Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 909 - 909 909 Gunshots!

909: Chapter 909: Gunshots!

909: Chapter 909: Gunshots!

Qin Han nodded and said, “Understood!”

“But I didn’t expect you to be wearing a human skin mask.

I just thought your face and age didn’t match.

According to Wushang, you should be at least sixty years old!” Qin Han said with a smile.

“I didn’t expect you to be wearing a human skin mask!”

The Backsword Guest chuckled and said, “I thought Dr.

Qin had discovered my human skin mask.”

“Not at all!” Qin Han shook his head and said, “Mr.

Xiong, I’m puzzled.

There’s a rumor that to make a human skin mask lifelike, real human skin must be used.

Is there any truth to this rumor?”

The Backsword Guest laughed and said, “It used to be true.

In those days, many resources were lacking, so using human skin had the best effect.

Back then, when people heard ‘human skin mask,’ they were disgusted, and even the makers were branded as vicious criminals.”

“After all, skin has to be cut off from living people.

But that’s not the case.

Most human skin masks are made from skin of the deceased, often from bodies found in deserted places.”

“But now, many things can be technically replaced without using human skin.

For example, mine is made of pig skin.” The Backsword Guest gestured for Qin Han to look into the human skin mask.

After examining it, Qin Han nodded and began playing with the human skin mask.

He knew many things, but the human skin mask remained elusive to him.

He was skilled in disguise, but it’s still different compared to a human skin mask.

Many people equate disguise techniques to human skin masks, but that’s not the case.

Disguise can also create human skin masks, but they’re still different from genuine human skin masks.

Take Qin Han’s last rescue mission in the capital—he made a human skin mask, but a real expert could easily detect it.

Yet the Backsword Guest’s mask was different.

Even sitting face-to-face, it might not be noticed.

Nearly an hour passed since the Backsword Guest entered; had Qin Han not suspected his age and asked, and had the Backsword Guest not voluntarily removed the mask, Qin Han wouldn’t have noticed.

Seeing Qin Han’s interest in the human skin mask, the Backsword Guest sincerely said, “Dr.

Qin, regardless of whether you can heal my internal injuries, I am very grateful.

You’re also not charging a fee, and I have nothing to repay you with.

Seeing your interest in human skin masks, how about I teach you how to make them?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Han hurriedly shook his head and said, “I’m merely interested.

The technique for human skin masks has always been a secret that isn’t shared.

How can I take something others cherish?

Also, it’s not that I don’t charge fees; our medical practice’s policy is to only charge for the medicine, not as a special case for Mr.

Xiong.”

The Backsword Guest shook his head and said, “Dr.

Qin, your principles are admirable, but my case is different from other patients.

I believe for wealthy patients, you wouldn’t waive the fee; a large medical practice wouldn’t survive on medicine charges alone.”

“I sincerely want to thank you, Dr.

Qin, and who knows when I might no longer be around.

If this technique is lost, it would be a disgrace to its existence!” the Backsword Guest said earnestly.

Qin Han smiled and said, “Why don’t you pass it on to your son?”

“Haoyang?

He learned but didn’t succeed!” The Backsword Guest showed some anger upon hearing Qin Han’s question.

Qin Han smiled wryly, shook his head, and said, “I didn’t expect that!”

“Haoyang is only interested in martial arts, not in these strange techniques!” The Backsword Guest said, “Gifts should be given to those destined for them; Mr.

Qin, don’t refuse.

I just hope you can pass this skill on in the future.”

Seeing the Backsword Guest’s insistence, Qin Han nodded and said, “Then I humbly accept your offer!”

“Dr.

Qin, actually the human skin mask may seem worthless once explained.

The key is to ‘preserve’ the skin after death, the focus is here!”

The Backsword Guest then shared the detailed process of making human skin masks with Qin Han, who surprised the Backsword Guest by quickly mastering it.

“It’s truly amazing; the world is full of surprises!” Qin Han sincerely praised.

As they were talking, Qin Han’s phone rang.

“Excuse me, I need to take this call!”

The call was from Song Yuwei.

“What are you doing?” Song Yuwei asked on the phone.

Upon hearing Song Yuwei’s gentle voice, Qin Han smiled and said, “A patient came to the clinic.

Once Yuan Liang prepares the materials, we can begin treatment.”

“I thought you were busy.” Song Yuwei said with a smile.

Qin Han checked the time and realized, “I got caught up talking to Mr.

Xiong and forgot to call you.”

“Then continue your work!” Song Yuwei said with a laugh.

“Is that all?”

“That’s all!”

After hanging up, Qin Han shook his head, sometimes truly perplexed by women’s thoughts.

Putting down the phone, Qin Han remarked, “Why haven’t they returned yet?”

“No rush!” the Backsword Guest assured.

Qin Han nodded and then resumed studying human skin masks with the guest.

Meanwhile, Zhong Yuanliang and Haoyang, out buying alcohol on the street, encountered an incident.

After finding a liquor store selling strong spirits, Zhong Yuanliang paid, and they loaded the alcohol into the car, ready to return with Haoyang to the clinic.

As they were about to get in the car, they suddenly heard a gunshot.

“Bang!”

As the gunshot rang out, a small commotion started at the other end of the street, with pedestrians looking around confusedly.

While Zhong Yuanliang was curiously looking around, Haoyang quickly pulled him behind a car.

“Gunshot!” Haoyang said grimly.

Zhong Yuanliang looked puzzled at Haoyang and said, “Are you sure it’s not fireworks?”

“Sigh!” Haoyang sighed, “It’s a gunshot, not fireworks!”

“Gunshot?

How can there be gunfire?” Zhong Yuanliang asked in surprise after hearing Haoyang’s words.

Haoyang replied irritably, “How should I know?”

Meanwhile, the crowd on the street, just like Zhong Yuanliang had at first, started looking around to figure out what happened.

But the continuous gunfire made the pedestrians realize it wasn’t fireworks, but someone was shooting.

“Someone’s firing, someone’s been killed!” the pedestrians shouted.

Zhong Yuanliang cautiously raised his head and looked down the street.

The bustling street instantly turned deserted.

Who would risk their life to stay and watch?