Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 86 Liao Zhong: This matter is entirely up to you guys.

After hanging up the phone, Liao Zhong replied, "I've already contacted the hospital. The rescue helicopter will arrive tomorrow. You should hurry up and save as many people as you can, and then take them all to the hospital for a second check-up."

Old Meng nodded and turned to walk towards another child.

Cheng Mo followed him and casually asked, "Old Meng, what's the deal with you being a biologist? Do you think I could learn from you?"

Old Meng shook his head regretfully: "I studied microbiology based on my background as a veterinarian, and I plan to apply it to more microscopic environments. But that requires..."

Cheng Mo wasn't disappointed. He wasn't trying to solve the problem of Qi perception; he was just curious and wanted to learn from Lao Meng. Xia He might be able to get some ideas from Lao Meng.

Of course, there's no rush. Let's wait until Lao Meng has finished treating the children first.

Old Meng was busy by himself, and everyone watching didn't find it boring.

However, Xia He felt bad about it.

She nudged Cheng Mo: "Little Taoist priest, how about we make something for that uncle? I see he's sweating."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Okay, let's borrow some ingredients from the villagers."

Xia He chuckled: "Let's go~"

When the two returned to the village, the villagers had already been taken into custody by employees of NaDuTong.

The people who sold flowers, tomb raiders, fake liquor, and fake cigarettes were all squatting by the threshing ground, each with an employee in protective clothing standing guard beside them. The atmosphere was quite solemn.

In this way, the ingredients can be used freely.

Xia He took a liking to the cured meat and smoked sausages hanging in a family's kitchen, while Cheng Mo swiped some greens and potatoes from the neighbor's vegetable garden.

They randomly picked an empty house and started cooking.

Before long, the aroma of food filled the air.

It's not just any ordinary fragrance; it's the kind of fragrance that can travel two miles on the wind.

A Nadutong employee is sitting on a stone bench at the entrance of the village eating a boxed lunch.

To be precise, it's a self-heating meal.

He initially thought the company's supplies this time were pretty good—a combination of shredded pork with garlic sauce and Kung Pao chicken. Although the taste wasn't as good as eating out, it was still better than what he could cook himself.

But after the aroma wafted over, he looked down at the contents of his lunchbox and suddenly lost his appetite.

"No way, who's so heartless!" He shoved his chopsticks into the lunchbox. "Why are you cooking at mealtime? And you don't even share with the guys!"

His colleague next to him was engrossed in eating, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's: "You can't say that! This tastes amazing, it's perfect with rice!"

"No, I have to go look for it."

"Do you still want this food?"

"No, I don't want it!"

His colleague quickly dragged his lunchbox over: "Then I'll eat it all."

Following the scent, the employee eventually found the small house that Cheng Mo and Xia He had chosen.

He had barely stepped across the threshold when the two men left through the back door with food in their hands.

The room still smelled of the delicious food.

My stomach started growling.

It smells so good!

He ran to the kitchen and searched everywhere. The stove was hot, the pot was empty, the bowls and chopsticks were washed and stacked on the shelf, and there wasn't even a single vegetable leaf left.

"Who is it?!"

His wails echoed through the hut, but no one answered.

A gathering place for children.

Old Meng has already cured seven children.

Wang Zhenqiu sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a box of self-heating rice he had smuggled from Nandatong, his mouth glistening with oil as he ate.

Liao Zhong squatted down beside him, also holding a self-heating meal, eating while giving instructions over the walkie-talkie.

Everyone else was eating, but Lao Meng was still busy.

Xia He walked over carrying a large tray with three dishes and a soup on it.

Stir-fried cured pork with garlic sprouts, stewed chicken with potatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of egg drop soup.

Cheng Mo followed behind her, carrying a bowl of steaming white rice.

Xia He scanned the area, located Lao Meng's position, and called out, "Brother Meng! Take a break, let's eat first!"

Old Meng originally wanted to refuse.

But the aroma wafted straight into his nose, and his stomach, to his dismay, growled.

He adjusted his glasses: "Then—thank you very much, Master Cheng."

The three of them squatted down and started eating.

Liao Zhong sniffed the air and craned his neck to look over: "What are you guys holding?"

Xia He said proudly, "The little Taoist priest made it himself, hehe~ The little Taoist priest's cooking is delicious~"

Wang Zhenqiu slapped his forehead: "Hey, so that's how you were captured."

