It was Liu Xian'er. There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, along with a sense of reproach. Based on such a tone, she clearly didn't treat Ning Tao as someone older than her or as a senior in cultivation.

Ning Tao glanced at Liu Xian'er; his voice turning cold. “We'll settle the problem between us later. I just want my friend back. I have no other condition. Release my friend and I'll return you a healthy Song Chengpeng.”

Who was the true controller of the Genesis Biotech Company? Who was behind the deaths of Liu s.h.i.+ba and Reverend Qingsong? Those questions were not as important as Yin Molan's life. Ning Tao had to set those mysteries aside at that moment. He just wanted Yin Molan to be back.

“Who told you he's in our hands?” Wu Xiaolin asked. His tone was cold and equally impolite as the one used by Liu Xian'er.

Ning Tao said, “I have my own ways of knowing, of course. Let me remind you, I can wait but Song Chengpeng cannot. With every pa.s.sing minute now, the danger Song Chengpeng is going to be in is going to be greater.”

Liu Xian'er said, “Mr. Ning, you're being unreasonable. Your friend infiltrated into our place with ill intentions. We caught him yet you are forcing us to release him. Don't you think you're pus.h.i.+ng things like this?”

Ning Tao said coolly, “Song Chengpeng framed me, don't you think he was pus.h.i.+ng it? If you really want to reason with me, then I can reason with you until Song Chengpeng dies. If you still want him to live then release my friend.”

Song Beikun looked at Liu Xian'er and Wu Xiaolin; his gaze seemed to be begging.

Liu Xian'er and Wu Xiaolin exchanged glances to confirm their intentions. Right after, Wu Xiaolin took out his phone and dialed another number. Once the call had been connected, he pa.s.sed the phone to Ning Tao. “Doctor Ning, please receive the call.”

Ning Tao took the phone and put it to his ear.

The voice of a woman was heard. “Doctor Ning, this is the last time. If you or your people interrupt my affairs again, then you'll be involved in a war.”

The voice was as cold as ice.

Ning Tao asked sternly, “Who are you?”

“Your person is safe. He'll give you a call. You should know what to do now,” The woman said.

Ning Tao didn't even bother to ask for her name anymore. He said, “I just want to make sure my friend is safe; then I'll cure Song Chengpeng. Also, I'll give you a warning of my own. No matter who you are, if the same thing happens again, then I'll take my ledger to you and make you pay.”

“Hmph!” The woman snorted and ended the call.

Ning Tao returned the phone to Wu Xiaolin. He took a quick glance at the screen. There wasn't even a number on the screen.

Ring, ring…

Ning Tao's phone suddenly rang. After taking out his phone and looking at the caller display, he picked up the phone immediately. “Senior Yin, where are you now?”

Yin Molan's voice came from the speaker. “I'm already out of the Genesis Tower, riding my motorcycle on the way back. I'm already safe, so I called you specially to tell you. I'll wait for you at home. Let's talk later.”

“Alright.” Ning Tao hung up the call then walked towards Song Chengpeng.

Jiang Hao asked, “Tao, do you need them to leave?”

Ning Tao said, “No need. It's just a matter of a needle.” When he was speaking, he had already taken out a Sacred Needle and stabbed it into Song Chengpeng's chest.

The Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases was used to inject evil energy into the human body. To the people being injected, it was undoubtedly an incurable punishment from the heavens. But with Ning Tao's skill, he only needed to change evil energy into good energy to cure illnesses caused by evil. To him, such an incurable illness was actually a simple exchange of spiritual power.

With an injection, a shred of black energy was instantly transferred from Song Chengpeng's body to the Sacred Needle. Ning Tao did not keep it, but had rather, plucked out the Sacred Needle and forced the evil energy out. In an instant, a few black droplets dripped out of the Sacred Needle. The stench was incredibly pungent.

Ning Tao took out a Fine Primary Elixir and pushed it into Song Chengpeng's mouth. During that process, he inserted a shred of spiritual power into Song Chengpeng's body, accelerating the elixir's power to hasten his recovery.

If he took Song Chengpeng back to the clinic, the outcome would have been different. Song Chengpeng would have been cured and Ning Tao would earn hundreds of sin of evil intention points, but he would need to castrate Song Chengpeng. Given the current situation, he clearly shouldn't complicate matters more.

However, he wasn't worried at all that a lucrative patient like Song Chengpeng would run away. The ledger had already given its prescription pact of sin of evil intention. Since he had consumed the Fine Primary Elixir, Ning Tao could trick him anytime in the future and castrate him to earn the treatment fees from him.

As Ning Tao raised his hand, Song Chengpeng's face began to regain some color. The corpse stench on him had also vanished.

Song Chengpeng's consciousness was regained. He stared fixedly at Ning Tao, stunned. He suddenly exclaimed, “It's you! You, you what do you want?”

