A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The Wang family also owns property in Jinghai.

This is not unusual. The Wang family in Shanghai is a long-established and influential family with businesses all over the country.

As one of the major cities in the Han Dynasty, Jinghai naturally had a place for them to stay.

It is a detached villa, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle, with a very serene environment.

It is said that when the property was first launched, the price was ridiculously high. Those who could afford to buy a house here were either very rich or very powerful, and none of them were easy to deal with.

Wang Gang had already made arrangements while he was in the car, urgently dispatching a spiritual healer from the Medicine Immortal Valley's branch in Jinghai to be on standby.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Yaoxiangu just runs a medicinal cuisine restaurant in Jinghai and makes a living; their medical skills are truly outstanding.

The healers inside are all highly skilled physicians. I can't say they can bring the dead back to life or heal bones, but as long as you have a breath left, they have a way to snatch you back from the clutches of the King of Hell.

Of course, the price is also top-tier, so expensive that it can bankrupt an ordinary person.

However, money is not an issue for the Wang family.

I'm willing to spend any amount of money as long as my son can be cured.

When the car stopped in front of the villa, the spiritual healer had already arrived.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was carrying a medicine box, which looked antique and was made of some kind of wood, with a warm luster.

When Wang Gang and Zhao Ya helped Wang Bing, who was still convulsing, out of the car, the spiritual healer glanced at him, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He just nodded, indicating that they should take the person into the house.

Wang was placed in the master bedroom on the second floor.

The healer ushered Wang Gang and Zhao Ya out of the room and closed the door.

In the corridor, Zhao Ya paced back and forth, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor, making a hurried and anxious sound.

She twisted her hands together, her knuckles turning white, and kept muttering, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be alright..."

The voice sounded less like self-comfort and more like a prayer.

Wang Gang leaned against the wall, arms crossed, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

His expression remained relatively calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner unease.

About half an hour later, the door to the room finally opened.

The healer came out from inside, wiping the medicine stains off his hands with a white cloth as he walked.

The white cloth was stained with some pale yellow ointment and dark red bloodstains, which looked rather shocking.

Zhao Ya stepped forward and grabbed the spirit doctor's hand with such force that it felt like she was going to crush his bones.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice trembled with tears as she anxiously asked, "Doctor! How is my son? Is he alright? How serious is his injury?"

The healer's hand ached from being gripped so tightly, and his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't break free. He just looked at her with an expression that was hard to describe.

His expression, how should I put it, was like someone who had been constipated for three days finally sitting on the toilet, only to find that there was no toilet paper.

It's very complicated and subtle, making you want to ask: What's going on?

When Zhao Ya saw his expression, it was like a bolt from the blue; her mind went blank, and she swayed.

She thought her precious son was finished, and tears immediately streamed down her face, like a dam bursting.

"Doctor! Say something! Is my son...is he...?"

Upon seeing her appearance, the healer quickly waved his hands, "Oh dear! Madam! Madam! Please don't be agitated! Your son is fine! He's perfectly healthy! Really! It's just a minor injury!"

Zhao Ya's crying stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

She blinked, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and looked at the healer with a blank expression:

"Impossible! My son's face was ripped off! His arm bones are broken! How can you say he's okay? He was convulsing! Didn't you see? He was convulsing so badly! Like he was being electrocuted!"

Her voice grew louder and louder, until finally it was almost a shout.

The healer rubbed his forehead, feeling a throbbing sensation in his temples.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound more patient:

"Madam, your son is really alright. The injuries you described are indeed very serious for an ordinary person. But the question is, is your son a Qi cultivator, and a Qi cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm?"

"Qi cultivators at the Dharma Aspect Realm possess physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. This injury, without affecting the root cause, has already begun to heal on its own. As for the twitching you mentioned..."

The psychic's expression became even stranger.

"That must be because your son was frightened and had a physiological reaction. To put it simply, he scared himself so much that he had a seizure."

The healer was speechless.

He has been practicing medicine for many years; what hasn't he seen?

