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"Martial Uncle, one of the disciples we sent to participate in the Medical Exchange has gone missing. His whereabouts are unknown …"

In the reception hall, a disciple was kneeling on the floor, reporting with an ugly expression.

This was the first time this had happened.

"Oh?"

The Third Martial Uncle raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"How can a perfectly fine person disappear into thin air? If he was not hiding somewhere, then he must be hidden by someone else. If he was alive, he must see someone. If he was dead, he must see someone's corpse! "Go find …"

"Yes sir!"

As the disciple left quickly, the Third Martial Aunt's expression became slightly dark.

This sort of situation suddenly happened, and it was indeed somewhat surprising.

"There's definitely something fishy going on!"

With that, the Third Martial Uncle quickly left to discuss with someone else.

Inside the 'Ciji Hall', the tightly shut doors and windows could still be seen with a faint light.

The embarrassing appearance of these three people surprised the father and daughter of the Zhou family.

"Big Brother Zhong, you … "He killed someone?"

Zhou Zihan asked softly while covering his mouth, his face full of worry.

If he were to turn himself in now, it would still be too late.

Cheng Yang shouted directly: "You're the one who killed people, we're going to kill pigs and eat roasted pork chops!"

This kind of excuse, other than deceiving Zhou Zihan, was fine. But Zhou Cangzhu could smell that it was human blood.

"Wen Tao, come with me for a moment."

With a straight face, Zhou Cangzhu walked towards the backyard.

Zhong Wentao immediately put down the dyed red towel and quickly followed.

Cheng Yang and Zheng Yu whispered to each other, Zhou Zihan anxiously looked behind, he did not know what Zhou Cangzhu had to say.

The cool breeze blew on their bodies.

Zhou Cangzhu looked to have aged a lot, as he had obviously seen through their scheme.

"Wen Tao, it's too dangerous!"

He spoke softly, afraid that others would hear him.

Was Zhong Wentao not afraid of being hunted down in the future?

"Uncle Zhou, I understand what I'm doing. Those people deserve to die anyway!"

With that, the benevolent aura around him dissipated, and he faced Zhou Cangzhu with his true face.

The people of his sect had once been innocent, but they had suffered a miserable death. He was no longer a good person.

"You … "Sigh!"

He never thought that Zhong Wentao would be so resolute, to the point where Zhou Cangzhu had no way of persuading him.

The two of them stood there silently, Zhong Wentao's eyes were filled with determination.

Revenge on the Vastheaven Sect, this... It was only the beginning!

In the next few days, Vastheaven Sect searched the entire Pine City thoroughly, but could not find any trace of him. The disappeared disciples seemed to have disappeared into thin air, there were no traces of them at all, not even a single hair that fell to the ground.

Zhong Wentao had been selling the ointment happily, every day he would earn tens of thousands of dollars, busily destroying Zhou Cangzhu's and his plans, he had no time to think about Zhong Wentao killing people.

The situation in the Vastheaven Sect was not as optimistic as it was now. There was no one that could be found, and this had never happened in the past few years.

The Third Martial Aunt was in charge of the Vastheaven Sect, and she had to be very angry every day, and deal with the disciples who did not do well every day. The Third Martial Aunt was in charge of the Vastheaven Sect, and every day, she had to be very angry and deal with the disciples who did badly.

The Sect Leader of the Vastheaven Sect had brought her outstanding disciples to settle bigger matters overseas. The Third Martial Aunt was left behind to look after her sect, so if there were any problems, he would die as well.

"Men, go invite the black shadow out of the mountain."

Third teacher ordered, this was the only way.

Since the disciples of the Vastheaven Sect could not find him, they could only seek help from the outside world. The black shadow was an assassin born in the Vastheaven Sect, with him there, even if there was no clue, he would definitely be able to find the person they were looking for.

In the tournament, because of the bone cracking in his elbow, Zheng Yu automatically withdrew from the competition. He recuperated from his illness in Ciji Hall and used a single hand to make ointment.

The reason why Bai Shiyun had spared no effort in showing her face on TV was also because she wanted to advertise for Zhong Wentao and be a live sign.

On the day of Dongfang Yuan's competition, although they said that it was a spar, he could tell that Dongfang Yuan was here to sharpen her blade.

The formless blade had been sharpened, and she intended to use her medical skills to kill him. This girl was really interesting.

This time, they had to treat two patients together, the symptoms and disease of the two patients should be similar, but seeing his own patient, he knew that Dongfang Yuan had done something, this person's condition was much more severe than Dongfang Yuan's.

Seeing Dongfang Yuan's silent smile, Zhong Wentao knew that he had been tricked.

Shaking his head helplessly, he knew that he couldn't offend a lady.

Unfortunately, he didn't even know how he offended Dongfang Yuan.

According to the rules of the tournament, the contestant can find other helpers on the field to treat his or her patients and ensure the safety of his or her patients.

Dongfang Yuan naturally chose Feng Chen, but Zhong Wentao looked around the arena and gave up on looking for a helper.

"Trying to be brave!"

