Chapter 73 Can It Really Be Cured?

  "Old Wang Ba, pay attention to the influence, didn't you see I brought someone?" The Car God gave Ling Fei a glance, and the latter understood, putting down Xiao Yu's foot, stepping forward to hold his shoulder, leaving both hands for the Car God. Indeed, after the Car God freed his hands, he coolly took off his sunglasses and casually stuffed them into his pocket. He glanced at that sleazy middle-aged man, then quickly pounced forward, grabbing him by the neck and dragging him inside.

  The middle-aged man was caught off guard, stumbled by the car god, and scolded: "You damn it, every time you come, you bring me that kind of hard-to-please work. This time, whatever you say, I won't help you."

  Che Shen ignored him, gave Ling Fei a look, indicating for him to come in. After Ling Fei helped Xiao Yuyun into this eerie clinic, Che Shen let go of the middle-aged man and patted his shoulder: "Old Wang Ba, go put on some clothes, we've got business to discuss."

  As soon as this was mentioned, the middle-aged man's face changed and he immediately burst into a loud scolding; "Get out! Get out of here!" The voice was so loud that it made people's ears ache. Ling Fei rubbed his ears and rushed to close the door, asking in a low voice; "What did you do? Why such a big reaction?"

  The car god went to pull up the iron gate and whispered, "I don't know..."

  "You'd better put on some clothes first. Standing there naked and talking to us is very impolite." Che Shen shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

  The middle-aged man, dissatisfied, hummed and turned to open the light. The light illuminated the dark room as if it were daytime. Ling Fei finally saw the true appearance of the house: a room less than 60 square meters in size, with one bed piled high with clothes, a large iron box about one person tall, locked tightly with rusty locks and a key hanging from the lock, and a small white cabinet that could barely be seen, on which were placed several packages of medical cotton, needles, knives and other instruments.

  The middle-aged man walked to the bedside, casually grabbed the white coat covered with dirt and put it on, scratched his messy hair, squinted at the driver and said, "Tell me, what kind of hard labor are you going to make me do this time?"

  Che Shen smiled and said, "Two things. First, let's fix this kid's head." He pointed at Xiao Yu Yun. Che Shen paused for a moment, glanced at Ling Fei, and continued, "You also have another little friend in the hospital, right? Let me tell you, Old Wang Ba's medical skills are not bad. Ask him to help you treat your little friend, and he will definitely be able to cure them."

  Ling Fei was taken aback for a moment; "How did you know?"

  Che Shen waved his hand and said, "I know all about your little troubles, don't mention it. First, let's get this kid's head treated, then we'll go to the hospital." After finishing speaking, Che Shen gestured with his hand, and Ling Fei hastily supported Xiao Yu Yun as he walked forward, placing him on the bed piled high with clothes, letting him lie down in a way that wouldn't make him fall off.

  "You're looking for me to treat someone again? Last time I treated some killer, and his enemies chased me for three years! Who are you looking for me to treat this time?" The middle-aged man heard that it was about treating someone and refused to do it. He started rambling on and complaining, scolding the driver, and after finishing, he looked at Ling Fei with narrowed eyes; "And you, young and not working hard, getting married and having kids, what are you doing getting mixed up with this madman? Listen to my advice, quickly leave him, otherwise your greatest regret in life will be knowing this old beast!"

  Ling Fei rubbed his nose with his fingers, smiled reluctantly and said, "That... can you cure him first?" As he spoke, Ling Fei pointed to Xiao Yu Yun who was still lying on the bed, covered in blood. It was clear that Xiao Yu Yun's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

  "Was he just hit a few times on the head and that's it? He's too cowardly, right?" The middle-aged man said with disdain after walking up to Xiao Yuyun, pulling his eyelids and touching his head.

  Ling Fei coughed awkwardly; "Uh... afterwards he even took a taxi..."

  "Huh?"

  The middle-aged man was stunned, and after a long while, he suddenly blurted out a word. Then, he looked at Ling Fei and Xiao Yu Yun with a gaze as if they were monsters, making "tsk" sounds with his mouth.

  "What...what's wrong?" Ling Fei was stared at by him until he felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask.

  "Nothing, I just wonder why you guys didn't die after getting on that old beast's car. The most miraculous thing is this kid, who suffered such severe injuries and lost so much blood, can still get on his car? Miracle, miracle..."

