The Pharmacist
Sing Sing crawled two steps on his hands and feet and went forward to hug Ling Ling Si's leg.
He wiped the blood and grime all over his face on the hem of the brocade cloak.
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"Fourth Master! If you had arrived two minutes later, I would have been chopping ribs for the Yama!"
"Look at my suit, look at the blood I'm bleeding..."
Ling Ling Si raised his white eyebrows and tapped Sing Sing's forehead twice with the cigarette holder.
He flicked his wide sleeves into the air, and the medicinal aroma spread, entering the internal organs of everyone through their mouths and noses.
"What are you howling about? With such a strong voice, I'd like to see you take on ten more."
"Wipe your snot and tears to the side. This piece of fabric I'm wearing is a unique item from the Suzhou-Hangzhou Weaving Bureau. If it gets dirty, I'll take three months' worth of your allowance to pay off the debt."
Ma Jun and Chan Ka-kui, who had been lying on the side in pain, stopped groaning at the same time.
The cool mist entered my nostrils, instantly easing the burning pain from my wounds and making me feel completely comfortable.
Ma Jun stretched his swollen forearm and clicked his tongue.
"Hey, Fourth Master's secondhand smoke is really potent, way more effective than a painkiller injection!"
Hu Yingying directed eight medical staff to lift the folding stretcher and quickly secured everyone to their seats.
"Transfer all the seriously wounded back to the intensive care unit of the headquarters' independent hospital first!"
Half an hour later, in the circular special care ward on the third floor of the 749 Bureau Independent Hospital in Beijing.
Eight extra-wide medical beds were arranged in a fan shape. The eight people who had been carried back had been washed clean of blood and all had changed into hospital gowns.
Just as Chan Ka-kui moved slightly, his buttocks wrapped in bandages Christopher, dressed in a white coat, stormed up to bed number three.
"Team Leader Chen, you broke two ribs and still dared to sign a disclaimer and escape from the hospital?"
Chan Ka-kui got sprayed in the face with spit by this kid, grabbed the blanket with both hands to cover his head, and showed his swollen red eyes, blinking frantically at Sing Sing.
"Sing Sing, help! The foreign doctor is trying to kill me to cover it up!"
Sing Sing rolled over, pretending to study the texture of the ceiling fan.
"Why are you looking at me? What do medical disputes have to do with me? I'm just a deputy director in charge of overseas talent recruitment, I wouldn't dare interfere with clinical treatment."
Ling Ling Si strolled leisurely into the ward and took a bright green medicine gourd from his waist.
He uncorked the mahogany cork and poured a fragrant, emerald-green pill into Christopher's outstretched palm.
"Little foreigner, don't get angry with this brute. His skin is so rough, even the Yama Hell wouldn't want him."
"Dissolve this Nine-Turn Resurrection Powder in saline solution and administer it intravenously to them in bed order, so these kids won't wail and scream in the ward."
Christopher paused for a moment, then held the emerald green pill to his nose and took a gentle sniff. His blue eyes widened even further.
"Senior Mu, the plant-based active factors in this pill are actually alive, and they're even resonating with human cells at a high frequency!"
"I've never seen pure herbal extracts achieve this level of penetration efficiency. How do you preserve the bio-enzyme activity of herbs that have been boiled at high temperatures?"
Ling Ling Si waved his hand with a smile and pointed with his pipe toward bed number five.
"A mere trick, nothing more than controlling the heat on the stove. Let's start by treating that little black-clad knight who's covering his ears."
"He took the brunt of the emotional trauma for someone else, and there's still a lingering resentment in his mind; if left untreated, it could easily lead to tinnitus."
Ling Ling Si walked to bed number five and gently touched Xu Xi's Baihui acupoint and Quchi acupoint on both arms. Soon, a thin blush appeared on Xu Xi's pale cheeks.
Ling Ling Si then took out a box of cyan ointment from his sleeve pocket, scooped out two lumps, and applied them to the edges of Xu Xi's palms, which had been cut open by the high-frequency bone blade.