Dongfang Yuan scoffed, thinking that Zhong Wentao was trying to stand out.

This kind of competition, was conducted in twos and threes, to ensure the safety of the patients. Zhong Wentao had chosen someone, and if anything happened to the patients, he would have to bear all the responsibility.

"Xiao Yuan, let's have a match."

As Feng Chen personally reminded him, he couldn't help but take another glance at Zhong Wentao, and his eyes were filled with admiration as well.

If it was him, he would also need help from the scene. Zhong Wentao was indeed different from them.

Quickly putting on the white gloves, the three carefully checked the patient's condition.

As Feng Chen's helper, it was forbidden for him to help Dongfang Yuan, so he did not say a word the entire time. Even if Dongfang Yuan encountered a difficult problem, he only calmly stood at the side without any intentions of helping.

Zhong Wentao could not see the situation, and wore a mask to observe his own patient.

This person was very ill, and he was not as simple as consumption of lung.

Using two fingers, gently pressing down on the patient's lungs, he saw that the patient was coughing even more violently, and the problem was clearly with the lungs.

"Cough, cough …"

He coughed violently, saliva flying everywhere.

Zhong Wentao quickly took a step back, trying his best to not let the saliva stain him.

Pulmonary tuberculosis was very contagious. Even if he was a doctor, he still had to be careful.

To think that there would be two such patients in this competition. Could it be that the goal was to kill the doctor?

Turning his head to look at Dongfang Yuan, the situation over there was not much better than what he had experienced.

If it wasn't for Feng Chen quickly pulling her, Dongfang Yuan might have gotten infected by the tuberculosis patient's saliva.

This competition was a trap in itself.

Feng Chen immediately made a gesture, telling the judge to temporarily halt.

The few judges were all part of a group of respected Chinese doctors from different cities. After some deliberation, they agreed to Feng Chen's request.

The three quickly left the stage. The two patients were still lying on the bed, and they were getting weaker and weaker.

"Why pause?"

As she sat on the chair to rest, Dongfang Yuan took off her mask.

She was already past Zhong Wentao. If she was overtaken while resting, would Feng Chen be in charge?

"Shh!"

Feng Chen said in a low voice: "There's something wrong with this competition. Those two patients are not that simple. I saw your competition before.

"So what?"

Dongfang Yuan did not mind, since she had the ability, she could win even if it was someone else.

She wanted to prove that there was no Dongfang family, and that she herself was an outstanding Chinese doctor.

"You …"

Feng Chen was helpless as he was unable to explain it to Dongfang Yuan. He wanted to remind Zhong Wentao that because of his identity as a helper, he could not have any interactions with him, otherwise, it would be unfair.

After a short five minutes of rest, the match continued.

Feng Chen could only do his best to protect Dongfang Yuan, and as for Zhong Wentao, he would have to pray for good fortune … After entering the stage again, Zhong Wentao didn't need to put on his mask and gloves anymore. Instead, he put on his surgical suit, as he wanted to directly perform the surgery on the patient here.

This move astonished everyone.

There were no instruments here, not even a bag of blood. What would he do if he bled so much during the operation?

Regarding the surprise of the surroundings, Zhong Wentao did not care at all.

Five hundred years ago, you didn't need to rely on anything modern. You only needed to be skilled in medicine.

As long as one's medical skills were high and his movements were precise, it would not result in an unstoppable situation.

It was because he was sure of his ability that he dared to make a move.

He was very curious as to what was in this patient's lungs that caused them to swell as if inviting him for surgery.

"He's crazy!"

Frowning, Dongfang Yuan commented before continuing with her treatment.

Feng Chen this helper was actually watching Zhong Wentao's actions closely. Dongfang Yuan did not need any help, and simply ignored Feng Chen.

Using alcohol and cotton to disinfect the surgical instruments, the patient was rubbed with powder. After a minute, the sharp scalpel cut through the skin layer by layer until the disgusting condition of the lungs was revealed.

His lungs were bulging and bulging, almost transparent. It was possible to see that there was something squirming inside.

Pneumocyst is a parasitic worm in the lungs, will eat the human lung little by little, leading to death.

The man's condition was critical. If his lungs ruptured, he would die without a doubt.

Using a silver needle, he pierced a small hole in the lung, expelling all of the air in it.

After his lungs deflated, Zhong Wentao quickly used a pair of scissors to cut open his lungs. He caught each lung bug, placed them on the metal plate and watched them on the big screen.

There were a total of twenty-three lung worms. One lung actually had so many bugs growing inside it.

His lungs were almost bitten off. Even if he managed to capture the lung bug, this person wouldn't be able to live for long. It was just that he would be able to die a little more comfortably, as he wouldn't feel the insects crawling around in his body every day.

Feng Chen quickly sewed, stopped the bleeding, and closed the tail. His movements were combined, making it difficult for him to move his eyes away.

This was not something an ordinary person could do. Zhong Wentao had already become a god!

"Hey, hemostatic forceps!"

Dongfang Yuan shouted with dissatisfaction. She needed something, but Feng Chen seemed to have turned stupid.

"Ah, good, good …"