Ning Tao said calmly, “Mr. Song, you were sick and I cured you. However I'll only do this once. Good luck to you.”

As he finished speaking, Ning Tao carried his small medicine chest and turned to leave.

Song Beikun scrambled for the operation table and grabbed Song Chengpeng's hand. “Chengpeng, how are you feeling?”

“Father, why did you come? Didn't I tell you not to? That guy…” Song Chengpeng's eyes searched for Ning Tao, he and Jiang Hao had already left the emergency room.

In the corridor, Jiang Hao asked, “Who was on the phone when the youth asked you to pick up the call just now?”

Ning Tao said, “It was a woman. It's very likely she is the one who took Wu Xiaolin and Liu Xian'er away….”

He suddenly shut his mouth after saying that and stopped in his tracks.

At the end of the corridor stood two people. A white-haired old man and a young lady.

The old man's hair, beard and eyebrows were white, but there was not a single wrinkle on his face. His complexion was radiant and firm, comparable to the skin of people in their 20s. His build was not particularly tall. He was wearing a long white robe and a pair of retro style sungla.s.ses, holding an erhu in his hands, resembling the image of a blind busking old man.

The young lady appeared to be in her 20s. A docile looking face with a sharp chin, her eyelashes were long and her pair of jet black eyes were very pretty. She was tall, garbed in a navy blue qipao. Her exposed arms and thighs were as fair as snow; smooth and delicate, possessing a particular feminine aura. She was holding a white Chinese flute, which seemed to be carved from jade instead of bamboo.

His first impression of them was that they looked like a pair of busking grandfather and granddaughter.

However, Ning Tao activated his state of looking and saw that the erhu old man and the flutist lady in qipao were no ordinary buskers, but strong pract.i.tioners. Especially that old man; his spiritual power was exceptionally strong, comparable to Bai Sheng! The erhu he was holding was also no ordinary erhu, it was an authentic magic tool.

The flutist lady in qipao was slightly weaker, but that was only relative to the old man. Her spiritual power was comparable to Bai Jing's. The flute in her hand was also no ordinary item. It was a magic tool.

Two strong pract.i.tioners had suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor; they gazed at him coldly with blank expressions. Ning Tao's sixth sense was instantly awakened. His hand reached to his waist and grabbed his Mauser pistol.

Jiang Hao took a rod from her waist. With the shake of her hand, white strands came out. It was actually a hossu.

It was the hossu which Ning Tao had repaired for Reverend Qingsong. Reverend Qingsong had died so his Heavenly Hossu naturally became Jiang Hao's magic tool. However, for a modern female spy and an ice demon like her, it did seem a bit of a mismatch for her very first magic tool to be a hossu.

The four pairs of eyes were exchanging glances. Tension suddenly arose in that quiet corridor leading to the emergency room.

Ning Tao spoke with a stern voice, “Follow me later. If they make a move, I'll deal with the old one; you deal with the young one.”

Jiang Hao nodded, with a serious and calm expression. She had already been in countless battles, and had long cultivated a strong mentality, prepared for any crisis.

“Go.” Ning Tao held his Mauser pistol and walked towards the old man and the qipao lady at the end of the corridor.

The qipao lady stepped forward from behind the old man and stood beside him.

The old man asked, “What is he holding?”

The qipao lady said, “Grandfather, it's a gun. A Mauser pistol.”

“Oh. That's kind of tricky…” The old man whispered.

During that conversation, Ning Tao and Jiang Hao had already gotten closer to them, just about seven to eight steps away. If the grandfather and granddaughter pair did not relent, a battle would be inevitable.

Yet, the grandfather and granddaughter were still standing there, not moving at all. They weren't of burly proportions, but you could feel as if two high mountains were standing right there, una.s.sailable.

Ning Tao raised the Mauser pistol slightly.

The silk threads of Jiang Hao's Heavenly Hossu had also started to float in the air. A frigid aura surrounded her. She had not done anything yet, but the water in a water cooler in the corridor had already frozen. Half a tub of water had turned to ice!

The old man lifted his erhu.

The qipao lady raised her white jade flute to her lips.

Yet at this time, a voice interrupted from a distance, “The Song family's young master is fine now.”

It was Liu Xian'er's voice.

The old man and the qipao lady made way.

Ning Tao and Jiang Hao walked through between them. Ning Tao glanced at the old man as he walked past and did not say a word.

The old man didn't look back at Ning Tao. There was no point anyway, because he was blind.

The qipao lady looked at Ning Tao but also kept silent.

Ning Tao said, “Blindness is no big deal. It can be cured. But if your heart is blind, then it would be troublesome. That can't be cured.”

The old man shook slightly, and turned back subconsciously. He seemed to want to know what Ning Tao looked like, but he couldn't see a thing.