Christopher followed closely behind, standing at the edge of the bed, his hands glowing with a milky white light as he slowly poured them into Xu Xi's body.
In just a dozen breaths, the black scabs that had seeped from Xu Xi's ears dried and fell off on their own, and the skin and flesh that had rolled up in her palms closed up.
Xu Xi glanced at her perfectly healed hand and nodded slightly to the two people in front of the bed.
"Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you both."
Ling Ling Si smiled without saying a word, patted his head, and walked towards bed number two.
The two, one Chinese and one Western, worked together seamlessly, advancing to each bed in turn.
Ling Ling Si applied acupuncture to guide the flow of qi and clear blockages, Christopher used life energy to quickly replenish damaged cells.
He quickly cleared the bloodshot from Yan Shuangying's eyes and then helped Li Ding'an, Yang Jianhua, Shi Xiaoyan, and Ma Jun reconnect their damaged tendons.
Christopher stared at Ling Ling Si- twirling technique with a fanatical expression.
"Senior Mu, my biggest fear when using mutant abilities to heal wounds is encountering residual alien energy."
"In the past, when I encountered this kind of mental radiation pollution, I could only remove the necrotic tissue and then induce regrowth."
Ling Ling Si exhaled a puff of smoke and patted Christopher on the shoulder.
"The human body is a microcosm; once the drains are cleared, the dirty water will naturally flow away."
"Come visit my pharmacy sometime. I'll lend you two handwritten copies of the Huangdi Neijing; I guarantee they'll be much more interesting than those foreign-style diagrams you've been reading."
After finishing with the first seven people, Ling Ling Si finally strolled over to bed Number One and placed his hand on Sing Sing's weak and feeble pulse.
Sing Sing leaned closer with a grin.
"Fourth Master, it's been a while since we've seen you at the station. What big deal have you been up to lately?"
Ling Ling Si tapped Sing Sing on the head with his pipe and pressed three fingers against his wrist.
"What else could I be busy with? Taking care of the health of those senior leaders and national treasure-level academicians."
"They're all the kind of people who stay up all night doing research, how can we not keep an eye on them?"
"Today I'm going to the Northwest to see a doctor for rheumatism, tomorrow I'm going to Hainan to treat my insomnia; I'm constantly traveling all over the country."
The tingling and numbness in his wrist shot up his shoulder along his ulna, causing Sing Sing to gasp in pain.
"That's great! Those senior academicians who work on nuclear submarines and large aircraft have plenty of research funding."
"Even a tiny gap between our fingers would be enough to cause us a lot of trouble."
"Could you do me a favor and ask for a donation? Maybe you could get a fully automatic heated massage chair for our office later?"
Ling Ling Si snorted irritably and took out a dark brown pill the size of a longan from his pocket.
While Sing Sing was opening his mouth to bargain, they stuffed it directly into his mouth.
"We don't have a massage chair, but we do have one 'Marrow-Washing Bitter Gall Pill'."
"You brat, you forcibly drained your dantian to unleash the Heavenly Buddha's Descent, causing all the meridians inside to crack and become damaged. Swallow it!"
Sing Sing tried to vomit by stiffening his neck, but Ling Ling Si pointed a finger at his chin and swallowed it whole.
Christopher stepped forward and placed his hands on Sing Sing's lower abdomen.
The life energy transformed into a warm current, enveloping the potent medicine that was rapidly dissolving in the stomach, and flushing it along the dried-up meridians.
A foul-smelling white smoke suddenly emerged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of Sing Sing's head.
Christopher felt the vitality returning to Sing Sing's body, and the meridians that had widened by nearly 30% compared to before, and couldn't help but sigh again.
"The ancient China medical techniques are truly miraculous!"
Sing Sing slumped onto the pillow, catching his breath. His tongue was still numb. He glanced sideways at Christopher was filled with admiration.
"Praising someone is one thing, but next time, could you represent the Clinical Emergency Center and write a joint recommendation to have Fourth Master put two spoonfuls of sugar in his pills?"