Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 91 - 91 91 severe injury number 3

91: Chapter 91, severe injury number 3 91: Chapter 91, severe injury number 3 The pain in his right hand caused Number 3’s face to be covered in beads of sweat the size of beans that splattered down, but he forced himself not to make a sound.

“You’re quite the man, if you could turn away from the dark and join the righteous, I might plead on your behalf with young master Ni and let you follow by my side!” Xun Feng said with a hint of appreciation on his face as he looked at Number 3.

“Don’t even think about it!

My life was given to me by my master, and today, even if I die here, I won’t let these two bastards lay a finger on the lady!” Number 3, biting down hard, rose to his feet, adopting a stance with one leg bent as if drawing a bow, took a deep breath, clenched his left fist, and instantly his body made a sound like beans popping.

“Military Qigong?

You really are a specialist!” Xun Feng said with a smile, “But that’s all useless!”

“Whether it’s useless, we’ll only know once we’ve tried!” After saying this, Number 3 charged at Xun Feng again, his left fist striking out towards Xun Feng with incredible speed.

This time, Xun Feng didn’t attack Number 3, but merely kept dodging.

Despite Number 3’s quick attacks, Xun Feng was quicker, and each of Number 3’s punches failed to touch even a hair on Xun Feng.

With a quick sidestep, Xun Feng appeared behind Number 3 and struck him in the back with a palm, causing Number 3 to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Without retreating, Number 3 turned around and, taking advantage of Xun Feng’s momentary shock, grabbed him tightly and shouted towards Xiang Xiao and Song Yuwei, “Run!”

After swallowing the pills Number 3 had given them earlier, the two women were rid of the aphrodisiac’s toxic effects, but Song Yuwei was so shocked by the scene unfolding before her eyes she was frozen in place, unable to move.

Xiang Xiao, witnessing Xun Feng striking Number 3 over and over again, felt her heart tremble with each blow.

She gritted her teeth, pulled Song Yuwei up, and ran out of the VIP room.

After a few twists and turns, they were out of the hotel, and they hailed a taxi to head straight for the Qin Family Medical Clinic!

“Idiot, the woman has escaped!” Ni Zhiwei, seeing Song Yuwei get away, cursed furiously.

After Ni Zhiwei finished cursing him, Xun Feng’s expression instantly turned gloomy, “Since you’re seeking death, you can’t blame me!”

Following that, he delivered an elbow strike right on Number 3’s spine.

Number 3 went stiff like he had been struck by lightning, his strength leaving his body as he collapsed to the ground.

The commotion in the room had attracted the attention of diners in the hotel.

A young man with a stern face was just passing by the doorway of the private room when he casually glanced inside.

“Number 3?”

Xun Feng, originally an inconsequential martial artist who had only recently started working for Ni Zhiwei, had hoped to gain favor by making a merit this time.

He didn’t expect Number 3 to be such a hard nut to crack, ruining his plan.

Looking at Number 3 on the ground, malicious thoughts arose, and he stomped toward Number 3’s head, clearly intending to kill him.

“Stop!”

The stern-faced young man outside, seeing Xun Feng about to deliver a deadly blow, darted into the room in a flash and sent a punch hurtling towards Xun Feng, forcing him to abandon Number 3 and face the attack in panic.

However, he hadn’t anticipated that despite the young man’s seemingly young age, the power behind his punches was incredibly strong, making Xun Feng take several steps back as he was forcefully knocked away.

Without giving Xun Feng a chance to recover, the stern-faced young man crouched down, picked up Number 3, gave him a shake, and said in a low voice, “Number 3, Number 3, wake up!”

Number 3, regaining a bit of consciousness and looking at the stern-faced young man before him, hurriedly said, “Xiao Feng, they…

they mean to harm…

the lady,” before passing out again.

The person who intervened was Xiao Feng, a guard who served under Elder Yang.

He had come out for a meal with his comrades but had not expected to encounter Number 3 here.

“Who are you?

