Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 112 The Clinic Is Going To Move?

Yin Molan left. The ice cream plan was just their thought. Ning Tao returned to the clinic to treat his wounds. Since Qing Zhui was afraid to enter the clinic, she asked Ning Tao to take her shopping bags out for her.

"I have to go back and take a bath. I'm so dirty," Qing Zhui stated, but instead of leaving immediately, she looked straight at Ning Tao as if to send a message.

Ning Tao said, "Then you go home early. I'll have to make some delicate perfumed cream later for tomorrow evening's charity party."

"You've got so many flying needles and darts and blood on you. Don't you want someone to clean your wounds and to have a bath?" asked Qing Zhui.

Ning Tao shook his head.

"All right, then, I'm going home." A little disappointed, Qing Zhui left with a bunch of shopping bags. She wanted to go into the clinic to help Ning Tao with his wound, but she didn't dare to go in after being glared at by the good-evil tripod at the door.

Since she killed Jia Kun who signed the prescription pact for signs of evil intention and had his p.e.n.i.s cut off, she had already committed a sin. The evil man going to the Sky Clinic was like the good man going to h.e.l.l, and the feeling could not be ignored easily.

After Qing Zhui left, Ning Tao closed the door and went back to the clinic.

Fragments of the woodcutter and the Heaven-shaking Shoulder Pole lay in the open s.p.a.ce in the middle of the clinic. They were the spoils of the battle.

"I didn't expect such a woodcutter to be a magic tool. When I fix it, I will have an offensive magic tool. As for the shoulder pole, it can also be used, but it has no deterrent to take a shoulder pole out to fight the enemy. I'll have to figure out a way to transform it into something else," Ning Tao thought.

Then he opened the small medicine chest and tried to get tweezers to remove the poison needles and darts on his body. At the sight of the ledger of bamboo slips in the medicine chest, he saw it glow faintly. Ning Tao was filled with curiosity. Instead of taking the tweezers, he took the ledger of bamboo slips and then opened it.

A word appeared on the ledger, saying, "The villain of this area has been killed and the clinic will move on the next rent day."

Move?

Ning Tao was dumbfounded. He thought the clinic had been here since time immemorial, and never thought it would move!

After staring blankly for a while, Ning Tao suddenly realized something. "Oh, Chen Pingdao said he was trapped by the clinic for more than 2,000 years. More than 2,000 years ago, this was probably a desolate, uninhabited place. How could anyone build a clinic here? So it comes from somewhere else!"

Maybe Chen Pingdao knew where the clinic came from and when it moved here. However, since he had never been heard of, Ning Tao had no idea about this. Judging from the content emerging on the ledger at the moment, Ning Tao knew one thing—wherever it moved to, there would be a villain.

"The crack on the small island in the middle of Jialing River has piled up the bones as high as a hill, which shows that Tang Tianren not only killed countless people, but also indulged disciples of the Tang Sect to be evil, so he is the villain of this land. Qing Zhui and I teamed up with Yin Molan, and killed Tang Tianren, leaving no villain in this area, so the Sky Clinic is going to move. But where will it go?" Ning Tao couldn't help wondering where the clinic was moving to before finding out when and where the clinic came from.

Since there was no indication in the ledger of bamboo, there was no answer to this question.

"Well, I'll just move. As long as it's not moving abroad, I can fit in anywhere. Besides, I can come back at any time as long as I leave a blood lock here." After thinking about it for a while without any result, Ning Tao stopped pondering it. He returned the ledger to the medicine chest, took tweezers and pulled out the flying needles and darts to treat the wound.

After finis.h.i.+ng the wound, he went to the back of the clinic to cut aloe vera, and got it back to the clinic to refine the delicate perfumed cream, for tomorrow night's charity party.

The next morning, Ning Tao went to the cave where Qing Zhui lived.

This time the snakes came out and then turned away one by one after taking a look at him.

"Qing Zhui, are you up yet?" Ning Tao asked.

"Don't come in!" Qing Zhui's voice came from the cave.

Ning Tao was intrigued and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm... changing my skin. Don't come in." Qing Zhui sounded nervous.

Skin changes were unthinkable for the average person, but for Qing Zhui and Bai Jing, it was totally normal. After all, they were snake demons, and snakes changed their skin at a certain time. The white snake slough he got from Bai Jing last time was Bai Jing's decaying skin.

"Did you change your skin because you were hurt last night?" Ning Tao asked.

"Yeah, I have scars all over my body, so I just changed it," Qing Zhui's voice said.

Ning Tao, who couldn't imagine her peeling, added, "How long will it take you?"

"Two or three days," Qing Zhui's voice answered.

"Well, I'm going to the airport to pick up my friends. You change the skin and keep it for me, it's spiritual material, and can be used for alchemy," Ning Tao stated.

He didn't know Qing Zhui's reaction to his words, but she didn't say anything.

The day pa.s.sed quickly.

