Repaying Kindness with Enmity (Continued)

"Your Zhongfu, Chongmen, Xingjian, and Shencang acupoints have been invaded by cold and poisonous qi. These four acupoints connect to the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, Spleen Meridian of Foot-Taiyin, Liver Meridian of Foot-Jueyin, and Kidney Meridian of Foot-Shaoyin, all of which are Yin meridians. Adding cold and poisonous qi at this time is like cutting off the fuel supply. It will cause stagnation of Essence Blood, obstruction of qi circulation, and failure to generate Yang qi, resulting in the dominance of Yin. Your whole body will feel like it's in an ice cellar. An ordinary person would not survive more than three days. It is only because of your profound Internal Cultivation that you have been able to endure it for so long, but you have suffered more than ordinary people. Moreover, the cold qi is accumulating more and more, and the pain will only get worse day by day. In the end, your whole body will shrink and you will become a dwarf... Alas, who did this? It's so vicious."

Upon hearing this, Shang Zhen realized that the other party possessed genuine talent and skill. Since he could diagnose the cause of the illness, treating it would not be difficult. He immediately praised him, saying, "The divine doctor's medical skills are indeed unparalleled. I was indeed injured by someone using cold energy."

He immediately unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a chest covered in thick chest hair, with a clear, purplish-brown palm print on it, with bulging black veins that looked like earthworms—a truly terrifying sight.

"It's the Cold Nether Palm from the Sand River Gang. I've seen people who have been hit by the Cold Nether Palm before, and they all have the same palm print on their bodies."

"I heard that three days ago, the Golden Flood Dragon Gang and the Sand River Gang had a fierce battle, resulting in over a thousand casualties. Half of the Jinsha River was stained red with blood. Moreover, Shang Zhen and Qian Qi were both severely injured. Now it seems that the rumors are true."

"Neither the Golden Flood Dragon Gang nor the Sand River Gang are good people. They're like dogs fighting, leaving a mess behind. The little divine doctor shouldn't have treated their injuries."

The last person to speak was glared at by the Golden Flood Dragon Gang members and was too intimidated to utter a word.

Murong Wu ignored the gossip and took out four secret needles from a box. He casually pierced four acupoints, striking them with remarkable speed and accuracy. Those with discerning eyes present secretly applauded, knowing that this young prodigy doctor also possessed martial arts skills and was undoubtedly one of the best among his peers.

Shortly after the secret needles entered his body, four streams of black blood shot out from the needle tails. This was because all four needles were hollow. Shang Zhen felt his whole body suddenly relax and feel extremely comfortable. His body also warmed up and he stopped trembling.

Murong Wu only stopped the needlework after the black blood turned red and congealed. He then wrote a prescription and said, "By releasing the Blood Qi, the cold poison will also be expelled. Take this prescription and you should recover within ten days. Remember not to fight with anyone."

Shang Zhen glanced at the prescription. Although he wasn't very knowledgeable about pharmacology, he recognized that it contained many herbs that dispel cold and replenish yang. He nodded, subtly giving one of his men a look, and then cupped his hands to Murong Wu, saying, "Thank you for your help, Divine Physician. I would not regret dying, but there are still eight thousand men below who rely on the Golden Flood Dragon Gang for their livelihood. If I die, the Golden Flood Dragon Gang will be leaderless and will surely fall into chaos. If external enemies intervene and cause trouble, I don't know how many more people will lose their lives. I thank you, Divine Physician, on behalf of these brothers."

Murong Wu recalled his senior sister Yu Shuying's involvement in the underworld and felt that what she said was true. His expression softened slightly, and he said, "I wouldn't dare. Healing the sick and saving lives is a doctor's duty. I only hope that the gang leader remembers his promise and stops bullying men and women and committing evil deeds. Even if you are a member of a gang, you can still walk the righteous path, live an upright and honorable life. Isn't that better than making money through those unscrupulous means?"

At this moment, the little girl in the hut sneered again, "There are plenty of arrogant fools in this world, just like the nobles and officials of those corrupt dynasties. They always think that without them, the people would be left unruly, and the world would be plunged into eternal darkness. But as it turns out, these guys are nothing more than weeds in the field; they can be cut down and will grow back. There are plenty of people capable of replacing them."

These words were sharp and merciless, leaving both sides somewhat embarrassed. Even the onlookers outside found the girl's words incisive, but since they were on the opposite side of the Golden Flood Dragon Gang, they were happy to see someone humiliate the Golden Flood Dragon Gang and secretly cheered.

Shang Zhen's facial muscles twitched slightly, but he quickly displayed the composure of a gang leader, ignoring the sarcasm and adopting a humble and receptive expression. He said to Murong Wu, "The divine physician is right. I will keep these words in mind and will restrain the gang members when I return. However, there is one more matter that I need to trouble the divine physician with."

Murong Wu hurriedly replied, "I only know how to treat illnesses."

"We're seeking the legendary healer to treat one of our brothers."

Shang Zhen waved behind him, and a man came to the stone table. He lifted his shirt to reveal his back, which had a spiderweb-like crack, making it look like a piece of shattered porcelain. His skin was unusually rough, like sand about to weather.

Shang Zhen said, "My brother was seriously injured by a Rogue Person many years ago. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he has been suffering from a chronic illness ever since. I wonder if the divine physician has any remedy?"

"Let me take a look first."