But he had never actually seen a Qi cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm so frightened that their whole body convulsed.

At first, he was also taken aback.

As soon as the injured person lay down on the bed, his whole body began to convulse violently.

The frequency and amplitude were exactly the same as the zombies in the zombie movie he watched yesterday, except that they were making "ho ho ho" sounds.

He had already cast a spell and almost blown the injured person's head off.

Damn it, a zombie invasion? Would hitting someone in the head with this thing even work?

In the end, it was his professional ethics as a doctor that calmed him down.

He took a deep breath, withdrew his spell, stepped forward, and began to carefully examine the injured person's injuries.

Then he discovered that the injury... well, it looked scary, but it wasn't actually that serious.

The skin on my face was peeled off, but no muscles or bones were damaged; it was only the epidermis that was injured.

My arm bone is broken, but the break is clean and there are no bone fragments, so it can be set.

As for the others, they are just minor bruises and abrasions, which don't even require any medication.

This level of injury is nothing to a Qi cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Regardless of what he said, with the self-healing ability of a Qi cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm, he would recover in half a day.

As for the convulsions...

The answer can be found by combining the words the injured person kept muttering.

"Northern Myanmar", "Industrial Park", "749"...

Oh, 749.

Jinghai 749.

If that's not surprising, then it's not surprising.

The healer understood instantly.

The healer applied some medicine to Wang Bing, bandaged his wounds, and fed him a calming pill. After watching him fall into a deep sleep, the healer packed his things and left the room.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Wang Bing one more time, silently sighing in his heart:

That unlucky kid, of all people to mess with, he had to provoke those bastards from Jinghai 749. He's lucky to have survived; his ancestors must have been incredibly fortunate.

Once outside the room, when Zhao Ya pressed him for details, he truthfully recounted his injuries.

Then, he accepted the thick envelope that Wang Gang handed him.

After weighing it in my hand, I felt incredibly pleased with myself.

Damn, this money is so easy to make.

He bandaged the wound, said a few words, and earned the money he would normally make from several surgeries.

As the spiritual healer walked out of the Wang family villa, he looked up at the sky over Jinghai and felt that the weather was exceptionally clear and the air was exceptionally fresh. Even the crooked tree by the roadside seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

He even started to wonder if he should consider opening a clinic next to the 749th Bureau in Jinghai.

They specifically pick up "wounded" soldiers from Bureau 749.

That business must be booming!

After seeing the spiritual healer off, Zhao Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned against Wang Gang's chest, sobbing softly. Her tears were unstoppable, soaking a large area of ​​Wang Gang's shirt.

Those tears contained lingering fear, heartache, and grievance, but also a sense of relief that "thankfully, nothing happened."

Wang Gang patted her back and gently comforted her:

"Okay, okay, it's alright, it's alright. The doctor said it's just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a few days. Don't cry, your eyes will get swollen."

Zhao Ya responded with a sob, burying her face in his chest, unwilling to lift it.

She felt like she had cried all the tears she would ever cry in her life today.

First, her son was arrested; then she was tricked by the wrong person; then she saw her son's blood-covered face; and finally, her son vomited blood and convulsed in front of her...

This series of blows would be unbearable for anyone.

After a while, her emotions finally stabilized a bit.

She suddenly asked, "Honey, why does that rascal we met before look so much like our precious son?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with confusion and bewilderment.

Wang Gang's heart skipped a beat, and his hands froze for a moment, but he quickly composed himself, forcing a smile and speaking in a relaxed tone:

"The world is a big place, and anything is possible. With such a large population, it's normal to occasionally find one or two people who look alike. Besides, I think our son is much more handsome than that investigator."

In the past, whenever Wang Gang praised his son, Zhao Ya would immediately agree, laughing and saying, "Of course, look who gave birth to him."

But this time, she didn't.

She leaned against Wang Gang's chest, without saying a word.

Wang Gang waited for a while but didn't receive a response from her, which made him a little suspicious.

He lowered his head to see her expression, and then he broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhao Ya was looking up at him, her face expressionless.

Her ear was pressed against his heart.