When I went out, I met him by chance," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I went to Nanshan Hill with him."

"You went to Nanshan Hill?" Zhong Anxin asked excitedly. "What does it look like?"

"Why are you so excited?" her brother asked.

"I've heard from the villagers that there are very precious herbs at the top of Nanshan Hill and that it is quite strange up there," Zhong Anxin replied. "Those who go up are very p.r.o.ne to injuries. I've heard that several people have died, and the villagers no longer dare to go up the hill anymore."

"Really? When did you hear about these things?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.

"I heard it by chance," Zhong Anxin said. "What was the hill like?"

"It was very conducive to practice," Zhong Liuchuan said. "There were a lot of precious herbs planted there, so it is especially valued by Dr. w.a.n.g."

After thinking about it for a moment, he said. "You should keep this to yourself. You can't tell anyone about it."

"I got it, Brother," Zhong Anxin said, "Can I go and see it too?"

"No, I would not have gone if he hadn't invited me," her brother replied.

On Nanshan Hill, there was a lone lamp. It was not until late into the night that w.a.n.g Yao put out the light and rested.

The next morning, he went down the hill early. There were still people waiting outside the clinic. It was another busy day. The number of patients was only a little fewer than the day before.

The family from southern Yunnan arrived at the clinic. The little girl had recovered well.

"Doctor, can you check on her again?" the girl's father asked.

"Sure." w.a.n.g Yao examined the little girl carefully. "She's all right."

"That's good! That's good!" The man heaved a long sigh of relief.

The rest of the day pa.s.sed quickly. Once again, w.a.n.g Yao was too busy to have lunch. That night, he looked at his Weibo on his cellphone and realized that many people had left comments behind.

[Dr. w.a.n.g, your medicine is amazing. My son only drank it for a day and basically stopped coughing.]

[Yes, it's the same for my daughter.]

[Really, are you guys promoting for him?]

[You'll know after you try it. It works!]

Most of the comments were grateful and appreciative, but some people spoke rubbish. They were all attacked by many people.

w.a.n.g Yao read them but did not reply.

Ring! Buzz!

Su Xiaoxue called. Once he answered, she asked. "What are you busy with?"

"Ah, scrolling through Weibo," w.a.n.g Yao replied. "Is there no cla.s.s tonight?"

"Cla.s.s just ended," Su Xiaoxue said.

"How is your brother?" w.a.n.g Yao asked.

"He's recovered well," she replied. "He is fussing about wanting to be discharged from the hospital."

They talked for a long time before hanging up the phone.

…

In Jing, in a small courtyard, a woman asked, "How do you feel, s.h.i.+da?"

"Much better, Mom," a young man said as he strolled in the courtyard.

His face was yellow, without much l.u.s.ter, and so were his eyes. The person was Hou s.h.i.+da, who had returned from the Miaojiang after being treated by the King Pharmacist.

The King Pharmacist managed to save the young man's life, but it was at a considerable cost. To alleviate the pain, he had taken a lot of morphine and formed a reliance on it. The physical damage to his body was very serious. His recovery process would take a long time. He would likely never be able to recover fully.

"Mother will find out who hurt you," the woman said.

"It's already great that I can live now," Hou s.h.i.+da said with a sigh.

Only after experiencing some setbacks could one understand some things. After experiencing this life-and-death disaster, he had many regrets. If he had not relied on his family's power to go to Dao and provoke the Sun family, he would not have suffered such a disaster, which had made his life worse than death and greatly reduced his life span.

Yet, if he told himself it was because he understood life thoroughly that he didn't want revenge, it would be purely self-deception. He was a little afraid and worried about that person. That strong and skilled person had managed to hurt him without him noticing and left such a serious injury that even wise and great doctors could not cure him. Only the King Pharmacist could heal him. If his family was also hurt like that, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Mom, you should not be too persistent," he said. "This disaster has allowed me to think through a lot of things thoroughly."

"How can I just let it go?" Hou s.h.i.+da's mother unhappily asked.

She thought, When has our family suffered such bullying? If we let it go just like that, won't we be soft and weak? What would people in Jing think?

Humans sometimes lived a very tiring life because of their so-called face. Their lost dignity and face had to be recovered. The family strength was limited, but they had to seek to impress by feigning more than one's abilities, all for the sake of face.

"There's really no need for that, Mother, it might not necessarily be the Sun family," Hou s.h.i.+da said. "It might be someone else who is playing tricks in the dark, causing the third party to benefit. Us fighting it out with them like that might cause us to fall into someone's plan."

"Do you really think so?" his mother asked.

"Of course," Hou s.h.i.+da said with a laugh.

"Let me think about it," his mother said.

In Dao, the night was cool and breezy.

"Zhang Jun, you made it hard for me to find me," Musas.h.i.+ said. "I knew you would not die so easily."

"Musas.h.i.+, you shouldn't have come to see me at this time," said a slightly fat man with a bald head.

He stood at the seaside and looked at the sea in front of him. There was no point in looking at the sea at this time. Only the sound of the waves cras.h.i.+ng on the sh.o.r.e could be heard in the pitch-black darkness.

"If you don't come out, what happens to the deal between us?" Musas.h.i.+ asked.

"Naturally, someone will do it for me," Zhang Wei said.

"Do you trust them to settle things?" Musas.h.i.+ asked.

"I can take this chance to see what they think too," Zhang Wei calmly said.

"Hha, you are just too scheming," Musas.h.i.+ replied.

"I have to be scheming," Zhang Wei said with a sigh.

All those subordinates under his command were extraordinarily skilled and plotting. If he was careless, he would have been instantly killed.

"Alright, I should go," Musas.h.i.+ said.

"Go back?" Zhang Wei asked.

"Yes, go back," Musas.h.i.+ said.

"You have to do the thing we've discussed as soon as possible," Zhang Wei said.

"I know," Musas.h.i.+ said.

Shortly after Musas.h.i.+ left, Zhang Wei coughed incessantly. He finally coughed up blood. His body was shaking nonstop like a shaking sieve. He took out a bottle with a trembling hand and poured out several pills into his mouth. After a while, his breathing slowed down.