Inside the Sky Clinic, the seven-star lamp was illuminating. Black and white aura surrounded the good-evil tripod. The face on the tripod had its eyes closed, too unbothered to even look at Ning Tao.
Such was the everyday situation at the Sky Clinic. Ning Tao had long been used to it to the point of indifference.
On the table was the piece of cloudy ore which he had taken from the Feminine-moon City. In order to prevent wastage, Ning Tao had even specially placed a piece of white paper beneath it to prevent the powder of the ore from falling to the ground.
"Should I refine it using the delicate perfumed tripod, or cultivate something with it?"
Ning Tao was conflicted over that issue for about ten minutes. He did not know what he could get out of refining it in the delicate perfumed tripod. If he were to cultivate an item out of it, he could make a scalpel, since he needed one. However, the cloudy ore was extremely rare; he did
Actually, regardless of the Feminine-moon people civilization, Tang Zixian's identity or any major conspiracy, none of them were more important than the issue of the clinic's treatment fee. There was no upgrade that month and the clinic's rent remained at 2000 points of good-evil treatment fee. Still, the ledger made of bamboo slips indicated that he was only left with 1321 points, so he still needed more than 600. Then, instead of going to the forest to watch over Tang Zixian, Tu Wenjin and the archaeology team at the cost of enduring mosquito bites and boredom, he would rather return home and earn some good-evil treatment fees. He believed that apart from the Feminine-moon's city and the cloudy ore, he was also Tang Zixian's target. Thus, she would sooner or later reach out to him. Then why should he be in a rush? The Sky Clinic's convenient door opened through the stone wall. Ning Tao and the God's Will electric bicycle appeared inside Qing Zhui's cave residence.
The license for the Shenzhou Charity Company was attained. Bai Jing, Qing Zhui and Yin Molan were shareholders, in which Qing Zhui and Bai Jing possessed a greater proportion of shares. Bai Jing had 50% of the shares, Qing Zhui had 40% while Yin Molan only had 10%. Ning Tao was not included. Even though he had provided the start-up capital, he did not hold a single share. Such a distribution was not his idea. It was unlikely to be Qing Zhui's idea, but Bai Jing's. Ning Tao could also not bother to get involved with it. Bai Jing would be put entirely in charge of the Shenzhou Charity Company. Thus, allocating 50% of the shares to her was a necessary measure, so that she could have a better control of the company. Hu Jilu was indeed ill. His face was swollen, dark circles were under his eyes, his skin pale and lackluster to the extent of looking quite sickly. After exchanging a few words casually, Ning Tao activated his power of sight and smell to make a di
Ning Tao had just arrived near the police tape and turned towards the direction of the voice, then a familiar face came into view. More than 50 years old, some crow's feet and grey hair. He had recognized her instantly. That woman was called Xu Xingrong, a lecturer of the forensics specialization. She used to teach him anatomy, and had helped him a fair bit. For her to appear there, Xu Xingrong was clearly involved with the case of the previous night. She was carrying a tool box, her eyes were red from either crying or a lack of sleep. She looked exhausted and downspirited. "Professor Xu, it has been a long time," Ning Tao greeted. Xu Xingrong said, "I heard that you did not intern at the university hospital. What happened?" Ning Tao forced a smile. "Some things are hard to explain, so forget it. Oh right, Professor Xu, are you here to assist with the police investigation at the crime scene? Are there any clues?"
Zhou Ying's body lay in the dissecting room. It was not a bed, but a movable table made of stainless steel. She was covered with a white sheet, and her pale feet were exposed. The soles of her feet were filled with rubbish and dirt, which had been stuck to the soles when the body was thrown onto the dust heap. Xu Xingrong was talking to a legal medical examiner from the police. "This is the sixth. Why did that guy kill such a young girl in such frenzy?" There was a suppressed anger and helplessness in the medical examiner's voice. Xu Xingrong gave a sigh. "I suspect that we cannot find any clue on Zhou Ying, like the first five victims. I wondered, who on earth could do that?" The medical examiner shook his head. "I don't know. My superiors put a lot of pressure on me after this happened. Please help to deal with it, Professor Xu. I've got to get back to deal with the things found in the scene. I'll contact you later."
Ning Tao was a little confused by the unexpected situation. There were only Xu Xingrong, him and Zhou Ying's body in the dissecting room. What did these policemen mean by coming in with guns and shouting orders not to move? He glanced at Xu Xingrong unconsciously. Xu Xingrong was still turning Zhou Ying's stomach with one hand, but this movement was frozen after the policeman shouted loudly. "Oh!" The policeman at the front suddenly felt a surge in his stomach. He turned quickly and put his hand over his mouth. The other officers wanted to turn around or close their eyes, but if they also did it, who would do the work? "Who's Ning Tao?" asked one of the policemen, trying to keep from vomiting. "I'm Ning Tao. What is it?" Ning Tao asked. Xu Xingrong had just come to her senses. "What is the matter with you? What are you doing here? Non..." Before she could finish her word, "nonsense," the armed police
Hu Jilu was nervous on the operating table. "Doctor Ning, do I need an anesthetic?" Ning Tao replied lightly with a smile, "No, my patient never needs anesthesia for surgery." "Won't it hurt if I don't use anesthesia?" Ning Tao picked up a Sacred Needles from the small medicine chest and stuck it in Hu Jilu's Baihui acupoint. A speck of extraordinary spiritual power entered Hu Jilu's brain at that moment. Hu Jilu closed his eyes with a slight jolt. “It's just a minor operation. Why did you talk so much?” Ning Tao removed Hu Jilu's pants, separated his hairy legs, and disinfected the area that was going to have the operation with iodine before starting the operation. His procedure was different from that of the doctors in the hospital. He first sealed the patient's acupuncture points with his Sacred Needles and then heated the knife. The purpose of sealing the acupuncture points with Sac
The moment Yang Hai realized the situation was against him, he turned to go. "Stand right there for me!" Wu Wenbo said in a low voice. "The case isn't over. Who allowed you to leave?" Blood momentarily drained from Yang Hai's face. Even his voice was quavering. "This... has nothing to do with me. I need to rush back to the hospital." Hu Jilu said, "What's the hurry? You weren't nervous at the start. Why are you in such a hurry now? Feeling guilty, eh?" "No... no." Although he said this, Yang Hai was obviously guilt-ridden. Tian Mengjiao and Yang Ting's eyes converged on Yang Hai. At this moment, Wu Wenbo added, "Hey girls, do you know what the punishment is for framing Ning Tao? It's the death penalty for murder. If you succeed and Ning Tao is sentenced to death, it is equal to murder. What a heinous crime, to frame him and send him to his death! Why are you girls so wicked?" "I... I...
In a fashion accessories shop, a salesgirl was unhappily watching a young man sniffing at a string of red sandalwood beads at her counter. The young man had asked for thuja beads, gold-rimmed nanmu beads, Chinese rosewood beads, as well as African padauk and "rhinoceros" padauk beads. She had given him almost every kind of wooden beads. He merely sniffed at them without saying a word. The young man with the bizarre habit was Ning Tao. This was the fifth shop he had visited on his sniffing trip. "Sir, if you like to sniff them, you can buy them and sniff all you like at home," the salesgirl said. If it weren't for Ning Tao's attractive good looks, she would have rolled her eyes at him. "It's not this odor... " Ning Tao's expression was full of disappointment. "What do you mean, not this odor?" the salesgirl asked. Ning Tao regathered his thoughts and returned the sandalwood beads to the salesgirl. He smiled. "Nothi