Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 193 - 193 193 Surprise

193: Chapter 193 Surprise 193: Chapter 193 Surprise “This is really tasty, do you want to try some?” Ling Yarou offered a piece of dried beef to Qin Han.

Qin Han nodded, took the beef jerky, and said, “Thank you!”

After the meal, everyone started to feel sleepy, especially since they had exerted a lot of energy and strength just before.

“You guys rest, I’ll keep watch here,” Qin Han said matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing this, Shi Wanqian shook his head and said, “That won’t do, you need to rest too, I’ll take over in the second half of the night after you take the first half.”

Qin Han had a good impression of this northeastern man.

He was easy to get along with and knew how to be grateful.

Seeing Shi Wanqian insist, the others reluctantly added, “Yeah, yeah, you need to rest too.

We’ll take turns.”

“No need, I don’t need to rest.

You all go to sleep.” Having said that, Qin Han fell silent, just sitting there, lost in his thoughts.

Where there were magical beasts, there surely must be Spiritual Medicine, especially such molluscs, like snakes, pythons, and earth dragons which could all evolve into higher species.

Therefore, they all possessed rationality.

The older ones mostly liked to stay around Spiritual Medicine, to absorb its Spiritual Energy on the one hand and to wait until the Spiritual Medicine ripened so they could pick and consume it on the other.

What Qin Han was thinking about was exactly this.

The place where Ling Yarou and the others encountered the earth dragon must have Spiritual Medicine.

He decided he definitely needed to check it out after they left tomorrow morning.

He glanced at his cellphone and found there was no signal at all.

He couldn’t even make a call to Song Yuwei and Doudou, so Qin Han could only give up helplessly.

It was late at night, but for Qin Han, there was little difference between night and day.

Besides, there was a fire here.

He casually looked around and saw that most of the group had already fallen asleep, except for Ling Yarou and Xiaomei, who were still whispering to each other.

Qin Han didn’t bother with them, and just closed his eyes to rest.

“Xiaomei, why is he always so cold?” Ling Yarou whispered in Xiaomei’s ear.

Xiaomei glanced at Qin Han, and whispered back, “I think he must not be an ordinary person, he really resembles the Martial Artist my grandfather told me about.

Maybe people like him are naturally solitary, with their minds occupied by their martial path.”

“But still, that doesn’t mean he can ignore a beautiful girl, right?” Ling Yarou pouted as she spoke.

“Alright, my princess, go to sleep.

Tomorrow I’ll get his phone number for you,” Xiaomei said, her voice thick with drowsiness as she yawned.

Seeing Xiaomei like this, Ling Yarou had no choice but to let it go, and she was incredibly sleepy herself.

In the early morning, as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the dense foliage and onto the group, Qin Han suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, stretched lazily, loosening up his muscles and joints.

As the sunlight grew stronger, the others also began to wake up one after another.

They had all slept soundly through the night, the exhaustion of the previous day had dissipated, so everyone seemed in good spirits.

“Do you see this mark?

Follow this direction, and use these markers to find the way, then you can get out,” Qin Han said, pointing to a pentagram pattern on a tree.

Gathering her courage, Ling Yarou approached and said, “Won’t you come out with us?

It’s really too dangerous here.”

“I have other matters to attend to, you all should leave,” Qin Han said dispassionately.

Clutching her lips nervously, Ling Yarou spoke up, “Could you leave your phone number with me?

Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to invite you out for a meal to thank you for your help last night.”

“No need, I take my leave!” Qin Han shook his head and with a few swift moves, he disappeared before everyone’s eyes, heading in the direction where the earth dragon had pursued Ling Yarou the night before.

“Ya Rou, let’s go.

It’s rare for people like him to have dealings with us,” Xiao Mei said, trying to console the disappointed Ling Yarou.

Ling Yarou looked in the direction where Qin Han had vanished, nodded, and then turned to leave with the rest of the group.

Following the trail left by the earth dragon as it moved along the ground, Qin Han soon arrived at the location where Ling Yarou and the others had encountered the earth dragon last night.

Searching the surroundings, Qin Han quickly spotted something special among a clump of dense weeds—a green leaf with a glistening, tempting red fruit growing atop it.

Seeing the flower, a look of joy spread across Qin Han’s face, and he murmured to himself, “Ginseng flower, so that creature was indeed waiting for this.”

“One, two, three, four, five!” Qin Han counted the red fruits on the green leaves, and by the end, his happiness grew even more.

A single red fruit represented a hundred years; the ginseng buried underground was at least five hundred years old, for beside the fifth fruit, a tiny one was growing, soon to match the other five.

Given the appearance of the fruit, the sixth would mature in a few days, so Qin Han decided to stay in the area for a while.

He casually took out a piece of red string from his backpack and tied it to the base of the green leaves, close to the ground.

Anyone who has tried to harvest ginseng knows of a legend that ginseng over five hundred years old obtains sentience, and that over a thousand years, it can even transform into a human.

If you recklessly attempt to dig it up, it will flee.

It is only by tying a red string to its base that you can prevent it from escaping.

In truth, no one has ever actually seen ginseng run, but such traditions passed down from the ancestors surely have some rationale.

Moreover, ginseng of five hundred years old is exceedingly rare, hence, even if it’s just a legend, Qin Han still followed the method.

This time, although Qin Han had brought the red string thinking he might encounter ginseng, he hadn’t held much hope.

Surprisingly, he had stumbled upon a five-hundred-year-old specimen.

In light of this, Qin Han couldn’t stray too far from the spot, lest someone take advantage of his absence to steal it—that would be a major loss.

Straight away, Qin Han began carefully searching the vicinity.

Places guarded by a century-old earth dragon were likely to house more treasures than just one.

Qin Han spent the whole day turning over almost every inch of the area, finding only a few herbs.

Although valuable, their quality was somewhat lacking.

It seemed as if the spiritual energy of the entire area had been absorbed by that five-hundred-year-old ginseng.

Late into the night, Qin Han took out a Nine Apertures Golden Pill, swallowed one, and sat cross-legged next to the ginseng.

He contemplated the Heavenly Dao, and as he closed his eyes, mists began to move around him.

After the sunlight had faded, a light, miasmic haze wafted close to the ground throughout the dense forest.

However, upon touching Qin Han’s body, the haze was repelled by the true qi radiating from him.

At that moment, a strange phenomenon began to form in this primeval forest.

The grey-white miasma had risen over half a meter high, starting to envelop the nearby trees slowly.

Yet, there were two spots around which not a hint of miasma could be found.

One was around Qin Han, and the other was around the century-old ginseng.

Since Qin Han sat beside the ginseng, from a distance, it appeared as if he was in the realm of immortals.