Mad Doctor No. 9

Since the airport incident, the Zhao family father and son have tried every means to befriend Wang Tian. Knowing that Wang Tian was interested in ancient books, Zhao Dongming specially obtained an invitation letter.

At this moment, Zhao Dongming asked the old man in the Tang suit, "Old Bai, do you think this fragment of the *Huangdi Waijing* is genuine?"

As a renowned expert in antique appraisal in Jiangnan City, Mr. Bai squinted as he examined the ancient books on display: "Judging from the color of the paper, it should be from the Song Dynasty. However, the 'Huangdi Waijing' has been lost for thousands of years, making it difficult to determine its authenticity."

"Authenticity or falsity? The authenticity of medical texts can be discerned at a glance by the Zhou family's medical lineage!"

As everyone looked over, they saw a man in his thirties, dressed in a white robe, walking towards them, followed by four young disciples.

"Zhou Shihong! I heard that the young master of the Zhou family in the provincial capital has inherited his family's medical skills and is very arrogant."

Zhou Shihong sat directly in the first row diagonally in front of Wang Tian.

He glanced at Wang Tian and Zhang Qingyun, who were dressed plainly, with a look of disdain.

The auction has begun.

Zhou Shihong made several bids, acquiring several medical artifacts at high prices, and each time he loudly commented on them, attracting attention.

"The gold needles used by the Ming Dynasty emperors are acceptable."

"A Qing Dynasty handwritten copy of the Treatise on Febrile Diseases is quite valuable."

Finally, the Yellow Emperor's Outer Classic made its grand entrance.

The starting bid is three million.

Zhou Shihong was the first to raise his paddle: "Five million!"

"Six million," another voice rang out.

"Eight million!" Zhou Shihong raised the price.

Soon, the price soared to 20 million.

Zhou Shihong was determined to win and kept raising the price.

When the number reaches 30 million, the number of competitors gradually decreases.

Zhou Shihong surveyed the room with arrogance: "My Zhou family is determined to win. Forty million!"

Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, a calm voice came from the back row:

"Fifty million."

Everyone turned around and saw that the person holding the sign was Wang Tian.

"Sixty million!" Zhou Shihong said with a grim face.

Wang Tian didn't even lift his eyelids: "Seventy million."

"You!" Zhou Shihong roared, "Friend, do you know my identity? The Zhou family's medical tradition has been passed down for three hundred years; this medical book should be studied in depth by us!"

Wang Tian looked up at him: "Medical books are for saving people, not for saving sects. Eighty million."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

A fragment of a scroll sold for 80 million, which is an astronomical price.

Zhou Shihong gritted his teeth: "Ninety million! Kid, know when to quit while you're ahead! Sometimes having a lot of money is useless!"

"One hundred million," Wang Tian said with a smile.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the auctioneer was stunned.

Zhou Shihong's face turned ashen. Although the Zhou family was wealthy, 100 million in liquid assets was no small sum. More importantly, he felt humiliated in public.

"Good! Very good!" Zhou Shihong sneered, "But let me remind you, the authenticity of this incomplete scroll is uncertain. If it's fake, a hundred million will be wasted."

Wang Tian said calmly, "Truth is truth, and falsehood is falsehood; you can't fake it."

The transaction was completed, and Wang Tian swiped his card directly.

The staff carefully handed over the ancient book.

Zhou Shihong, unwilling to give up, stepped forward and said, "Since we've already won the bid, why not examine it on the spot? Old Bai is an authority on antique appraisal; let's ask him to take a look?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mr. Bai put on white gloves and carefully flipped through the pages.

After a long pause, he frowned: "The paper, ink, and binding are all correct. But whether it is truly the *Huangdi Waijing*, I dare not say."

Zhou Shihong laughed loudly: "Did you hear that? One hundred million for a questionable item! Kid, let me teach you a lesson. Playing with antiques isn't that simple!"

Wang Tian calmly took the ancient book, turned to a certain page, pointed to a line of text and said: "The third chapter of the Yellow Emperor's Outer Classic says: 'Qi flows through the meridians, like a ring without end.' Later classics all say 'Qi is in the meridians, circulating endlessly.'"

