Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 132 - 132 132 Shock in the Central Plains Martial Arts Community

132: Chapter 132: Shock in the Central Plains Martial Arts Community 132: Chapter 132: Shock in the Central Plains Martial Arts Community The next day, after Qin Han had dropped Song Yuwei at her company, he took Didi to the Qin family clinic.

Zhang Yalin had already started reading a medical book on top of the medicine cabinet, while Number 3 was cleaning up.

Just as Qin Han sat down, Zhong Yuanliang hurried in, and upon seeing Qin Han, he immediately said seriously, “Mr.

Qin, Ni Zhiqiang and Ni Zhiwei announced yesterday that they’re severing ties with the Ni family, and the people from the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Association are after you!”

“Got it,” Qin Han responded indifferently.

Zhong Yuanliang stared at Qin Han in disbelief and repeated, “Mr.

Qin, I said the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Association is after you!”

“I heard you the first time,” Qin Han said, still with a nonchalant expression.

Even Number 3 came over to remind him, “Mr.

Qin, the people from the Martial Arts Association are quite troublesome…”

“Ah, they already came looking for me last night, but I took care of it,” Qin Han sighed and said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuanliang was shocked, “Mr.

Qin, you… you’re saying the people from the Martial Arts Association came to you last night?”

And Number 3 just frowned, remaining silent.

“Yeah, the leader was Ni Zhiqiang and a Taoist named Duanmu Chen,” Qin Han said calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

“Duanmu Chen?” Zhong Yuanliang exclaimed in surprise, “He’s the Vice President of the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Association and has been in the Grandmaster Realm for over a decade now, reportedly aiming for the peak of martial arts!”

“So what?” Qin Han glanced at Zhong Yuanliang.

“Did Mr.

Qin get injured?” Zhong Yuanliang asked.

Number 3 sighed helplessly, glanced at Zhong Yuanliang, and said in a tone as if looking at an idiot, “Does Mr.

Qin look like he’s injured to you?”

“Well, yeah,” Zhong Yuanliang laughed dryly, but seeing that no one paid him any attention, he quickly stopped and continued asking, “Mr.

Qin, is that Duanmu Chen really strong?

How would I fare against him?”

“It’s no comparison,” Qin Han said bluntly.

Zhong Yuanliang scratched his head and then said understandingly, “Got it, after all, he has been in the Grandmaster Realm for over a decade, I still need more insight.”

“It was all resolved in one move, how can you compare?” Qin Han said irritably.

“Hahahahaha!” Zhang Yalin burst into laughter from behind the medicine cabinet after hearing that.

It finally dawned on Zhong Yuanliang what Qin Han meant by ‘no comparison—apparently, Qin Han simply didn’t care about Duanmu Chen and had resolved it with a single move.

Zhong Yuanliang glared at Zhang Yalin and asked weakly, “Mr.

Qin, may I presumptuously ask, what realm are you in now?”

“I’ll tell you when you can take a hit from me!” Qin Han said with a hint of playful smile.

“Big idiot Zhong!” Zhang Yalin cursed.

Upon hearing Zhang Yalin’s remark, Zhong Yuanliang’s face turned red with anger and he yelled, “What’s wrong with you?

Why are you butting in?

And also, for a girl to keep saying ‘idiot’ all the time, don’t complain about not being able to get married later.”

“I don’t need you to worry about whether I get married or not, big idiot Zhong.” Having said that, Zhang Yalin put on her headphones to listen to music, clearly in a ‘I’m not listening, I’m not listening’ attitude, and even hummed a small tune, the lyrics of which made Zhong Yuanliang angrier.

Because the lyrics were exactly those four words, sung to the tune of a painter’s song.

In the clinic, Zhang Yalin and Zhong Yuanliang were arguing, while elsewhere the martial arts community of Central Plains was in an uproar.

A shocking piece of news had spread from Zhongzhou City, instantly causing a frenzy in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Ni Zhiqiang, a genius from the Ni family who had entered the rank of a Xuan-tier Martial Artist in his early twenties, had been defeated by a young man named Qin Han.

Not only had he lost his left arm and his martial abilities were completely destroyed, but his entire skeletal structure had also been crushed by Qin Han.

His fate between life and death was still unknown.

As the most talented Martial Artist from the Ni family in recent years and a disciple of Duanmu Lingfeng, the Sect Master of Xuanhua Sect, Ni Zhiqiang was already very famous in the Zhongzhou martial arts scene.

Recently, he had successfully broken through the confines of the Xuan tier and was just one step away from the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, poised to become the youngest Martial Artist to enter the Grandmaster Realm in nearly fifty years.

Many Martial Artists, upon hearing the news, could only sigh with envy, lamenting the vast gap between their talents and that of Ni Zhiqiang.

Today, no one would have thought that Ni Zhiqiang, a rising star in the Central Plains Martial Arts Association, would be extinguished in his cradle.

Everyone began speculating about who Qin Han was.

Not only had they never heard his name before, but it also seemed that he had a deep enmity with Ni Zhiqiang.

In the Arctic, beneath a glacier, there sat a small wooden cabin.

Inside, an elderly man with gray hair was seated by the stove, casually stirring the coal inside while admiring the snowy landscape outside.

A table beside him held an ancient book inscribed with the words “Xuanhua Inner Strength” in seal script.

A pure white bird, traversing the snowy sky, dived towards the elderly man’s cabin, a slip of paper tied to its leg.

Upon seeing the bird land on the window, the old man slightly furrowed his brow but still opened the window to remove the paper and read its contents.

After seeing the contents of the paper, the old man’s face drastically changed, and a flash of sharpness appeared in his eyes.

He then threw the paper into the stove and stepped out of the cabin.

With a forceful push of his feet, he leapt high into the air, landing dozens of meters away; within a few moments, he had disappeared into the mountains.

In a barren wasteland near the Arctic, an extremely robust man was wrestling with a polar bear, shirtless.

With one punch, the man sent the nearly 800-pound polar bear flying back more than ten meters.

At that moment, the elderly man with gray hair was observing the man.

Sensing the elder’s arrival, the man quickly ended his bout, walked over to the elder, and bowed deeply, “Master, you are here.”

“Zhi Qiang is in trouble,” the elder said gravely.

A surge of ferocity suddenly sprang up on the man’s normally calm face as he asked, “What happened?”

“A man named Qin Han has crippled him!” the elder’s eyes darkened, his voice icy, completely devoid of his earlier calm demeanor.

The man asked tersely, “Where is he?”

“Central Plains, Zhongzhou City!” the elder replied succinctly.

Zhongzhou, Qin Family Clinic.

Qin Han was teaching the little one how to write, smiling as he stroked the little one’s hair while looking at the crooked characters on the paper.

Yaoyang had already started school, so today the little one was absolutely bored in the clinic, finally resorting to asking Qin Han to play with her, which had led to the current situation.

The little one, Di Di, who was just learning to read, still found it enjoyable.

Just then, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the clinic’s entrance.

Xu Shimo and an elderly man got out of the car, the latter examining the signboard curiously, saying something under his breath.

Xu Shimo called out, “Let’s go, elder brother, let’s go in!”