Elixir Supplier Chapter 939
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939 Almost Dead
Nowadays, when he was doing a diagnosis, Wang Yao truly only needed to look. Most of the time, he did not even need to check the patient’s pulse to know what was wrong.
“You really are the best, Master!” Pan Jun was impressed after hearing that.
That was the only patient who showed up throughout the entire afternoon. Pan Jun left when it was close to evening.
“Be careful out there,” Wang Yao said.
“There’s no need to see me off, Master. It’s damn cold outside.”
Pan Jun got in his car and left. Jia Zizai soon came into the clinic.
“Good day, Sir.”
“Why are you out on such a cold day?”
“Nothing is going to stop me,” Jia Zizai said with a smile.
It was a cold hard truth that people could get addicted to training.
“Off you go then.”
Wang Yao closed the clinic and went home.
The sky gradually darkened. The day was over.
The days grew increasingly cold after that. Spring was about a month away.
It was cold in the north while it was still sunny and beautiful in southern Yunnan even when it snowed.
Green could be seen everywhere throughout the seasons in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine.
“How is Xiao He doing?” Miao Xihe asked.
“Still stable so far. We’ve been using the most tried and tested methods per your instructions.”
“Very well. There’s no need to rush. Xiao He is a good kid,” Miao Xihe added.
“Yes, Master.”
“How is the investigation with the other matter?”
“We can basically confirm it now.”
“Right. There’s need to rush that either.”
“Understood.”
A shadow of something huge was seen at the massive lake beside the village.
A man was pacing back and forth by the lake, seemingly waiting for someone. He left after a while, returning home.
Lu Xiufeng received a short text while he in another county several hundreds of miles away.
“Hey, look. That guy sent a text.”
“Oh what? Ahh, my head still hurts!” Yang Guanfeng rubbed his forehead.
“What the hell? I didn’t see you drinking much the night before.”
Guo Zhenghe had invited them to dinner the night before. The head of the public security bureau was there as well, and they drank a lot.
“You call that little?” Yang Guanfeng replied. “Man, I drank like a gallon of booze last night. It’s been a while since I drank that much.”
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“Alright, back to business. What’s he saying?”
“He felt something was off, and his cover might have been blown.”
“Cover blown, huh? What is he going to do next?” Yang Guanfeng hurriedly asked.
The man was from the valley and had texted them before. He was the “undercover agent” whose identity remained unknown.
“He intends to leave the valley, and he wants us to think of ways to keep him safe.”
“Is he sure about that?” Yang Guanfeng asked while rubbing his forehead, lighting up a cigarette along the way. “Leaving the valley would be easy, but his identity will be a problem. Furthermore, he is not a confirmed informant, which means the usual procedures won’t work. We need to think of some other way to do it.”
A middle-aged man in his 30s was smoking in his home in the valley while casting his gaze outside the window.
“It’s a nice village here. It’s truly a pity that I have to leave,” he muttered to himself.
It was nighttime. The moonlight looked like water. The village was silent.
That man appeared in the silent village around midnight and quickly went to the mountain, heading straight for the other side. He saw someone standing underneath a tree not far away, seemingly waiting for him.
“Zhenglin, where are you going so late?” That other man’s voice sounded cracked.
“I couldn’t sleep, Uncle, so I figured I might as well come out for a walk.”
“There’s no need to come all the way to the mountain if you can’t sleep,” the man underneath the tree said. “Are you about to leave the village? You seem to be carrying a lot with you. I never thought that guy would actually be you.”
“Why?”
“Why? Please, drop the act. How did my parents die?”
“Gas poisoning.”
“Gas poisoning, eh? Don’t make me laugh. Just what kind of gas would be so powerful that not even Miao Xihe would able to do anything?”
“You dare to speak the chief’s name!” The man’s tone became colder.
“Chief? What chief? He’s just an assh*le who would do anything to benefit himself,” Miao Chengtang angrily replied.
“You’re going too far!”
A voice came from behind Miao Chengtang. “Let him continue.”
