Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 1794 - 1793: Subdue

Chapter 1794: Chapter 1793: Subdue

"Ah..."

Zhang Feng let out a miserable scream as he was struck by a flying dart.

The person who threw the dart was a martial arts master hidden within the crowd. After Zhang Feng was hit, he immediately yanked the dart out.

Then he reflected it back toward the person who had thrown it.

"Ah!" That man was struck by the returned dart and had his throat directly severed by a sword.

Shockingly, the blood that spilled out was black.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Dong immediately deduced that the dart was imbued with extreme poison.

Sure enough, the poison began to act and spread rapidly.

The dart hit Zhang Feng in the chest, and now the poison quickly spread and had permeated his entire chest area.

His chest turned pitch black. He hurriedly used his Inner Qi to halt the spread of the poison. However, this poison seemed specifically formulated to target martial artists.

Instead of slowing down, the toxicity spread even faster after Inner Qi was applied.

Desperate, Zhang Feng cried out to An Lan beside him, "Save me, save me."

"Ah? How am I supposed to save you?" An Lan was utterly terrified at this moment. She desperately wanted to save him.

After all, he had just saved her life earlier.

But she was completely powerless!

Zhang Feng urgently said, "Aren’t you Master Lin’s disciple in Medicine? Master Lin’s medical arts are extraordinary. If you’ve inherited his expertise, your skills shouldn’t be too bad."

"Quickly detoxify me—the poison is spreading too fast. If it reaches my head, my life will be over."

At this moment, the dark Qi visibly spread across Zhang Feng’s body with frightening speed.

It had already reached just below his neck and was about to engulf his head.

Seeing this, An Lan panicked completely.

She was on the verge of breaking into tears.

"Hurry up! If you don’t save me, I’m going to die!" Zhang Feng urged her again.

An Lan burst into tears, exclaiming, "Wah~! I lied to you! I’m not actually Master Lin’s disciple."

"I do understand some medicine, but my skills are at most amateurish. I can’t possibly detoxify you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng froze in shock.

"Then earlier—you diagnosed me and even sold me the Leopard and Tiger Pills?"

An Lan admitted sheepishly, "I did notice something unusual about you. But those Leopard and Tiger Pills? Honestly, they were just a scam."

"They can’t cure your condition, nor will they make you as strong as a leopard or tiger. They’re just random pills I hastily mashed together from tree leaves and wild vegetables, with absolutely no medicinal effect."

"Pfft~~~" Zhang Feng spat out a mouthful of black blood after hearing her words.

He wasn’t killed by the poison but nearly died from her shamelessness.

"I’m sorry!" An Lan wailed loudly.

Zhang Feng raised his hand, intending to strike her with one palm to drag her down to die alongside him.

In the end, he sighed deeply and let his hand drop without carrying out his intent.

Instead, he lamented loudly, "Master Lin, my idol... I never thought I, Zhang Feng, would soon follow you in death."

"Once I’m in the afterlife, I’ll still be your most loyal fan."

As he finished speaking, his consciousness grew hazy.

Just as he thought death was certain, a hand steadied him, accompanied by a calm voice:

"Want to follow Master Lin and be his die-hard fan? How about not dying, then."

"Otherwise..."

Lin Dong didn’t finish the sentence.

He had wanted to say that if Zhang Feng truly died, even in the afterlife, he wouldn’t have the chance to meet the real Master Lin.

At this moment, Zhang Feng had completely passed out, and Lin Dong retrieved his Silver Needles and began detoxifying him.

Beside him, An Lan quickly asked, "Who... Who are you? Can you save him?"

Lin Dong ignored her and continued administering the needle therapy.

"Isn’t this the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles? You actually know the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles!" An Lan exclaimed in astonishment upon seeing Lin Dong’s technique.

Lin Dong raised an eyebrow slightly, indicating surprise. This girl clearly had some medical knowledge to recognize the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles.

Lin Dong, though, remained silent and continued applying the needles.

Nearby, Qin Yitian also asked anxiously, "Dong Lin—can you wake him up?"

Lin Dong replied, "It’s manageable."

"Good to hear." Qin Yitian breathed a sigh of relief. She had come to admire Zhang Feng a bit.

His performance just now had earned her acknowledgement. Naturally, Qin Yitian didn’t want Zhang Feng to die.

"Shush shush shush~~~" Lin Dong executed the detoxifying technique of the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles to remove the poison from Zhang Feng.

Within three minutes of the needles being applied, the black Qi on Zhang Feng’s body visibly receded.

The toxicity that had spread to Zhang Feng’s chin now began retracting.

In mere minutes, the poison had completely shrunk back to the area surrounding the wound.

All the black Qi concentrated within a few centimeters of the injury.

At this point, Lin Dong used one final needle, targeting the very core of the black Qi.

"Hiss~~~"

Like a burst of a balloon, black blood began to gush out from the wound.

A full bowl of dark blood flowed out before it finally stopped.

Now examining Zhang Feng again, the black Qi within his body had fully dissipated, and the wound had returned to a healthy, reddish hue.

At last, Zhang Feng slowly regained consciousness.

Upon waking, his expression became complex as he looked at Lin Dong. He then stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Dong.

"Thank you for saving my life!"

Lin Dong waved his hand and said, "It’s okay."

Feeling more indebted, Zhang Feng added, "Mr. Dong Lin, I... I have something I must apologize to you about."

"You mean your intentions to target me? Trying to replace me as Qin Yitian’s personal bodyguard?" Lin Dong replied directly.

Lowering his head, Zhang Feng said, "Rest assured, I’ll never entertain such thoughts again. I feel deep regret for what I did earlier."

Lin Dong chuckled and said, "Well, let me tell you something too. I’m not actually Miss Yitian’s personal bodyguard. I’m her strategist."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was stunned.

The status of a strategist was far superior to that of a bodyguard.

At that moment, Qin Yitian interjected, "Mr. Dong Lin is not simply a strategist I hired. He’s currently the strategist I most respect, equivalent in status to my teacher."

Wow.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was even more shocked.

Qin Yitian then asked, "Would you like to follow me out of Bai Xiang City and head for the Alchemy League headquarters?"

Zhang Feng froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "Miss Yitian, I dare not entertain such ideas anymore."

Qin Yitian waved her hand and said, "I observed that your character isn’t too bad, so I intend to bring you to the Alchemy League headquarters."

"However, not as my personal bodyguard. Instead, I’ll take you to the Alchemy League headquarters to develop yourself further. Are you interested?"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was overjoyed.

He immediately knelt down and enthusiastically said, "Thank you, Miss Yitian!"

"You should be thanking Mr. Dong Lin instead. Without him, you would already be dead—how could you even consider a future?" Qin Yitian replied.

Zhang Feng promptly bowed deeply to Lin Dong once again, saying, "Mr. Dong Lin, thank you very much!"

At this moment, all his earlier arrogance and sense of rivalry vanished. Toward Lin Dong, he now felt nothing but gratitude and respect.