Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 85 Everywhere you go, I'll give you a boost!

Old Meng got up, patted the dirt off his knees, and walked over to Liao Zhong.

"I just examined several children and found that the Gu (a type of parasite) in their bodies has partially fused with their internal organs. This condition requires more specialized protective clothing and isolation wards. I can treat the other children here."

Liao Zhong immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie: "Bring me a tape measure. The custom-made protective suits need to be resized. Measure the height of all the children who need them first."

Wang Zhenqiu gave a thumbs up: "I didn't expect that Lao Liao, who looks like a roughneck, is actually quite meticulous."

Cheng Mo casually replied, "Zhang Fei embroidering."

Old Meng pushed up his glasses and added, "Old Liao is indeed meticulous."

Liao Zhong laughed heartily: "That's right, how can we do this line of work without being careful—"

As he was laughing, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

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What do you mean by "he is indeed meticulous"?

He turned and glared at Old Meng, his voice deepening, "I'm very rough! Who's being gentle? Can't you guys watch your language?"

Old Meng looked bewildered, clearly not understanding why Liao Zhong had suddenly become agitated.

At this moment, two employees from NaDuTong, wearing protective suits, jogged over carrying boxes; one carried a tape measure, and the other a recorder.

Liao Zhong temporarily suppressed his urge to argue and asked Lao Meng, "Which children need protective suits?"

Old Meng pulled his employees over there, gesturing as they walked.

Liao Zhong stared at his back, his face turning slightly red from holding back his anger.

Xia He ran back and grabbed Cheng Mo's sleeve: "Little Taoist, we found out. The Medicine Immortal Society's original stronghold was in a cave about three kilometers inside the back mountain. But even the All-Knowing People know that."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Perfect. We don't have any R&D capabilities, so it's even better if Na Du Tong is willing to do this."

The two huddled together and whispered to each other.

Liao Zhong had been wanting to ask what these two did for a long time, but he hadn't had a chance because he was busy with important matters. Now, seeing them whispering to each other, he turned to Wang Zhenqiu and gestured with his chin towards Cheng Moxiahe: "Are those two your friends?"

Before Wang Zhenqiu could speak, Lao Meng answered first.

He had just finished measuring a child's size and looked up: "That young man is a disciple of Master Cheng Shou of the Liangyi Temple in Zhongnan Mountain. Hua Feng showed me his photo before."

Liao Zhong was taken aback: "He's the one who seems to have no senses, yet is exceptionally powerful?"

His gaze swept over Cheng Mo twice. "What's he doing here?"

Cheng Mo had already walked over, and upon hearing this, he said calmly, "Xia He and I were playing in the mountains when we ran into Wang Zhenqiu. We hit it off immediately and, having heard about the Medicine Immortal Society, decided to come along."

Xia He stood to the side, nodding obediently on the surface, but thinking to herself: The little Taoist priest is starting to deceive people again, with one set of tricks after another.

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes twitched, but at this moment he could only endorse him: "Yes, Brother Cheng is absolutely right."

He paused, then looked at Liao Zhong: "By the way, they didn't report to the company beforehand, but that doesn't count as a violation, right?"

Old Meng interjected: "It has been reported."

He adjusted his glasses and said to Liao Zhong, "It was Master Cheng who told Hua Feng about the Medicine Immortal Society."

Wang Zhenqiu turned his head sharply and glared at Cheng Mo: "You—you knew all along?"

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Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow: "Did I say I didn't know?"

Wang Zhenqiu gritted his teeth: "Yes, you're absolutely right."

Liao Zhong squinted, momentarily unsure of the relationship between the two.

However, the matter of the Medicine Immortal Gathering was originally stirred up by Hua Feng, and Cheng Mo is one of Hua Feng's people, so it's not under their jurisdiction.

He decided to stop worrying about it and turned his attention back to the children who needed protective suits made by the logistics team.

Liao Zhong waved his hand: "Hurry up and make it, urge the factory to expedite it, and send someone over here to set up the tent—"

Old Meng interrupted him: "The weather is fine now, there's no need to set up a tent here. After I finish treating the child, I'll take him to a villager's house for a night."

Liao Zhong thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. But those who are seriously injured will still need to be in separate tents. The protective suits won't be ready anytime soon, so they'll probably have to spend the night here."

Just as he was about to order someone to fetch the tent, Wang Zhenqiu suddenly spoke up: "Oh, by the way, there's something wrong with those people in the village. Have you contacted Uncle Hat yet?"

Upon hearing this, Liao Zhong's face fell: "Speaking of which, I was just about to ask you the same thing. A bunch of people selling counterfeit alcohol and cigarettes, and I just entered the village and they knelt down and confessed, crying like crazy. What exactly happened?"

Wang Zhenqiu briefly recounted the situation, from encountering that group of people on the mountain road, to the mole behind A Liang's ear, to the Medicine Fairy Society's presence in the village, and to their rescue efforts.

"The village's flower sellers sent children to the Medicine Fairy Association," Wang Zhenqiu pointed to the children scattered around, "and these children here might have been sent to the Medicine Fairy Association by the village back then."

Liao Zhong's face darkened again: "Damn it, how come there are so many bastards here?!"

Old Meng sighed, took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on: "We're still too poor, so the higher-ups are vigorously developing tourism in these places. With more money, there will be fewer shady dealings."

Cheng Mo disagreed.

After tourism development boosts the local economy, the number of people selling counterfeit alcohol and cigarettes may decrease, but the number of child traffickers and tomb raiders may not.

Anyway, if I get caught, I'll only be locked up for a few years. One deal might earn me more than someone else earns in a year, so how could I possibly stay home and do business with peace of mind?

However, developing the economy is always a good thing.

Liao Zhong didn't want to discuss such high-level issues with Lao Meng, so he waved his hand and said, "Lao Meng, you should focus on treatment. I'll contact Uncle Hat. After these children are treated, we should also try to find their parents."

He took out his phone and walked to the side.

Wang Zhenqiu quietly crept over.

Liao Zhonggang put down the phone and turned his head to see a stunningly beautiful yet extremely lewd face almost pressed against his face.

"Whoa!" Liao Zhong leaned back. "What are you doing? You scared me!"

Wang Zhenqiu looked around and lowered his voice, "By the way, doesn't your South China region have a bunker? Why don't you send these children there for treatment?"

Liao Zhong's eyes widened: "What did you say? What's a bunker? I've never heard of it before. Is it a secret organization of the company?"

He cursed inwardly: What a big mouth Hao Yi is! How can he just say something like that!

Wang Zhenqiu curled his lip, looking disgusted: "Tch, I hate people like you who keep their mouths shut the most."

He walked away leisurely, his hands behind his back.

Meanwhile, Lao Meng has already begun his treatment.

Cheng Mo leaned closer to observe.

Old Meng's technique was very fast. He had already carefully checked the physical condition of each child beforehand, so his operation was incredibly smooth.

With his palm pressed against the child's back, his breath seeped in like a gentle stream. The venomous insects, as if attracted by a magnet, detached from the skin and condensed into a cloud of gray mist in the air.

With his other hand, Lao Meng made a grasping motion, compressing and converging the wisp of gray mist until it finally transformed into a grayish-white particle the size of a grain of rice.

The first child was taken care of in just five minutes.

He casually tossed the granules into a sealed jar that had been prepared nearby, picked up the child, walked over to Liao Zhong, and put him down: "This is fine now. How do you plan to store it?"