Miao Chengtang felt his body instantly shiver. It was a chill that seeped into his bones. It was as if he had been dropped into a cave of ice.
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He slowly turned around and saw a familiar face—Miao Xihe.
If he were to take on the one person a while ago, he would have liked to see how well he could have fared. However, since Miao Xihe showed up, he seemed to have dropped any intentions of resisting. That man was like a god in the village.
“Come back with me, Chengtang.”
“Return and await your punishment? Poisons or bugs?” Miao Chengtang snickered bitterly as he asked. He did not have any confidence in escaping from the two of them, but there was no way he could return either. He knew what kind of terrible punishment awaited him if he were to return.
“You murdered my parents and treated me like a fool. Do you think I know nothing?”
“Your parents died from gas poisoning,” Miao Xihe calmly said.
“Miao Xihe, can you hear yourself right now? Is there any poison in the world that you can’t do anything about?”
“I was there too late. The poison got into their hearts. It was too late for me to do anything.”
“What about the White Jade Ganoderma?”
“How do you know about that?” Miao Xihe asked after staying silent for a while.
“Why wouldn’t I know? White Jade Ganoderma is one of the Six Holy Medicines of Miaojiang. That was why you killed them, wasn’t it?”
“Things were not the way you thought they were,” Miao Xihe then said.
“Right, so what were things like?”
Swoop. Something flew in the air.
Boom! Boom! Intense explosions were heard.
Get out!
A roar was heard in the dark of night.
Miao Chengtang immediately ran in the direction of the voice. He was running for his life.
Wuuuuu! A fiery burst was seen in the dark. Bullets spilled everywhere in a frenzy. Trees toppled and rocks crack wherever the bullets hit.
Boom! The explosions were unusually loud in the dark of night.
“What’s going on?” The lights throughout the village were lit. Everyone walked out of their homes and looked at the direction where all that noise came from, which was the mountain not far away from the village.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Stop yapping and start running.”
Someone suddenly appeared before the two of them.
Move!
Fiery bursts were seen. The bullets streaked through the air like a reaper’s scythe, tearing through everything that got in their way.
“You’re still alive!” Miao Xihe’s voice lingered like a spirit.
The man continued to throw grenades. Flames were seen everywhere. Massive amounts of shrapnel and dust were thrown out as the explosions took place.
Even under such unbelievably heavy gunfire, Miao Xihe managed to suddenly appear before the man who held the gun. He sent the man flying with a heavy blow.
The man was thrown backward into a tree.
Cough, cough. He spat blood and continued to fire the gun in his hand.
“Huh?” Miao Xihe did not know why his movements became a tad bit slower. He was hit by gunfire. A grenade went off near him as well.
“Chief!”
The dust settled. Miao Xihe stood up, looking unscathed.
“Do you have the Pogang Needles ready?”
He flashed and appeared several feet away.
“Let’s go!”
Two men ran in a frenzy into the woods.
They heard the sound of the gushing river.
“Sh*t! There’s a river before us!” Miao Chengtang shouted.
It was a 32-foot cliff less than 30 feet away from where they were. A raging river was right below the cliff.
They had nowhere else to run.
“Come on, jump!” Miao Tianchuan shouted and leaped without hesitation.
Miao Chengtang saw no choice but to jump too.
He thought he would have ended up a dead man anyway. Dying in this manner was probably quicker.
He leaped from the cliff and dropped into the raging river below. Most people from the valley were good swimmers because there was a river right nearby and a huge lake right beside the village. As such, most learned how to swim at a young age.
Miao Chengtang emerged as soon as he hit the water.
“Qingshan!” He heard someone shouting and saw a boat coming down the stream. A rope was thrown from the boat. He used it to hoist himself up.
The river was raging. One would have easily taken mouthfuls of water being in the middle of it. It was fortunate that he managed to get on the boat.
Huff! Huff! Miao Chengtang panted heavily and paid no heed to his soaked body. He looked behind him and saw several people at the cliff. They were getting further and further away.
“That was close!” He let out a large sigh.
The two men had almost died.
“It’s a good thing you had everything thought out.”
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