Mad Doctor No. 9

On the rooftop, Wang Tian frowned slightly.

Everything is going smooth.

Given the Dark Palace's style, such an important deal would inevitably have a follow-up plan.

Sure enough, while the goods were being inventoried, a "beep beep" sound suddenly came from a corner of the warehouse.

"Bomb!" an officer shouted. "Evacuate!"

Xiao Hao shouted, "Get down!"

boom! boom! boom!

A series of explosions! In an instant, the entire warehouse was engulfed in flames!

Wang Tian sensed something was wrong a second before the explosion and jumped off the roof, but was still thrown away by the blast wave and landed on an open ground more than ten meters away.

He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and when he looked up, the warehouse was already engulfed in flames, several police cars had been blown up, and the scene was a complete mess.

Even more strangely, all the artifacts were blown to pieces.

"Empty?!" Xiao Hao crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust and dirt. "There's nothing inside! We've been tricked!"

A feint to the east while attacking in the west!

Wang Tian suddenly realized.

There was no real transaction in this warehouse; it was just bait!

He immediately thought of the "goods on the dock" that Ye Zhenhai had mentioned on the phone. Although Warehouse No. 3 was only in the dock area, there was definitely more than one!

"Go to warehouse number 7!" Wang Tian shouted to Xiao Hao. "The real goods are over there!"

Xiao Hao was taken aback. Although he didn't recognize Wang Tian wearing a mask, he immediately ordered, "Everyone! Go to number 7!"

But it was too late.

When they arrived at warehouse number 7, there was nothing inside except for packaging paper scattered all over the floor.

Written in blood on the wall:

"Little mouse, Dragon Gate Meeting. Ghost Face left behind."

Looking at this line of text, Wang Tian clenched his fist.

Ghost Face knew he had come to the East Sea, and he also knew he would be here tonight.

He lost this encounter.

The next day, the incident made the front page of Donghai City.

The official report stated that "the explosion was caused by the illegal storage of flammable materials in the warehouse," without mentioning any smuggling of cultural relics.

But Wang Tian knew very well that the Dark Palace's power was present in every corner of the East Sea.

Xiao Hao sustained minor injuries and is currently receiving treatment at the hospital.

When Wang Tian arrived at the hospital, Xiao Hao was staring blankly at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

Wang Tian removed his mask: "Captain Xiao."

"Wang Tian?!" Xiao Hao sat up abruptly, his face contorted in pain. "Lin Qingfeng said you might come, I thought he was joking. What happened to your face? You look so much older."

Wang Tian plopped down on the bed and said, "Thank you for last night."

"No need to thank me, I should be thanking you," Xiao Hao said with a bitter face. "If you hadn't reminded us, we might not have noticed. These guys from the Dark Palace are really too cunning. They've been entrenched in the East Sea for at least five years."

"Where is Ye Zhenhai?"

"We can't find anything," Xiao Hao shook his head. "The owner of Penglai Pavilion is over seventy years old. How could he possibly be Ye Zhenhai? Last night, there wasn't a single person on the second floor of Penglai Pavilion. Either we're seeing things, or..."

Wang Tian said, "Either they used some kind of illusion. The Dark Palace has Yin-Yang Masters, so creating an illusion is not difficult for them."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Captain Xiao, I plan to open a clinic in Donghai."

Xiao Hao was taken aback: "What?"

Wang Tian explained, "Since the Dark Palace is hidden in the shadows, so am I. Besides, as the successor of the Medical Sage, it is my duty to heal the sick and save lives."

Xiao Hao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright then. Is there anything you need?"

"Find me a shop, preferably in the old town. Also, give me a new identity: Wang Jiuzhen, who specializes in treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."

Three days later, the clinic in the old town officially opened, named "Huichuntang".

The shop is small, only about 30 square meters. There is a clinic in the front, a pharmacy in the back, and a rest area.

Wang Tian, ​​dressed in a blue robe, sat upright behind the consultation table, with the four characters "Miraculous Healing Hands" written on the plaque above.

On the first day of opening, there weren't many customers.

Wang Tian was not in a hurry. While sorting out the medicinal herbs, he was also carefully studying the letter he had obtained in Longmen Lane.

In the evening, an old woman helped a little boy into the room.

"Doctor, my grandson has had a stomachache all day."

Wang Tian asked him to sit down, felt his pulse, looked at his tongue, and pressed his stomach.

Wang Tian took out an Ice Soul Needle and said, "You ate the wrong thing and got acute gastroenteritis."

With lightning speed, he applied acupuncture to acupoints such as Zusanli and Tianshu on the child.

The needle was already in place before the boy even realized it.

"hot……"

"This is a very normal reaction." Wang Tian wrote out a prescription and said, "Go and get three doses of medicine. Take it once in the morning and once in the evening, and you'll be fine in a day or two."

The old lady left, expressing her deepest gratitude.

From then on, Huichuntang's reputation grew louder and louder.

It must be said that Wang Tian's medical skills are indeed very impressive. Whether it is external injury or difficult and complicated disease, a few silver needles can alleviate the condition.

In addition, his fees were very fair, and he didn't charge people who didn't have money, so his reputation grew better and better.

However, Wang Tian's real purpose was to gather information.

The people who come here for medical treatment are a diverse bunch, including dockworkers, retired small vendors, cadres, and even people from the underworld.

While Wang Tian was healing, he appeared to be chatting casually, but in reality, he was gathering information.

In just one week, Wang Tian had sketched out the underground forces in Donghai City.

In the East China Sea, the most powerful organization on the surface is the "Sihai Group," whose chairman is named Chen Sihai, who has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

However, the true controller of the East China Sea is the "Penglai Chamber of Commerce." The president of this chamber is elusive and is said to have intricate connections with overseas forces.

Wang Tian thought of Penglai Pavilion, Penglai Immortal Island, and Penglai Chamber of Commerce, "It seems that this is the shell of the Dark Palace in the East Sea."

Moreover, he also learned that during this period, many people from other places came to Donghai, including archaeologists, feng shui masters, and some strange people who claimed to be "seekers of immortality".

Everyone inquired about the situation at Penglai Immortal Island.

"Every three days, on Penglai Island, there's a high tide," Old Zhang, the pharmacy owner, chatted as he dispensed medicine. "At that time, the seawater around the island recedes by tens of meters, revealing a road leading directly to the island. Every year at this time, people come here to search for treasure, but unfortunately, none of them return."

Wang Tian asked, "Why?"

"Something's not right about this island," Old Zhang whispered. "Penglai Immortal Island isn't an ordinary island; it's a prison. Something terrifying is sealed there, and anyone who gets close will go mad. Over thirty years ago, when we went to explore it, only three of us came back alive. They all went insane, muttering something about eyes, eyes..."

Eye?

The image of the vortex-like eye on the ghost-faced robe flashed through Wang Tian's mind.