The rebirth of the medical warrior, sweeping across the ages

The night was like thick ink spreading on the top of the cliff, and the howling wind seemed to tear the world apart. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong stood side by side, looking at the mysterious middle-aged man walking away with their eyes as sharp as torches, their hearts full of gratitude and respect. However, they knew that this was just a short stop in their long journey, and the road ahead was still full of unknowns and challenges.

At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds broke the silence of the night, accompanied by the shrill cry of a woman, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the night. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong looked at each other, with a hint of doubt in their eyes. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman riding a horse, her clothes torn and her face covered with tears, obviously struggling between life and death.

The woman came in front of the two men, dismounted, and fell to her knees with a plop, her voice choking with sobs: "Master Ding, Lady Yang, please save my young lady!"

Ding Zhihua squatted down, gently helped the woman up, and asked in a gentle voice: "Miss, what happened? Who is your young lady?"

The woman trembled as she told the story in a fragmented voice. It turned out that her name was Cui'er, and she was a maid in the mansion of Master Wu Dan. Her daughter, Wu Siyu, was the apple of the Wu family's eye. She was kind and innocent, but she was killed by a wicked man in an accident. She was poisoned and in critical condition. Master Wu offered a reward of ten thousand gold and searched for famous doctors, but no one could cure her. Cui'er heard that Ding Zhihua was a superb doctor and Yang Aihong was a martial arts master, so she risked her life to come for help.

Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong looked at each other, with a hint of determination in their eyes. They knew that this was not just a simple rescue, but a battle against fate. They resolutely decided that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, they would rescue Wu Siyu and let the light of justice shine through this dark world.

The two followed Cui'er to Wu's house, only to see the house in chaos. The servants were terrified, obviously frightened by Wu Siyu's illness. They came to Wu Siyu's boudoir, only to see a pale, weak-breathing girl lying on the bed. It was Wu Siyu. There was no trace of blood on her face, like a flower about to wither, which made people feel pity.

Ding Zhihua went forward to check and saw that Wu Siyu's pulse was weak and she was barely breathing. It was obvious that she was deeply poisoned. He frowned and pondered for a moment before taking out an ancient silver needle from his arms - it was the legendary "Eternal Magic Needle". This silver needle was a treasure left by him in his previous life, which could see into the meridians of the human body and cure diseases.

He gently inserted the silver needle into Wu Siyu's acupuncture points, and used the peerless medical skills he learned in his previous life to start detoxifying Wu Siyu. Each needle was extremely precise, as if he was fighting a silent battle with the god of death. Yang Aihong stood outside the door, alert to the movements around her, her eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

However, at the critical moment when Ding Zhihua was detoxifying Wu Siyu, a strong breath suddenly hit. A cold wind blew in from the window, causing the curtains to flutter gently. Ding Zhihua was startled and quickly retracted the silver needle and turned to look out the window. He saw a black shadow passing quickly in the night, at an astonishing speed.

"Someone is here!" Yang Aihong also noticed something was wrong, and she chased after him. Ding Zhihua followed closely behind, and the two rushed out of the room together.

When they arrived at the courtyard, they saw a man in black standing on the courtyard wall with his back to them. He was tall and burly, and exuded a strong murderous aura. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Who are you? Why do you want to interfere in this matter?" the man in black asked coldly. His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the Netherworld.

Ding Zhihua said in a deep voice: "We were just passing by here, and when we saw someone poisoned, we helped her. Who are you? Why did you harm her?"

The man in black sneered, "She was poisoned by my 'Netherworld Poison'. No one can cure it unless there is an antidote I prepared myself. Since you have intervened in this matter, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

After saying that, the man in black moved and rushed towards Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong. His speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong were not to be outdone, and moved to meet him.

The three of them instantly fought each other, with whistling fists and flying palms. The surrounding trees were shaken by their internal forces, as if they would fall down at any time. Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong cooperated tacitly, one attacking and one defending, and resolved the attacks of the man in black one by one. However, the man in black was also extremely powerful, and his palm power hit the two of them like a heavy hammer, causing them to feel a sharp pain.

After a fierce battle, Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong finally found the flaw of the man in black. They attacked at the same time and hit the man in black on the chest. The man in black screamed, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong did not give the man in black a chance to breathe. They rushed to him. The man in black struggled to stand up and resist, but it was too late. Ding Zhihua hit the man in black on the top of his head, dispersing his internal energy. The man in black screamed and died.

Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong did not stop for a moment after defeating the man in black. They immediately returned to the room to continue detoxifying Wu Siyu. After their efforts, the toxins in Wu Siyu's body were finally completely removed. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a trace of gratitude flashing in the eyes of Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong.

Wu Dan rushed over after hearing the news and was so excited to see his daughter wake up that his eyes filled with tears. He bowed deeply to Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong and said, "Thank you both for saving my life! I, Wu Dan, am willing to give you a million dollars!"

Ding Zhihua waved his hand and said, "Mr. Wu, you are too polite. We are not saving people for money, we just can't stand the evil deeds in the underworld."

Yang Aihong also nodded in agreement: "The road ahead is long and we have to keep moving forward. I hope Mr. Wu can take good care of Miss and keep her away from the disputes in the martial arts world."

After saying that, the two turned around and left, disappearing into the night, leaving Wu Dan and his daughter in the room deeply moved. Wu Siyu's tears slid down her face like pearls, and her heart was filled with gratitude and respect for Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong.

However, what they don't know is that although the man in black was defeated, there is a bigger conspiracy behind him. What is this conspiracy? What kind of challenges will it bring to Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong? All this is still unknown...

As the night deepened, the figures of Ding Zhihua and Yang Aihong gradually walked away under the moonlight. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if telling the world that they would continue to move forward, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, they would not be able to stop their pace of progress...