Mad Doctor No. 9

Wang Tian immediately prescribed a medicine: licorice and mung bean soup with Smilax glabra and Lysimachia christinae.

At the same time, acupuncture is performed to help detoxify the body.

Half an hour later, the patient passed a black, loose stool, and then relaxed completely, and the abdominal pain disappeared!

On the judges' panel, an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor stood up and applauded: "Excellent! This is the essence of TCM's syndrome differentiation and treatment! Don't be blinded by appearances; you've found the root of the problem!"

Jiangnan team pulled off a miraculous comeback and won the game.

But at that moment, an accident happened!

The patient suffering from heavy metal poisoning suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and turning blue in the face, clearly indicating that the poisoning had worsened!

"What's going on?" The scene was chaotic.

Wang Tian rushed forward to examine him, his expression changing drastically. He exclaimed, "He has another type of poison in his body! It was activated during the treatment!"

He glanced at the patient's water glass, where some pale green liquid remained.

Wang Tian sniffed the air, his gaze turning cold. "This is an extract of the Heart-Eating Grass," he said. "Only a very small amount can damage the nervous system. Who gave it to him?"

All eyes turned to Zhao Zixuan; during the break, he was the only one who brought water to the patients.

Zhao Zixuan's face turned pale: "I... I don't know either, it's just a bottle of ordinary water."

"How could the Heart-Eating Grass be in mineral water?" Wang Tian stepped forward. "Only the Eternal Life Society's laboratories would have it!"

"What the hell is the Immortal Society?" Zhao Zixuan took a step back.

At that moment, several men in black entered, led by Nightingale.

She flashed her identification: "Zhao Zixuan, you are suspected of poisoning and colluding with illegal foreign forces. Please come with us for investigation."

Zhao Zixuan's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Nightingale stood beside Wang Tian and whispered, "According to the investigation, Zhao Zixuan was recruited by the Eternal Life Society while studying in the United States. His father's company launders money for the Eternal Life Society. They want to use this opportunity to stage a medical malpractice incident to bring shame to traditional Chinese medicine."

Seeing Zhao Zixuan being taken away, Wang Tian's heart sank.

Has the Eternal Life Society already wielded such a large influence?

The game ended quickly.

The Jiangnan team won the championship, but no one cheered.

On the flight back, Qin Yuwei asked, "Master, the Eternal Life Society hasn't been defeated yet? Why are they so arrogant today?"

"Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't fall down when dead." Wang Tian looked out at the sea of ​​clouds. "Furthermore... I suspect that the last desert campaign only wiped out their radical faction, not all of them. There are still some forces hiding in the shadows."

According to the latest information obtained from Nightingale, the Immortal Society has split into at least three factions: the "Advent Faction" was destroyed under the leadership of the Pope; the "Reformation Faction," led by doctors and professors, also suffered heavy losses; however, there is also a mysterious "Infiltration Faction" that has left traces of infiltration in the political, business, and academic circles of various countries.

Zhao Zixuan was a pawn of the "infiltration faction".

After getting off the plane.

As Wang Tian emerged from the airport, he spotted a familiar logo in the distance. It belonged to a newly established "Life Science" company, and its logo closely resembled that of the Eternal Life Society.

A new war may have already begun in secret.

However, this time, he was not fighting alone.

My phone vibrated. Nightingale had sent a message: "The infiltration faction's three strongholds in Jiangnan City have been located. In addition, Interpol has also sent us a request for assistance, saying that a force resembling a deity has appeared in Europe. Perhaps, Senior Nangong was right."

Wang Tian tightened his grip on his phone.

It seems that university life is just a short break.

The path of the guardian must continue.

On this day, in the backyard of Qin's Medical Clinic, Wang Tian was teaching Qin Yuwei how to practice breathing exercises when Zhang Qingyun rushed over.

"Wang Tian, ​​I just received some news from Longhu Mountain, and there's something I need to tell you."

"Next month, the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association will hold a Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament, inviting young talents from various schools."

It is said that... those who infiltrated the Eternal Life Society are likely trying to use this opportunity to recruit or suppress talents from other sects.

Wang Tian stopped what he was doing and asked thoughtfully, "A martial arts tournament? How big is it?"

"It's very big," Zhang Qingyun said.

Zhang Qingyun said with a serious expression, "Basically, all the martial arts families and sects from the six provinces in Jiangnan have sent representatives to participate. This exchange meeting is going to be very interesting."

The most outstanding figures of the younger generation will also make their appearances.

If the Eternal Life Society wants to infiltrate the martial arts world of Jiangnan, this is the perfect opportunity.

After Qin Yuwei finished regulating her breathing, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked, "Master, should we go together?"

"Let's go." Wang Tian's eyes lit up. "Alright, I'd also like to see some of the young masters from Jiangnan. Besides, my Starry Sky Body Tempering has reached a bottleneck; I need to go through a battle to break through."

Zhang Qingyun nodded: "I will speak with the sect and try to get some spots for us."

"No need." Wang Tian shook his head and said, "In this battle, whether it's Longhu Mountain or the Longmen Society, we will not participate in their names."

"Change the name... let's call it Qin's Medical Clinic, representing Jiangnan City."

Qin Yuwei asked in surprise, "A medical clinic?"

"That's right." Wang Tian laughed heartily. "Who says people in medical clinics can't practice martial arts? Besides, isn't it more interesting to play dumb to outsmart others?"

Martial Arts Association Headquarters, Jiangnan City.

The place where people registered for the martial arts tournament was packed with people.

Young men and women from different schools, dressed in matching training uniforms, gathered in twos and threes, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Compared to them, Wang Tian and his two companions seemed somewhat out of place.

Wang Tian was dressed simply and casually, Qin Yuwei was in sportswear, and Zhang Qingyun, although wearing a Taoist robe, deliberately concealed his aura, looking just like an ordinary Taoist priest.

"Hey, make way! Move aside!" a gruff voice rang out.

Several young men dressed in black training uniforms with the words "Iron Fist Sect" printed on their chests pushed their way out of the crowd and walked arrogantly toward the registration desk.

Leading the way was a man in his twenties with a crew cut, a burly build, and prominent temples—clearly a master of external martial arts.

He glanced at Wang Tian and sneered, "A martial arts tournament, and the medical clinic's here too? How about acupuncture on the spot?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Iron Fist Sect is a considerable force in Jiangnan. It is said that the sect leader has reached the Transformation Realm. These young people are the best in the sect and are usually arrogant.

Qin Yuwei was furious and wanted to retort, but Wang Tian stopped her.

"What you say is absolutely right, senior brother. We are just here to broaden our horizons," Wang Tian said with a humble smile.

The crew-cut youth became even more smug: "Good to know. But I have to remind you, fists and kicks have no eyes. Once you're in the ring, nobody cares if you're a doctor or not. If you're scared, it's not too late to back out now."

"Thank you for reminding me, senior brother." Wang Tian nodded and led the two toward the registration desk.

The person in charge of registration was a middle-aged martial artist. He glanced at the form and was also taken aback: "Qin's Medical Clinic? Are you sure? Do you have anyone to recommend you?"

According to the rules, independent practitioners who are not from martial arts families or sects must be recommended by a well-known martial artist in order to participate.