Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 29 Find me an old western doctor

“This is the second time.”

He Songling sat on the armchair, looking at the Tang Clan assassin who was being held captive by Lu Ci, and shook his finger.

"Master, why don't you kill him this time? Is what you just said true or false?" Lu Ci was very confused.

"At least we are in Sichuan, give the Tang Sect some respect." He Songling was actually a little afraid. What if he went too far and lured out the people in the sect who knew how to use Danxi? Throughout the book "Under One Person", once someone is hit by Danxi, there is no way to survive.

He Songling couldn't even withstand the Qi Body Source Flow that was clearly set higher than the third level of Reverse Life, so he didn't want to gamble whether the second level could withstand Dan Devouring. "We are the newcomers, we can't make things difficult for the host."

The Tang Sect assassin finally recovered from the shock of being counterattacked once again. He stared at He Songling fiercely and asked, "What you just said was a lie? Did you know that I would come back?"

"Hey, little brother, do you think it's possible that you are just too inexperienced?"

The move of the Tang Clan assassin just now seemed to be overwhelming, with poisonous smoke, sharp blade nets, and flying hidden weapons. It seemed very real, but in fact, in front of a pervert like He Songling who could revolve in all directions with just a thought and was immune to physical attacks, it was no threat at all.

Moreover, his skills and Qi strength were also far behind. Nowadays, even Xu Xin and Dong Chang, who later developed Danxi, could not defeat the Quan Xing thief; Li Ding, the proud disciple of the heir of Longhu Mountain, was picked by the head of the Tang Sect to fight against Zhang Zhiwei, a generation apart.

Although Li Ding is only three and a half years older than Zhang Zhiwei, in fact, in the growth period, a year's difference is very large. He Songling even asked Zhang Zhiwei about this matter. When they fought, Li Ding was sixteen, old enough to go to high school, while Zhang Zhiwei was just over twelve, and those who started school later were still elementary school students.

Anyone who has been to high school knows how good a young boy of this age can fight. At that time, Li Ding was only 1.85 meters tall and weighed 200 kilograms. Zhang Zhiwei had not even started to grow. However, this little brat stood there for a long time without moving, and even when Li Ding was exhausted, he still couldn't break the defense.

The Tang Sect's famous and outstanding disciples couldn't even break the golden light spell of the twelve-year-old Zhang Zhiwei, let alone this stinky extra who didn't even have a name, and he wanted to hurt He Songling? Even if he hurt Hawking in that state, he could kill the assassin with just two fingers.

"Hmph, you wait!" The Tang Clan assassin stood up and tried to leave angrily, but found that he couldn't move his legs, as if two hands came out of the ground and firmly grasped his feet. He looked up and saw that He Songling's hands were shining with light, and he controlled him with the Eight Directions Reversal.

"You want to leave now?"

"Kill me if you want!" The Tang Sect assassin stiffened his neck, "No one in the Tang Sect is afraid of death!"

"Psycho, look at what you have done to my room, all the debris, poison powder and blood. Clean it up before you leave." He Songling pointed at the puddle on the ground, "This is the innkeeper's house. When I check out, he deducts my deposit. Should I ask you, Tang Sect, for it?"

"It's not you..."

"Huh?" Lu Ci clenched his fist and pressed it against the face of the Tang Clan assassin who was still trying to argue.

"Just sweep!"

The Tang Clan assassin said the most cowardly words in the most stern tone. It took almost an hour to clean up the place. The Tang Clan assassin left angrily and never came back. He probably won't have the face to show up again in the near future. Lu Ci then came over and asked, "Master, is your injury real or fake?"

"It's definitely true, but it's not that exaggerated." After all, he has an innate soul and can see other people's qi clearly. How could He Songling be killed by his own qi? Although his injuries were indeed serious, they were not incurable.

"That's okay." Lu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's change the route and go into the city." He Songling said, "Go to the city and find a doctor to treat you and get some medicine." After all, Ni Sheng San Chong is not the real Majin Buu, so he should surrender when he should surrender and get treatment when he should get treatment.

"There should be a county town not far away." Lu Ci looked at the map. There was no satellite positioning these days, so he could only estimate the location.

"The county town is not good, let's go to a big city." He Songling shook his head, "See a Western doctor."

"No way, big boss, this is also worshipping foreigners?" Lu Ci's eyes widened. He had never heard that this traitor of Trinity had a background of studying abroad. Besides, these days, the more people have a background of studying abroad, the more they are eager to put their knowledge into practice and use it to serve the motherland.

"Go away, do you know anything about Chinese medicine?" He Songling slapped Lu Ci's hedgehog head flat.

He was not a Western worshipper. He really didn't understand Chinese medicine at all. He didn't even mention the yin and yang, the five elements, the human body's qi, etc. Who could understand the prescription of the main, secondary, auxiliary and guiding drugs, and the control of qi and acupuncture? It would be fine if someone poisoned the medicine, but acupuncture would directly tamper with your acupuncture points and meridians. What if there were assassins from the Tang Sect mixed in?
No matter how high your defense is, you have to honestly loosen your defense and let the needles penetrate you to circulate Qi. Even if you have read some medical books, it is useless to have only a superficial understanding. If you ask why the method is different from the one in the book, and the doctor says "there are different methods for different people", what else can you say?
"But Western medicine is different. They focus on process and standardization. Its biggest advantage to me now is that those Qing dynasty bumpkins from the mountains of Tang Sect know even less than I do, so they can't impersonate me. At least safety is guaranteed."

No kidding, although it is already the 1930s, not to mention the Tang Sect’s Yi Ren hiding in the mountains, even the Yi Ren circle across the country has a very shallow understanding of modernization. It was only after Bi He Ren’s disastrous defeat of nine against one that they woke them up. Most of the younger generation of Tang Sect disciples are younger than He Songling, but in terms of their understanding of the world, it is not an exaggeration to call them the old masters of the Qing Dynasty.

"Boy, just follow me and enjoy yourself. By then, your Lu family will be the best in the world in our country's circle of extraordinary people." He Songling made a promise to Lu Ci while lying in the carriage.

He Songling had a good idea, but he forgot one thing: the development of Western medicine today is just so-so. Molecular synthesis and biopharmaceuticals are just starting in Europe and the United States, and foreign hospitals in China do not use any high-end technology.

It was OK to treat external injuries, but it seemed a bit powerless to treat internal injuries like He Songling's. When He Songling explained his condition to the British doctor, he didn't even know how to describe the word "meridian". Of course, even in the 21st century, Western medicine has not been able to discover meridian points in anatomy.

He Songling's English was good, but after explaining for a long time, the British doctor only thought that He Songling had pneumonia, thrombosis or something, and gave him two doses of aspirin. He Songling was almost mad and laughed, "I really have pneumonia, but your medicine is not suitable for the disease!"

After all, it was only the 1930s. Everything was just starting out in those days. It was still too wild and too ignorant. Even the most famous drug during World War II, penicillin...

Eh?
He Songling paused suddenly, then looked at Lu Ci with a burning gaze, causing Lu Ci to step back, "Master, big brother, what do you want to do?"

"Xiaoci, go back and ask your father if he is interested in doing another business together." He Songling's eyes had already turned golden.

(End of this chapter)