Murong Wu hurriedly stepped forward to carefully examine the other person's back and touched it to understand more about the illness. He did not notice that the Golden Flood Dragon Gang members had intentionally or unintentionally formed a circle, blocking the view of those outside.

"Inflammation poison, sandification... although they're a bit troublesome, they're still within my capabilities."

Murong Wu's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he were happy for the other party. He then picked up his pen and began to write the prescription.

Shang Zhen nodded expressionlessly. "I see. The divine doctor is indeed a master of medicine... In that case, I can only apologize."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a fist slammed out. Before Murong Wu could even show a look of astonishment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

This sudden change terrified everyone. No one expected Shang Zhen to turn on them so ruthlessly on the spot. One moment he was patting his chest and saying he would turn over a new leaf, and the next he was going to kill them to silence them. Even if no one believed he would turn over a new leaf, shouldn't he at least keep up the act for a little longer?

Si Ming was also surprised, but his surprise was different from others. He originally had a chance to stop Shang Zhen's punch, but thinking that Murong Wu's master was here, he didn't need to overstep his bounds. Who would have thought that Wu Xiu would do nothing and let Murong Wu be injured.

However, Si Ming quickly realized that Wu Xiu had deliberately made Murong Wu take the punch in order to teach him to distinguish between good and evil and not to treat evil people. After all, a thousand times of persuasion are not as profound as experiencing being "ungrateful" once.

Even after understanding what had happened, Si Ming couldn't help but feel resentful. He had promised Murong Qing would take care of his "brother-in-law," but his "brother-in-law" had been bullied right under his nose. If word got out, how could he ever face Murong Qing again?

Of course, it's too late to regret now. Jumping out now would only waste Murong Wu's time being beaten. It's better to be patient and wait for Murong Wu to learn from this lesson, grow enough, and then reappear to vent his anger.

"Why... why?"

Murong Wu coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest as he stared at Shang Zhen in disbelief. He couldn't understand why the other party had attacked him, and his worldview seemed to be shaken and overturned.

He wasn't the kind of naive child who believed that good people would always be rewarded and evil people would always be punished, or who was completely unaware of the darkness in society. After all, he was surrounded by a group of companions with rich "experiences," and he could learn some cruel truths from what he saw and heard. He even knew that the possibility of Shang Zhen turning over a new leaf was very small, but he still had to give him a chance. If he didn't step in to help, the other party wouldn't even have the chance to turn over a new leaf.

He Faming why Shang Zhen would ambush him when they had no prior grudge. Was this the kind of person who would "repay kindness with malice"?

But if Shang Zhen is such a heartless and insane guy, why would he still have subordinates willing to follow him?

Shang Zhen quickly answered Murong Wu's question, "Little Divine Doctor, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to repay kindness with enmity, but Chief Qian of the Sand River Gang was struck by my 'Grasping Wind into Stone' technique and is also suffering from incurable illness. He will surely die in five days. If he finds out that you healed my injury, he will definitely come to you for treatment. And knowing your character, Divine Doctor, you will surely be unable to bear it and treat his injury. So I have no choice but to apologize to you."

Murong Wu, being intelligent since childhood, immediately understood. He looked at the Golden Flood Dragon Gang man who needed treatment and said, "So his injuries are from the Grasping Wind into Stone."

"That's right, blame it on your exceptional medical skills, Doctor, and your excessive kindness. In this world, those who are too kind are destined to die young."

Murong Wu sighed, "If I were a heartless person, how could you have received treatment?"

Shang Zhen was taken aback, a fleeting hint of guilt crossing his face, but it quickly vanished. He said, "There's nothing I can do; this is the world of martial arts."

"What a load of rubbish! This is no different from a useless person who blames everything on society and the world because they have no ability. People who say things like 'I was forced to do these things' or 'I had no choice' are destined to be lackeys for life and will never amount to anything."

If you decide to be a bad person based on your own will, you can actually earn more respect from others. However, if you have to find excuses to get rid of your guilt when you do something bad, and you care about other people's opinions, then you are like a good person who is powerless and a bad person who has no courage.

This kind of person is utterly worthless, not even as good as a fly. At least a fly will wave away when someone is disgusted, and it knows its place. But this kind of trash will come up to others without caring about their feelings, determined to spread its stench to them.

If I were you, I would have jumped into a cesspool and drowned myself. Don't you feel ashamed to live in this world as trash? Besides wasting resources and creating your own kind of excrement, have you ever contributed anything to society?

If jumping into a cesspool is too much trouble, I recommend a method of suicide by swallowing feces. The good thing about this method is that it's self-sufficient, you can make it yourself and use it immediately, and it won't bother anyone else. Consider it your last contribution to this world.

Wu Xiu's sarcastic words came out of the thatched hut one after another, extremely vicious, especially when combined with her childish voice, which resonated with a sense of condemnation of scum.

"You brat, I only put up with your foul mouth before because I had no other choice. Now that the gang leader's injuries have healed, there's no need to tolerate you anymore. I'll throw you into the latrine now and see if your mouth stinks or the excrement stinks more."

The scarred man's face turned bright red, his facial muscles twitching incessantly, and the scar on his face looked as if it had come alive with rage. He took three steps at a time, rushed to the wooden door, and was about to force his way in.

Murong Wu quickly warned, "No, it's dangerous!"

"It's too late to realize the danger now!"