  After finishing, the middle-aged man shook his head and walked to the small cabinet, picked up a cotton swab, opened the cabinet and took out a bottle, dipped it on the cotton swab, and then walked in front of Xiao Yuyun, wiping away the blood stains on his face, revealing that pale face due to excessive blood loss.

  "The young man looks good, with clear eyebrows and eyes, but he's going to die." The middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, began to clean the wound on his head with medicine and cotton balls, then gestured to Ling Fei; "Go get me gauze, tweezers, scissors, and that yellow medicinal wine from the bottom shelf of the cabinet."

  Ling Fei nodded and walked to the cabinet to take out those things as instructed, then glanced at Che Shen who was standing aside with a smile.

  "Can't you stop showing off..." Ling Fei muttered, not waiting for Che Shen's response, and walked over to Xiao Yu Yun's side, handing the things to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up a pair of tweezers, dipped a piece of medical cotton in the yellow medicinal wine, and gently rubbed it on Xiao Yu Yun's wound. Finally, he opened the gauze, skillfully bandaged his head, patted his hand, and said, "Done."

  "What? That's it?" Ling Fei stood by, still expecting to see some special technique from the middle-aged man, but after a simple bandaging, he was done. This left Ling Fei somewhat perplexed - could this really save Mo Yan?

  The hope that had just been ignited in her heart was immediately extinguished, and the feeling was absolutely unbearable.

  "Nonsense, do you think we need to crack his skull open for it to be over?" The middle-aged man cursed and pointed at the plastic stool beside him; "Sit down yourself." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man took out a pack of Jin Qiao cigarettes from the breast pocket of his white coat, lit one up and savored it with relish.

  Ling Fei smelled the familiar scent of smoke, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't bring himself to ask the middle-aged man for a cigarette. He walked over to the plastic stool and sat down. Che Shen also came over and patted Ling Fei's shoulder. "Don't worry, this old fool may look stupid, but his medical skills are really unparalleled. I know you know someone with healing abilities, but he definitely can't save that little friend of yours."

  Ling Fei was stunned for a moment, he indeed had the intention of finding Bing Xin to rescue Yu Mo, but at this moment, Che Shen told him that Bing Xin couldn't save Yu Mo. The feeling was not just disappointment, but more despair.

  He can be said to be his brother, the kind of blood is thicker than water, in his heart, he can say that Ling Mo and Ling Ya are on the same level, his own brother is beyond salvation, even the coldest person would feel a sense of loss and sorrow that cannot be put into words.

  "Look at you, I haven't even finished speaking and you're already looking so gloomy. Just because your friend can't cure it doesn't mean this old man can't. This old man's medical skills are only limited by what you can think of, there's absolutely nothing he can't do." The Car God saw Ling Fei's bitter face, patted his shoulder and smiled.

  "Don't even mention laughter, not to mention the power that doesn't belong to the scientific category can't be cured, what can medicine do?" Ling Fei sighed and shook his head, rubbing his face with both hands. He needed to calm down. Since Bing Xin couldn't be cured, he still had his last trump card, a trump card that could only be used in desperation - Chu Feng...

  Upon hearing Ling Fei's words, before the Car God could even speak up, that middle-aged man already became unwilling. He took a drag on his cigarette and slowly said: "Don't think that you ability users are invincible. No matter how strong your abilities are, can you withstand a nuclear bomb? Not to mention a nuclear bomb, I reckon even an ordinary tank would be able to crush you all."

  Ling Fei was taken aback; "From an angle where nothing unexpected happens... what you said is right."

  A middle-aged man curled his lips; "Isn't that settled? Don't look down on medicine, not to mention Western medicine, I studied traditional Chinese medicine. The grandeur and profundity of traditional Chinese medicine is something you bunch of ability users can't compare with?"

  Ling Fei was stunned by the middle-aged man's words, but after thinking about it, he felt that what he said made sense. Indeed, the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine cannot be compared to their kind, who are not tolerated by society.

  "Then... can you really cure my friend?" Ling Fei's eyes lit up with hope once again, and he excitedly stood up to ask.

  "Nonsense." The middle-aged man had his legs crossed, and the slippers on his feet swung back and forth with the movement of his legs, just like Fire Cloud Evil God in the movie "Kung Fu".