Time wouldn't stay a second because of Tang Tianren's death. All living beings were multiplying and living under the same sky, traveling on a specific track, seemingly without intersection, but actually closely related to each other. The world was big, but no one existed alone, and nor the other species.

The master of the body was the brain, but who was the master of all living beings and the vast and boundless world?

No one knew the answer.

When the evening lights were lit, the North River Art House became live.

A secret charity party was being held in a medieval building.

The hall was full of stars and several wealthy businessmen.

All these stars and wealthy businessmen came because of Fan Huaying's organization. Of course, they had their own needs. Some wanted to buy the delicate perfumed cream which cured Zhao Wushuang's face, while others wanted to see the once-in-thousand-year miracle doctor that Fan Huaying mentioned and ask him to cure them of old ailments.

Ning Tao didn't show up for the time being, but he had already created heated discussion at the party.

"Is there such a miracle doctor in the world? Can he even cure the face that was defigured by sulfuric acid?"

"Isn't that doctor who cured Zhao Wushuang? Her face, as it has been before, shows no signs of having been damaged by acid. Isn't that proof?"

"Who knows. If he can really cure my asthma, I'll donate money to build the orphanage."

"Where is the delicate perfumed cream? Will it help? I'd like to buy a bottle if it works. But if it's too expensive, so be it."

These voices rose and fell among the party guests.

At that moment, Fan Huaying and Zhao Wushuang were in a corner, each holding a gla.s.s of champagne, whispering.

"Why hasn't my brother come out yet? Doesn't he just change his clothes? It took him longer to get dressed than I did," Zhao Wushuang said anxiously.

Fan Huaying smiled and said, "Wushuang, do you really take him as a big brother? May I ask what kind of brother he is?"

Zhao Wushuang gave him a dirty look. "Are you making fun of me? You are my big brother too. What kind of brother do you think he is?"

"If you miss someone once, you'll miss him forever. I've met a lot of people and I really hope you don't miss him," Fan Huaying said sincerely.

A flush came over Zhao Wushuang's face. "I won't talk to you if you continue to make fun of me."

At that moment, the host of the party came out from a pa.s.sageway. He walked onto the stage, smiled and said in an emotional voice, "The Suns.h.i.+ne Charity is now officially on. I'm sure you all know what this party is about. Doctor Ning is still backstage preparing, he will come out to meet you later. Now let's welcome our protagonist Miss Zhao Wushuang to take the stage and sing the theme song of this party, My Heart Will Go On. Let's hear it for Miss Zhao Wushuang!"

There was an immediate round of applause in the party hall.

"The party is on. Give me your gla.s.s," Fan Huaying said, holding out his hand.

Zhao Wushuang took another look at the pa.s.sageway to the background, hard to hide her worry and expectation.

Fan Huaying laughed and urged, "Go on. Your singing will draw him out."

Zhao Wushuang handed the gla.s.s to Fan Huaying, and as she left, she uttered, "You talked too much."

Fan Huaying just gave her a smile.

Zhao Wushuang took the stage, but before she sang Celine Dion's cla.s.sic song, a group of people suddenly walked in from the entrance of the hall.

A security guard of the art house tried to stop them, but was pushed away by a man.

It was none other than Chen Tiansheng, made popular by Huai Kebing's entertainment company. Chen Tiansheng was followed by Huai Kebing's bodyguards and the disciples from the Tang Sect.

Chen Tiansheng's sudden entry with a group of people cooled the otherwise pleasant atmosphere in the hall. Especially those stars in show business all closed their mouths, because they were worried that they might say the wrong thing and that then Chen Tiansheng exaggerated their words and reported to Huai Kebing.

Although Huai Kebing, the local tyrant in the show business, was not here, not everyone dared to challenge his authority in the show business.

"Wushuang, why didn't you tell me about coming to Shan City? You got me on a chartered plane from Beidu. Aren't you being mean?" Chen Tiansheng said, walking toward the stage.

Fan Huaying stood in front of him and said bluntly, "This is a private party. You are not invited. Please go out!"

"Who is this talking to me? Oh, it's Mr. Fan," Chen Tiansheng uttered crossly. "I wasn't invited, but I came on Young Master Huai's behalf. Who dare to throw me out? Oh, by the way, Young Master Huai specifically asked me to speak to him by video when I got here to see who was at the charity party. In the future, he will take care of them specially when they are screened in the cinema."

After that, Chen Tiansheng actually took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent Huai Kebing an invitation to video chat.

Soon a window appeared on Chen Tiansheng's phone screen. In that window Huai Kebing was lying on a sofa in a suite in a big building. In his hand was a fruit tray containing a string of purple grapes. As Chen Tiansheng pointed his phone's camera at Zhao Wushuang on the stage, he grabbed a toothpick and stuck a grape in his mouth, chewing slowly.

At the same time, Ning Tao used his key to open a blood lock painted on the wall in a room at the back of the hall and went in. When he came out again, he was already in the Sky Clinic. As soon as the stone wall came back to normal, he put the key of the clinic in a new blood lock, twisted it, and walked through the convenient door...