This is a matter for the Ni family; I ask that you refrain from interfering, or else…” After a brief contact, Xun Feng realized that the newcomer was also a martial artist, with a cultivation level not any lower than his own, so he chose to proceed with ‘courtesy before force.’

“Or what?

Have you fed the rules of martial artists to dogs?

Attacking an ordinary person?

Being so rampant with just a postnatal realm?” Xiao Feng set down Number 3 and took a few steps towards Xun Feng.

Xun Feng found that the stern young man’s speed was too fast for him to evade in time, and a solid palm slammed into his chest.

A sweet taste filled his mouth, and he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seizing the advantage, Xiao Feng struck again, this time aiming for Xun Feng’s Dantian, apparently intent on crippling Xun Feng’s cultivation on the spot.

Xun Feng was terrified by his actions.

Once a Martial Artist has their cultivation destroyed, their life becomes worse than that of an ordinary person.

Furthermore, the psychological drop from having had great power to becoming an ordinary person again is also unbearable.

Image be damned, Xun Feng crouched down, laying on the ground, and scrambled to the side, barely dodging the strike.

Just as Xiao Feng was about to press forward, Number 3, who was lying on the ground, coughed up another mouthful of blood and gave Xun Feng a cold look.

He turned to help Number 3 up and headed outside to the private room.

“Kid, by meddling in the Ni family’s business today, you won’t even know how you die in the future!”

It was a perfect opportunity, ruined by Number 3, and he hated Number 3 enough to kill him on the spot.

But then Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere, wanting to take Number 3 away without a second word.

How could he allow that, so he immediately threatened.

“The Ni family?

Good, I’ll be waiting!

Remember this!

I’m Xiao Feng!”

After saying that, he carried Number 3 on his back and left without looking back.

After leaving the hotel, he placed Number 3 in the car and, without delay, headed straight for Zhongzhou Province Military Hospital.

The injuries Number 3 suffered were too severe; ordinary hospitals probably couldn’t save him.

Although Qin Han’s medical skills were incredibly advanced, the priority was still to save Number 3’s life first.

………

Jiangcheng City.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Association Meeting Hall.

Seeing Pu Zhengying’s sincere attitude, Qin Han stood up and just lightly touched Pu Dongxi’s chest.

Pu Dongxi’s complexion visibly recovered its color at a visible pace, and he soon regained consciousness.

Pu Zhengying was shocked by Qin Han’s detoxification method, not for a second believing that all Qin Han did was a simple brush of his hand.

He understood that there was more to it that he hadn’t discerned clearly.

“Mr.

Qin, as far as I know, the ingredients to make ‘San Tong Gu’ are very hard to come by.

How did you manage to find them all?” Pu Zhengying asked.

Seeing Qin Han looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, he quickly clarified, “Please don’t misunderstand, Mr.

Qin; it’s just pure curiosity on my part.”

Qin Han waved his hand indifferently and said, “It’s alright.

Korean medicine branched out from the system of Chinese medicine in Long Country.

I wonder if your ancient texts have this idea, that each medicinal herb can actually be substituted by combining other several herbs.”

“That is to say, any herb, if it fits, can be substituted by one or several other herbs.”

“I understand now, Mr.

Qin, you truly are a divine figure!”

Pu Zhengying looked at Qin Han with an admiring gaze.

Although what Qin Han said sounded easy and the logic was simple, putting it into practice was definitely not an easy task.

To understand the medicinal properties and pharmacology of each herb to find an equivalent substitute was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

“Mr.

Qin, I have an impolite request to make!” Pu Zhengying said earnestly.

Qin Han knew he wanted to ask about the eighth needle of the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle, just as he was about to speak, a ringtone suddenly interrupted them.

“Dinglingling”

Qin Han looked at the unfamiliar number on his phone, furrowed his brows, but still answered the call.

“Is this Mr.

Qin?”

“Yes, it is.

Who’s this?”

“This is Xiao Feng.

Number 3 is severely injured and on the verge of death, at the military hospital!”