He looked at Zhou Shihong: "Young Master Zhou, since you are skilled in medicine, which of these two statements is more in line with medical principles?"

Zhou Shihong was speechless. Of course he knew what "continuous flow" meant.

Wang Tian continued, "'Like a ring without end' is the theory of closed-loop Qi and blood circulation, which aligns better with modern principles of Qi and blood flow. 'Continuous circulation' is merely the surface. Ancient texts from a thousand years ago already held this insight; that's the true value!"

He turned to Elder Bai: "Elder Bai, please take a closer look at this interlayered page."

Old Bai carefully turned the page, looked at it against the light, and exclaimed, "Watermark! This is... a Song Dynasty bookplate! This... this is a genuine Song Dynasty edition!"

The whole place was in an uproar!

Zhou Shihong's face turned pale. He hadn't expected that Wang Tian was not only rich, but also knowledgeable in medicine and ancient books!

Wang Tian took the ancient book and smiled at Zhou Shihong: "Young Master Zhou, the art of medicine is not judged by age, but by comprehension. It seems that your three hundred years of inheritance are not enough to fully understand it."

Zhou Shihong was trembling all over, but he couldn't speak.

At this moment, the person in charge of the auction house rushed over and whispered a few words in Wang Tian's ear.

"Let's go, it's urgent," Wang Tian said to Zhang Qingyun.

The two quickly left the scene.

Unnoticed, inside a private room on the second floor of the auction hall.

"They've taken the bait. Notify the 'Hunter' and proceed as planned."

Inside the car, Wang Tian's expression was solemn.

The auction house manager said they had just received an anonymous tip that the Eternal Life Society had set up a temporary laboratory in an abandoned factory in the suburbs, where "experimental subjects" were being held.

Zhang Qingyun asked, "Could it be a trap?"

"What if it's true?" Wang Tian gripped the steering wheel tightly. "After the Kunlun base was destroyed, there might still be remnants of the Eternal Life Society, which is impossible. But if innocent people were truly captured..."

The car drove towards the suburbs.

As night deepened, the abandoned factory lay dormant like a giant beast under the moonlight.

Sure enough, the factory lights were on.

Wang Tian and Zhang Qingyun sneaked into the warehouse and found simple experimental equipment laid out, with several unconscious people locked in iron cages.

"Save him!" Wang Tian was about to step forward when a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart!

The factory gates slammed shut, and searchlights blared all around.

More than twenty men dressed in black emerged from the shadows and surrounded the two.

"Dr. Wang, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhou Shihong walked down from the second floor with a smug look on his face.

A researcher wearing a white coat and a mask was standing next to him.

Wang Tian's pupils contracted: "It's you?"

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Zhou Shihong laughed. "You really thought the Zhou family was just a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners? Let me tell you the truth, the Zhou family joined the Eternal Life Society three generations ago! The Zhou family's medical practice in the provincial capital is an important stronghold of the Eternal Life Society in East China!"

The researcher removed his mask, revealing a pale, young face: "I've long admired you, Mr. Wang Tian. I am 'The Hunter,' a student of the Doctor. Though my teacher's physical body was destroyed by your hand, his wisdom lives on."

"So the auction was a setup?" Wang Tian asked coldly.

"Not bad." The hunter nodded.

Zhou Shihong said smugly, "We knew you were interested in medical books, so we deliberately leaked information about the *Huangdi Waijing*. The fragment is genuine, but... we coated it with a colorless and odorless neurotoxin! Do you feel your internal energy circulation is a bit sluggish?"

Wang Tian's expression shifted slightly.

He did indeed feel a slight stagnation in his internal energy.

"We've really gone all out this time." The hunter took out a syringe. "This is an inhibitor, specifically designed to deal with 'evolvers' like you. Combined with neurotoxins, you'll only have about 30% of your strength left."

As Zhang Qingyun prepared to move, the men in black around him all raised their guns, the muzzles glowing blue—energy weapons!

"Miss Zhang, don't move," the hunter said calmly. "It's not fatal, but one shot will paralyze you from head to toe."

Zhou Shihong walked towards Wang Tian, ​​raising his hand to slap him: "Weren't you so arrogant during the day? One hundred million? Profound medical skills? Let's talk again!"