Before Old Cui could slap him again.
Tang San, who had been wrapped in bandages like a mummy, began convulsing violently beside him.
"Mmph! Mmph!!"
With his mouth bound tight, he could not even scream. All he could do was whimper.
He kept banging his head against the bedframe to ease the pain.
"What the hell!"
Old Cui stumbled back several steps and pressed himself against the wall, away from the two convulsing men.
He hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.
He had been treating patients for more than ten years and had never had a case go wrong.
Yu Xiaogang going mad after a head injury was one thing.
But his disciple had not hurt his head!
Yet he was showing the same symptoms!
It had to be some kind of illness. A contagious one!!
"Damn it, Flender! You're trying to get me killed!!"
Cursing, he yanked open the door and kicked both men out, beds and all, one kick apiece.
Then he slammed the door shut with a bang!
Meanwhile, inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's villa.
Two straw dolls were fixed to a table. Ning Rongrong sat beside them, her beautiful eyes gleaming, a silver needle held in one hand.
Her wrist flicked at blinding speed, her slender hand leaving afterimages in its wake!
Silver needles rained down on the dolls.
Lin Xiao sat quietly nearby, eyes closed as he cultivated.
Outside the villa, fists and feet flew across the private sparring arena.
After settling Xiao Wu in, Zhu Zhuqing had thrown herself into training and was locked in a fierce bout with a Guga martial arts master.
Tap-tap-tap-tap! Bang!!
A rapid flurry of close-range strikes ended with a heavy burst of inch force.
Zhu Zhuqing had no time to