Four Patterns, Elder Huang Goes Missing

Nighttime, Iron Fist Martial Hall.

Inside an exquisite side room, the lamps were burning bright.

"Is this true?"

A young gentleman dressed in a magnificent long robe spoke sternly to the Night Watchman before him.

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This man was the head disciple of the Iron Fist Martial Hall, Peng Hanshan.

"Absolutely certain."

The Night Watchman replied hurriedly, "I saw it with my own eyes; inside that ugly middle-aged man's bundle was a brick emitting a purple glow."

A trace of satisfaction rose to the corner of Peng Hanshan's mouth: "So that's how it is. The Dark Iron Brick wasn't in Lu Qiling's hands after all. No wonder he couldn't make heads or tails of anything until the day he died!"

"Congratulations to the head senior brother for getting what you wished for."

"What about Steward Liu?"

"Reporting to the head senior brother, Steward Liu asked me to return first to report to you. He will personally kill that ugly man and retrieve the Dark Iron Brick."

The Night Watchman said quickly.

Peng Hanshan nodded: "Well done! You and Steward Liu are truly my trusted aides. Rest assured, once this is done, I will put in a good word for you both with Master."

"Many thanks for the head senior brother's cultivation."

"Let me ask you again." Peng Hanshan suddenly said, "Have you ever seen that ugly person before?"

The Night Watchman thought for a moment and shook his head: "No. His appearance is incredibly hideous and highly recognizable. I have always operated in the East City; if I had seen him, I would definitely have an impression."

Peng Hanshan said in a deep voice: "Could he be a passerby?"

The Night Watchman said: "Actually, I am also puzzled. Why would such an important brick fall into the hands of an ugly man? Who exactly is he?"

"Forget it!"

Peng Hanshan waved his hand, "In any case, once Steward Liu makes his move, that fellow won't live past tonight.

I have no interest in the identity or background of a dead man.

Go to the kitchen and get me a few catties of mutton and some wine. I want to sit here and wait for Steward Liu's good news."

"Yes, head senior brother."

"This brick is quite evil..."

In the room of the small courtyard in the East City, Shen Han stared at the Dark Iron Brick on the table.

The Dark Iron Brick was shining all over, glowing with a purple light.

"Liu Yuan said it could accelerate cultivation speed, but how?"

Shen Han muttered to himself.

He turned the Dark Iron Brick over and over, playing with it for a long time, but could not find any special mechanism or method.

Setting the Dark Iron Brick down, he picked up the silk cloth from the side.

Under the light of the oil lamp, he saw it clearly.

At the very top of the silk cloth, the four characters "Mystic Frost Soul-Sealing" were written.

Below were four illustrations, each with a few lines of text noted beside it.

"Isn't the first picture just the Dark Iron Brick?"

Shen Han brought the Dark Iron Brick to the silk cloth and compared them carefully.

Indeed, the pattern on the drawing was exactly the Dark Iron Brick in his hand, and the characteristics and dimensions in the notes matched perfectly.

Moreover, this Dark Iron Brick had a name: Dark Iron Brick.

Shen Han continued to look down.

The other three illustrations were also three objects, and their names, patterns, and notes were all of the same lineage as the Dark Iron Brick, which was quite stunning.

Cold Frost Wood Mirror: A hexagonal, pure white wooden mirror.

Heavenly Seal-Opening Bead: A bead with two tails growing out of it.

Soul-Illuminating Jade Seal: A dark green seal base.

Apart from the content above, there was nothing else on the entire silk cloth.

Perhaps one must collect all four of these items to completely unlock the secret.

However, what did the four characters "Mystic Frost Soul-Sealing" mean?

Shen Han pondered for a long while, finally deciding to take things one step at a time, and temporarily placed the Dark Iron Brick and the silk cloth into the Bronze Mirror.

The space inside the Bronze Mirror was vast, making it quite suitable for storage.

"Time to take the medicine."

Shen Han walked to the well in the small courtyard, brewed a dose of Qi Condensing Powder, and instructed his clone to practice the Ancient Sun Technique.

After making the arrangements, he fell into a deep sleep himself.

Before he knew it, four days had passed in the blink of an eye.

The time arrived at the first day of the fifth lunar month.

