"Take a seat. Let's talk while sitting down," Zhang Zeshan said.
Ning Tao said, "The patient needs to be attended to. Let's not sit down. It's not too late to talk after I've seen her."
Yet, Zhang Zeshan had already sat down on the sofa. He took out a pack of cigarettes, then slowly took one out, lit it, and smoked. "I said there's no rush, then there's no rush. Come sit. Sit."
Ning Tao wished he could give Zhang Zeshan a kick, given such an attitude of his. He was so anxious, while Zhang Zeshan appeared completely indifferent in the face of an urgent situation. Did Jiang Hao's life and future mean nothing to this "superior"?
However, he still kept his composure and sat opposite Zhang Zeshan. "All right, what does Chief Zhang wish to talk to me about?"
Ning Tao quietly activated his state of looking as he was getting seated. He was not observing Zhang Zeshan's aura this time, but instead, his good energy and evil
Tang Zhen pulled Ning Tao to the door. She stretched out her hand and twisted the door handle to open it, but the door did not budge. It was a door requiring an identity card and enough authorization to open. "Open the door! Open it... boohoo..." Tang Zhen was so anxious that she started to stamp her feet. Then, she collapsed into a heap. Ning Tao immediately helped her up. He took the opportunity to press down on her neck's artery to make her faint. She was so affected that even spiritual power would not stabilize her emotions. It would be bad for her to remain awake. It would be much better for her to be unconscious. "Auntie Tang has passed out. Where can we let her lie down and rest?" Ning Tao asked. Zhang Zeshan instructed two female comrades to help Tang Zhen away. Ning Tao stood before the glass wall, watching Jiang Hao get bound on the bed. He frowned slightly. This environment made it impossi
Ning Tao walked out of the quarantine room. A large crowd instantly gathered up to him. "Doctor Ning, what medicine did you let Comrade Jiang Hao take?" An elderly doctor could not wait to ask. Ning Tao said, "Sorry, it's a secret prescription left by my master. I can't tell." That old doctor still would not give up. He entreated, "Would you let me see your pill?" Ning Tao shook his head. "Sorry, I can't." The elderly doctor was stunned, rooted to the spot. He did not expect Ning Tao to reject him so unkindly. The medical staff with him had many questions to ask Ning Tao, but when they found the elderly doctor snubbed, they all kept quiet. A bustling scene had instantly turned awkward. Zhang Zeshan came to Ning Tao, his face wearing a smile. "Doctor Ning is indeed a miracle doctor. Just now, I saw Comrade Jiang Hao regain her sanity after taking your pill. I hope you can continue treati
After returning from the institute, Tang Zhen's mood had noticeably improved. She cooked a few dishes for supper and had two glasses of beer with Ning Tao. She kept talking about Jiang Hao's return. She wanted Jiang Hao to quit and marry young. When she broached the subject of Jiang Hao's marriage, her eyes kept wondering around Ning Tao's body. She had recovered her mood so quickly because she trusted Ning Tao completely. She believed Ning Tao would do what he promised and bring Jiang Hao home. But the truth was cruel. Even if he managed to smuggle Jiang Hao out of the militarized institute and treat her in the clinic, she would no longer be the same person. But Ning Tao could only hide this cruel truth in his heart, savoring its bitterness. "Tao, have an early rest. Get up early tomorrow and take me to the institute. I must see you bring Hao away from the room." "Alright. I will sleep in the living room tonight."
The human face on the good-evil tripod had opened its eyes. But it was not the angry face greeting an evildoer, nor the smiling face welcoming a good person. It did not seem to be angry or happy. The situation was strange— Ning Tao had never encountered this before. But it was not the time to study that face. He was in no mood to study it. "This place..." Only now did Jiang Hao have the chance to talk. She did not know how to describe her feelings. Everything which had happened just now and the Sky Clinic she was seeing before her eyes seemed like a dream. Ning Tao released his hands. He did not hasten to explain what this place was. He was in no hurry to disclose his identity as a cultivating doctor too. He merely stared at her, his heart full of sorrow, pity and some guilt. He could not help but wonder: if he had been calmer and not been intimate with Jiang Hao in the movie theater, if he had not asked her to accept Qing Zhui
It was deserted on the street in the early morning. The advertisement board trembled in the night breeze, making creaking noises. It was a bustling sight in a small workshop. Some workers were immersing paper cartons in a huge basin of caustic soda. Others were chopping paper cartons with a kitchen cleaver. Still others were adding the chopped paper into fatty meat fillings. It was a wicked workshop. All their meat fillings contained paper cartons immersed in caustic soda. Caustic soda was a highly corrosive chemical and very detrimental to human health. But soon, these meat fillings mixed with paper cartons would be served in restaurants on breakfast tables. Those rushing to work or school would not know what they had eaten. "Hurry, don't take your own sweet time!" A middle-aged woman was shouting in the workshop. "Soon, customers will be here to collect the goods. If we can't provide them on time, I will dock your pay." The w
A plume of green fumes gushed out. The gaunt Jiang Hao disappeared in its midst. Ning Tao could not see her, but he did not enter the fumes to check. He could have done that, but it would be of no use. The curative process of Sky Clinic was still a mystery. He did not know when he could unravel it. A few seconds later, the green fume returned to the good-evil tripod. Jiang Hao was lying on the floor, her short hair black and glossy, her skin fair, tender and smooth. Before this, she was gaunt, but she had now returned to her former figure— tall yet busty, her faint muscular curvatures giving her a very special sexiness. Ning Tao glanced at the sin of evil intention prescription pact in his hand. On it was an atonement clause which read, "Removing the demon root by herself." There was also another atonement proviso: "Kneel before her father and be filial to him." None of these clauses had disappeared. "Even if she managed to rem
The golden dawn enveloped the city of millions of people. The glorious imperial city of the Ming dynasty was basking in gold and lights. In contrast with the traffic and surrounding modern buildings, it created a grand image of the coexistence between past and present. How many people of today would be aware of the stories that had taken place in the ancient imperial city? Time never stops. Nobody knew what this place would become in another 300 to 500 years. The future was in darkness. People of the current lifetime were slowly advancing forward in the dark with a lantern, but the lantern was bound to run out of fuel. The lives of this lifetime would become the past, but darkness was eternal. For a split second when the God's Will electric motorbike drove past the imperial city gates, Ning Tao was tempted to go in to take a look while in the state of deficient Ancestor-seeking Elixir allergy and activate the abil
The afternoon sunlight brought a sense of lethargy to the people. The children had returned to their dormitories for a nap. The spacious Sunshine Orphanage was quiet, and there was only the chirping from a few cicadas, making sounds that signaled the end of life. Ning Tao stood on the soft grass patch of the newly constructed soccer field. He watched the two women under the Banyan tree anxiously. Jiang Hao wanted to come and meet Qing Zhui. There was no way for him to stop her. Jiang Hao and Qing Zhui met at Sunshine Orphanage. He could not hear what they were talking about, because once the two women started conversing, Jiang Hao had chased him off, not letting him stay around. Had they reached the consensus of serving the same husband? Or would they be fighting to death over sole and exclusive ownership? Was it a clash of ice and fire or the battle of sword and spear? Ning Tao had no