Xia He glared at him but didn't refute him; her ears just turned a little red.

Liao Zhong looked at the self-heating rice in his hand, then at the oily cured meat and golden potato chunks over there, and suddenly felt his mouth tasteless.

He shamelessly leaned closer, his chopsticks reaching for the plate of stewed chicken and potatoes: "Let me try some—"

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The three of them simultaneously guarded their food, pulling the lunchboxes into their arms, and all six eyes stared at him.

Liao Zhong: "————If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you being so fierce?"

He put down his chopsticks, retreated sullenly, and took a big bite of self-heating rice, chewing it with gritted teeth.

Old Meng buried himself in his food, eating at lightning speed, finishing the meal in three minutes.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and got up to walk towards the child.

Cheng Mo and Xia He cleaned up the dishes and took them back to the small house.

Liao Zhongze began to rearrange the formation.

He stood in the center of the threshing ground, walkie-talkie in hand, directing traffic in all directions.

All three strongholds of the Medicine Immortal Society have been destroyed. Based on the intelligence we have so far, only one high-ranking member remains to be captured. Even their leader died in a confrontation with the company.

Now we need to start handling the aftermath.

He called out the names of several subordinates: "You will assist Lao Meng, and send the children away one by one after they have been treated."

Here are a few more examples: "Set up a cordon around the village to prevent any remnants of the Medicine Immortal Society from launching a counterattack."

A series of "Received" messages came through the walkie-talkie.

Liao Zhonggang tucked the walkie-talkie back into his waistband, and then a series of orderly footsteps echoed from the village entrance.

Uncle Hat has arrived.

The team leader was a man in his early thirties with a square face and regular features. He strode over and shouted at Liao Zhong from a distance, "Old Liao! What kind of work have you given me this time?"

Liao Zhong stepped forward to shake hands, then pointed towards the threshing ground: "Old Zheng, everyone's over there, a village full of talent," he said. "You can count them yourselves."

Team leader Zheng glanced over there, his brows furrowing deeply: "Are they all your company's cases?"

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with us." Liao Zhong quickly waved his hand, trying to clear himself of any involvement. "We'll take the people from the Medicine Immortal Society with us. These people selling fake alcohol and cigarettes, tomb raiders, and child traffickers are all local people. They're under your jurisdiction."

He spoke with great sincerity: "I've taken a look, and the age range of those involved is quite wide, including the elderly and children. Psychological counseling may be necessary during the interrogation, especially for the children from the village. These professional tasks are best left to you."

Team leader Zheng stared at him for three seconds.

Liao Zhong remained unfazed.

Team leader Zheng sighed, waved to the people behind him, and the men in hats began to check and register the people one by one.

Liao Zhong quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no desire to take over the village; just writing those statements would be enough to break his hand, not to mention the mental health of those teenagers—he was barely managing to maintain his own mental well-being.

Team leader Zheng turned back, pulled out a small notebook, and said, "Alright, we'll handle these people in the village according to the rules and regulations. Now, let's get down to business. We're still looking for the parents and relatives of those girls we rescued from the Medicine Fairy Society's stronghold last time. And you're saying there are another thirty-odd children here?"

Liao Zhong chuckled, rubbing his hands together as he leaned closer: "Old Zheng, it's better to handle one thing at a time. Your family tracing system is already quite mature, so taking on another thirty or so is a natural progression."

Team leader Zheng felt a huge headache coming on.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Old Liao, this isn't the first time we've worked together. It's not that I don't want to take it, it's just that our internal system is only just starting out with a nationwide network. Accessing data across provinces involves several procedures, and those kids are all over the country, so it's too much trouble to investigate them."

He looked at Liao Zhong: "Your company's information network is unified nationwide, why don't you deploy it yourself?"

Liao Zhong said seriously, "What I mean is, we should each do our part, and whoever does more will get the credit. Helping children find their relatives is a real achievement, and you can add a few more lines when you submit your application."

Team leader Zheng choked for a moment.

He hesitated for five seconds, then sighed, "Alright, alright, I'm not going to argue with you about this. I'll take the people back first, and get the samples from those children to me as soon as possible."

"Don't worry," Liao Zhong assured him, "they all have to go to the hospital for isolation and observation for a period of time. They won't miss your sample."