At noon, after Shen Han finished his lunch and collected his monthly wages from the medical hall's storeroom, he passed by Clinic No. 8 and found it in an uproar.

"What happened?"

He immediately pushed through the crowd and walked into the clinic.

The clinic was bustling with noise, with patients chattering all at once; it was no different from a vegetable market.

Wasn't the registration system implemented throughout the entire hall? Why was it still so chaotic?

Shen Han frowned.

Huh, where were Elder Huang and the apprentice Li Xunshan?

Ever since Feng Hao left with Shen Han, Huang Tie had promoted a new apprentice from among the handymen, who was Li Xunshan.

But now, neither of them was in the clinic.

"What's the situation?"

Supervisor Qian Cheng, the steward of the medical hall, arrived upon hearing the news.

"Where is the doctor? When will they finally start seeing patients?"

"I've been waiting for so long!"

"Refund my registration fee!"

"If Doctor Huang doesn't show up soon, I'll tear down your medical hall!"

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, each expressing their dissatisfaction.

It turned out that these patients had paid their registration fees early in the morning, but they had been waiting for Huang Tie for a long time.

"Elder Huang hasn't been here since this morning?"

Shen Han asked in surprise.

A patient stomped his foot and said, "That's right, we've all been waiting for him for an entire morning!"

That makes no sense... Shen Han thought to himself.

He understood Elder Huang; it could be said that with Elder Huang's meticulous personality, it was absolutely impossible for him to be absent without a reason.

Moreover, his apprentice Li Xunshan was also missing.

"Could he have gone out for a house call?"

Qian Cheng asked everyone to calm down first.

"No!"

Another man, who looked like a servant, hurriedly said, "Today, Doctor Huang was supposed to go to my master's house to treat an illness. My master ordered me to come to the medical hall to pick up Doctor Huang. I arrived before dawn, but Doctor Huang never appeared."

"This is strange..."

Qian Cheng muttered.

But continuing to waste time was not a solution, so he immediately called over a handyman.

"Supervisor Qian?"

"Go to the homes of Doctor Huang and Li Xunshan immediately and find out what happened."

"Understood, I'm going right now."

Afterward, Qian Cheng secretly counted the group of patients and, in his capacity as the medical hall's steward, made a decision: "Everyone, today's incident is an oversight on the part of our medical hall.

I offer you three ways to resolve this.

First, if you are not in a rush, you can cancel your registration, and the medical hall will compensate you with double the fee.

Second, if you can wait, you may return tomorrow, and your registration will remain valid.

Third, for those whose conditions are serious and must be treated today, we will be responsible for transferring you to other clinics."

Qian Cheng's words were a display of mature and steady judgment.

It could also be said that he had considered everything thoroughly.

After hearing this, most of the people canceled their registrations and left, leaving only a dozen or so patients behind.

Qian Cheng could only turn to Shen Han for help: "Little Doctor Shen, what do you think..."

In the entire Hanging Pot Medical Hall, in terms of medical skill, Shen Han was undoubtedly second to none. Not only that, but his efficiency was also extremely high. If these patients were moved to other clinics, it would likely cause trouble, so the only person Qian Cheng could rely on was Shen Han.

"Supervisor Qian, leave it to me."

Shen Han did not hesitate.

It was not just for the sake of the clinic, but also for Elder Huang.

Just like that, the patients arrived at Clinic No. 13.

However, thanks to the efforts of Shen Han and Feng Hao, everything was settled in about half an hour.

"Doctor Shen, regarding the consultation for my master..."

The manservant had been waiting on the side the entire time.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Shen Han took Feng Hao with him and followed the manservant out of the clinic's front door.

An hour later.

Shen Han and Feng Hao walked out of Wealthy Zhang's Mansion in the county town.

"I'm truly impressed; it was just a cold and fever, was it really necessary to make such a fuss and call us for a house call..."

Feng Hao grumbled while carrying the medicine chest on his back.

Shen Han smiled: "We don't understand the world of the wealthy, but isn't this perfect? The house call fee is much higher."

"That's true, hahaha."

Feng Hao touched the silver in his hand.

Just then, Shen Han narrowed his eyes; at the mouth of the alley ahead, a familiar figure appeared.

"Brother Feng Hao, you head back to the clinic first."

His expression turned stern as he immediately instructed Feng Hao to leave first.