After she heard a shout, Wang Rubing immediately turned around. When she saw Qin Haodong lift his leg and kick the man again, she quickly shouted, "Haodong, stop it!"
Qin Haodong had reached the realm of ease. When he heard Wang Rubing scream, he immediately retracted his right leg, turned around and said, "Sister, did you want to personally teach this hooligan a lesson? Feel free to beat him. I will kill him if he dares to resist."
"Get out of the way! You are the hooligan!"
Wang Rubing pushed Qin Haodong away, lifted the person up from the ground, and said, "Are you okay?"
Qin Haodong was slightly stunned as he said in surprise, "Sister, did you take the wrong medicine? He's a hooligan. Why are you so nice to him?"
"You are the hooligan!" That person stood up from the ground. The kick had bruised his nose and face and made his head crack and bleed. He looked like a mess, but Qin Haodong could still recognize him
Nalan Wuxia's expression turned cold as she said, "Remember, you are now a policeman. You can't use your thoughts to restore the truth of a case. You need to discover the thoughts of the criminal to break a case. Just because you don't believe in this, you think that everyone else doesn't either? Then explain to me why this symbol appeared in all three murder scenes. Are you going to tell me that all the criminals like to draw?" "I..." The policeman was suddenly speechless. Nalan Wuxia turned around and told Qin Haodong, "Are there a lot of people who can understand this Invoking Figure Talisman? Can you lock onto a circle of criminals who are skilled in Taoism?" Qin Haodong shook his head and said, "The Invoking Figure Talisman is not considered difficult in Taoism. Everyone can do it. Witches from any place can. Even ordinary people who believe in Taoism can as well." "Oh! So that's how it is!"
Nalan Wuxia asked, "So it means they are either a Taoist or proficient in magic arts?" Qin Haodong shook his head and said, "You can't exactly say that. If ordinary people can have a magic instrument that collects souls, then they can also take away the souls of the deceased." Nalan Wuxia said, "But why would an ordinary person want souls?" Qin Haodong said, "I don't know. Only the killer would know." The two of them walked around the scene again. They had to return to the crime squad disappointedly as they could not find anything. "Haodong, think again. Is there no other method?" This case was too strange. It was impossible to immediately find clues. As for Nalan Wuxia, she had begun to feel a strange trust for Qin Haodong. Qin Haodong said with a wry smile, "Since there is no suspect and the souls of the deceased are gone, there is nothing I can do." At that moment, some
Qin Haodong said with a smile, "Oh! Then I'll thank you for my uncle!" "You're welcome. Your uncle is also Rubing's uncle, so her uncle is my uncle." Zhang Hao had just made a little progress on his relationship with Wang Rubing. Of course, he would not let go of this opportunity to please him. Thus, he asked, "When will my uncle arrive?" Qin Haodong said, "He's arrived in Jiangnan City. He is currently with me, but I can't leave when something needs to be done. I will let him go to meet you." Zhang Hao said, "Yes, I will wait for him at the gate of Guangren Hospital. However, you should tell me about my uncle, or I won't recognize him when I see him later." Qin Haodong stifled a laugh and said, "My youngest uncle is 30 years old. His name is Tang Feng. I'll tell him your phone number and let him call you." "Oh! I've written it down," Zhang Hao suddenly responded before he asked, "My uncle is only 30
Qin Haodong realized that he was Tang Feng and was not handsome and young at the moment. He was currently ordinary and looked older. Qin Haodong said with a smile, "I'm sorry. I'm Tang Feng, a new doctor of this hospital." Upon seeing that his attitude was good enough, Zhang Tingting glanced at him and said, "Are you from the traditional Chinese medicine department?" Qin Haodong asked in surprise, "How did you know that?" "Don't be so surprised. I can smell the traditional Chinese medicine all over you from afar. At our hospital, no other departments would be so idle except the traditional Chinese medicine department." Qin Haodong said with an exaggerated expression, "You are really smart." Although she knew that Qin Haodong was flattering her, Zhang Tingting was very happy. No one would say such words to her under ordinary circumstances. There was a smile on her cold face as she asked, "What can I d
Lu Fei cleared his throat and said, "Here's the deal. The injury is very serious. The dagger has pierced his chest. The worst thing is that it is close to his heart and has even injured some peripheral tissue of his heart. In this case, it's a miracle that he didn't die on the spot. The operation must be carried out immediately to remove the dagger. Otherwise, he will only live 2 to 3 hours." Upon hearing that Feng Zixiong's injury was so serious, Nalan Wuxia said anxiously, "Doctor, no matter how much we have to pay, you must please save my colleague." Lu Fei said, "We will try our best to have the operation immediately, but you should be prepared mentally. This operation is very risky." Then, another uniformed policeman crossed through the crowd and asked nervously, "What about the risks he will face?" He was Feng Ziying, Feng Zixiong's brother. He had heard that his brother had been injured and had just arrived
"Nonsense!" Hua Zi'an grew so angry that his beard shook. "I've been a Chinese medicine practitioner all my life, but I've never seen anyone fill prescriptions without weighing it." "I'm really in a hurry, Senior Hua," Qin Haodong uttered. "If you don't believe me, check it out." Then he went on. Hua Zi'an snorted, thinking that the young man refused to be convinced until he was faced with grim reality. "How many notoginseng did you just catch?" He asked. "105 grams." Qin Haodong answered without looking back. Hua Zi'an picked up the notoginseng and put it on the scale. Then his eyes widened in surprise because the scales showed exactly 105 grams. "How is that possible? It must be a coincidence," he thought and then asked. "How many fleece-flower roots did you catch?" "325 grams." Hua Zi'an checked it again and found it was exactly the same. "Wh
Qin Haodong led the way with a pot, followed by white-haired Hua Zi'an, who gasped, "Wait for me, buddy." The old man's eyes were burning with astonishment, because he had just seen Qin Haodong's amazing way to cook herbs. It was supposed to take 40 minutes to boil a pot of medicine, but Qin Haodong made it in less than 10 minutes, which was a real eye-opener to him. Of course he wanted to come and see the effect of the Pulse-warming and Heart-nourishing Soup. As he glanced at the red light above the operating room's door, Qin Haodong's face darkened. "Has the operation started?" He asked. "We have no choice. Feng Zixiong's condition suddenly deteriorated two minutes ago, so the operation was advanced." "Two minutes ago? There's still time. I'll get the medicine in now and give it to the patient." Then he tried to enter the operating room. "I'll do it, buddy," offered Hua Zi'an. "Given the way Lu Fei
Then Lu Fei became less angry. On the contrary, he was secretly happy. By doing so, he not only pushed the blame for the risky operation, but also gave him a chance to clean up his old enemy. After all this, he predicted that Zhang Lijun would not tolerate Hua Zi'an this time, but would definitely punish him and root out the traditional Chinese medicine department. In Lu Fei's view, such a department without any scientific basis should not exist in such a modern hospital. After Lu Fei left, all the attention in the operating room turned to the pot of traditional Chinese medicine in Hua Zi'an's hand, wondering if it could do wonders for the patient. A minute passed; two minutes passed; three minutes... As Hua Zi'an fed the patient all the contents of the pot, the data on the nearby heart monitor began to change— the heart's beating curve, which was already tending to a straight line, suddenly became stronger and stronger. Five m