Ye Qiu and the other two returned to Lingshan County.
They had a meal together.
Then, Master Longbrow took Shuisheng back to Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Before parting, Master Longbrow said to Ye Qiu, “Come to Dragon Tiger Mountain when you have time. I’ll personally roast some game for you.”
“Alright,” Ye Qiu agreed readily.
Master Longbrow added, “Hurry up and improve your cultivation. I have a feeling those old monsters in the Forbidden City are about to come out of seclusion.”
“I will,” Ye Qiu replied.
The old monsters of the Forbidden City weighed on Ye Qiu’s mind like a massive boulder, giving him immense pressure.
Master Longbrow glanced at the medicine sable perched on Ye Qiu’s shoulder and said, “I’m really jealous of you.”
Ye Qiu grinned, “Can’t help it. Good looks, good luck.”
“Get lost!” Master Longbrow glared at Ye Qiu and stormed off with a flick of his sleeve.
“Dr. Ye, you must come to Dragon Tiger Mountain when you’re free,” Shuisheng said. He glanced ahead, seeing Master Longbrow already far off, then whispered, “Martial Uncle’s secretly stashed a bunch of wine. I know where it’s buried. I’ll dig it up for you to drink when you come.”
“Sure, and if you’ve got time, come visit Jiangzhou. I’ll take you to a club,” Ye Qiu replied.
“A club?” Shuisheng looked puzzled, “What’s that?”
“You don’t know?” Ye Qiu was a bit surprised, “Ask the old man. He’s a regular at all the big clubs.”
“Alright then, I’ll head off. See you, Dr. Ye,” Shuisheng waved, caught up with Master Longbrow, and asked, “Martial Uncle, when are you taking me to a club? Dr. Ye said you’re a regular at them.”
Thwack! Master Longbrow smacked Shuisheng on the head and said sternly, “Don’t listen to that little brat’s nonsense. I’m the head of Dragon Tiger Mountain. How could I possibly go to such filthy places?”
Unbeknownst to him, this only piqued Shuisheng’s curiosity about the clubs Ye Qiu mentioned.
Glancing at Master Longbrow, Shuisheng thought to himself, “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll just go to Jiangzhou and have Dr. Ye take me to one.”
Master Longbrow caught the glint in Shuisheng’s eye and knew exactly what the kid was thinking. He groaned inwardly.
Shuisheng was at that hot-blooded age and had a handsome face to boot. If he really went to a club, wouldn’t those women there devour him alive?
No way, this kid cannot leave the mountain.
“Shuisheng, look at yourself. You’re only a few years younger than Ye Qiu, yet you don’t even have half his skills,” Master Longbrow said.
“Once we’re back at the mountain, you’re going into seclusion.”
“Until you master the Golden Light Incantation, you’re not stepping foot off the mountain.”
Shuisheng’s face instantly turned more bitter than a gourd.
After Master Longbrow and Shuisheng left, Ye Qiu also took a bus out of Lingshan County.
On the road, Ye Qiu leaned back in his seat to sleep.
The past few days in the Hundred Thousand Mountains had kept his nerves on edge, and he hadn’t rested well.
A few hours later, he’d need to catch a flight back to Jiangzhou.
He didn’t know how long had passed when a loud “clang” jolted him awake, followed by a chorus of screams.
A crash! Ye Qiu’s eyes snapped open. The bus he was on had slammed into a hillside and stalled instantly.
Thankfully, all the passengers inside were unharmed.
Ye Qiu let out a breath of relief and looked up, only to see that the bus had collided with a red lorry.
The lorry, like a maddened bull, charged forward wildly before letting out a piercing screech of brakes that froze the air. Then, with a “bang,” it flipped onto its side on the highway.
Instinctively, Ye Qiu’s medical training kicked in, two words flashing in his mind—Save him!
He leapt off the bus and dashed forward like lightning, reaching the lorry in just ten seconds.
Bending down, Ye Qiu saw only one person in the cab, the driver.
The driver was unconscious, a large gash on his forehead bleeding profusely.
At this rate of blood loss, without immediate treatment, the driver would be dead in minutes.
The situation was critical.
“Boom!” Ye Qiu kicked open the lorry’s windscreen, yanked the driver out of the cab, and laid him flat on the ground. He quickly pulled out three five-inch golden needles.
Swish, swish, swish! Ye Qiu inserted the three needles into the top of the driver’s head.
Next, he took out two seven-inch golden needles, holding one in each hand, and applied them simultaneously.
In an instant, the two needles pierced the driver’s temples.
Ye Qiu then drew a blood-stopping talisman.
After completing these steps, it was clear the bleeding from the driver’s forehead had stopped.
It worked! Ye Qiu grabbed the driver’s wrist to check his pulse, and his expression changed instantly.
There was internal bleeding in the driver’s chest!
If the blood wasn’t cleared soon, it could clog the blood vessels and potentially cause a heart attack.
Ye Qiu immediately unbuttoned the driver’s shirt, pulled out seven more golden needles, and inserted them into the driver’s chest. Then, he flicked the end of one needle with his finger.
“Buzz!” The seven needles vibrated in unison, emitting a humming sound.
At the same time, a faint golden airflow moved between the needles.
By then, the bus passengers had disembarked and gathered nearby, watching Ye Qiu perform his acupuncture rescue. The entire highway was blocked solid.
A Bentley sedan approaching from a distance slowed to a stop.
In the front passenger seat of the Bentley sat a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses.
Seeing the crowd clogging the road ahead, the man frowned and said to the driver, “Xiao Wang, go check what’s happening up there.”
“Yes, Professor Qian,” Xiao Wang replied and quickly got out of the car.
The middle-aged man glanced at the back seat, where a lean old man in a black robe sat, eyes closed, resting.
Next to the old man was a black medicine chest.
Two minutes later, Xiao Wang returned and reported to the middle-aged man, “Professor Qian, there’s been an accident ahead. A lorry driver’s badly injured and bleeding heavily.”
Hearing this, the black-robed old man in the back seat opened his eyes and said, “Let’s go take a look.”
Professor Qian hurriedly said, “Elder Li, we should hurry on our way. My father’s still waiting for you to save him.”
“As a healer, how can I ignore someone in need?” Elder Li replied, picking up his medicine chest, opening the car door, and rushing toward the crowd.
Xiao Wang muttered under his breath, “This Elder Li has no sense of priority. Can a lorry driver’s life compare to the old master’s?”
“The old master’s hanging by a thread, waiting for him to save his life, and he’s wasting time here. If this delays treatment, can he bear the responsibility?”
“Watch your words!” Professor Qian shot Xiao Wang a stern look and said, “Elder Li is a national medical sage. He knows what he’s doing.”
With that, Professor Qian opened his door and headed into the crowd as well.
