Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 371

It was late at night. Peach Blossom Village was enveloped in darkness. None of the villagers had turned on their lights. Cities were flouris.h.i.+ng while villages were becoming more deserted. The young had all moved away, leaving behind only the elderly, and some kids who were not in schools.

An electric motorbike rode through the Peach Blossom Village, stopping at Dragon Gate Inn at its rear.

The lights in Dragon Gate Inn were all off. Like the night sky without the moon, the place was pitch-dark.

But its gate was open. There was no guard on sentry.

The girls had run off. Each had been paid 100,000 yuan, vying with one another to expose Li Biao's crimes. They would never return again.

Ning Tao rode G.o.d's Will through the gate and continued ahead. He summoned the states of looking and smelling in his eyes and nose, swiftly scanning every nook and corner.

He did not detect the innate aura of any human. Jumbled human odors lingered in the air, but they were all from long ago.

He soon arrived at the lofty and majestic Dragon Gate Inn. It was quiet there, without a single light on.

Although he did not see the innate aura of any human beings, the air was thick with the scent of liquid detergent. Ning Tao frowned slightly. He parked G.o.d's Will outside the entrance and walked into the main hall of Dragon Gate Inn.

The main hall of Dragon Gate Inn was empty. There was no one there. There were water stains on the floor, and the smell of liquid detergent and blood permeated the air. Although the air was thick with the smell of liquid detergent, it could not overwhelm the stench of blood in the air. The entire hall had been swept clean and the tables and chairs neatly arranged.

Although he did not see it with his own eyes, Ning Tao could guess what had happened.

The police had surrounded this place and he had to leave. Yet they had only taken away Song Chengpeng, Lang Wei and Ji Xiaofeng. Li Biao was left alone. He had lost his ledgers and hard disk. The best thing his boss could do was to silence him through murder!

Although the floor had been scoured clean with liquid detergent, there were a lot of mingled body odors in the air. Ning Tao captured those odors and started to sort them out mentally. Soon, a strange odor crept into his nostrils. It was a man's— with the smell of cigars.

Ning Tao zeroed in on this odor. He skirted past the staircase and headed for the rear of the hall.

Beyond this hall was a corridor leading to the backyard of Dragon Gate Inn.

Beyond the corridor were two rows of antique buildings, like the resplendent towers of old. A stone pavement made up the “street”. Along it were banners proclaiming wine and noodle shops.

It was not difficult to imagine the scene.

High society clients had visited this place and roamed the streets. They would find young girls manning every wine shop and bun stall here. So of course their imagination would run wild. A window would open above and a beauty dressed in period costume would poke out her head. She would then let drop her embroidery and say in a dainty voice, “Young master, could you please pick it up for me?” So would you?

Ning Tao unfortunately could not see this scene. All was quiet here, the windows and doors tightly shut. Nor were there any lights on.

The smell of the cigar extended forward, mingling with Li Biao's odor. He couldn't quite guess when they had been here. From how the hall looked, Ning Tao believed that the cigar smoker must have killed Li Biao, gotten rid of his body, and cleaned up the murder scene. But there was another possibility— that the cigar smoker had killed Li Biao's subordinates and kidnapped him instead.

No matter what the case was, that cigar smoker was Ning Tao's quarry. He had pinpointed him.

After the end of the street, the cigar odor had turned a corner and entered a resplendent storied building. Its doors and windows were tightly shut. Ning Tao could not see any innate aura from inside, but the stench of blood in the air had thickened.

Ning Tao raised his head and glanced. A sneer hovered at the corner of his mouth. He leaped up and his body soared. Taking two steps in mid-air, he soon landed on the balcony of the building. There was only the faint, unavoidable sound of his light feet landing.

Thick blackout curtains were drawn behind the window. Even if there was someone inside, Ning Tao could not see his innate aura.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Strange sounds suddenly rang out from the room. Almost instantaneously, the curtains tore. The paper window adorned with paper cuts was also shattered.

Ning Tao had deftly leaped up the balcony cantilever. His arms grasped the cantilever, his feet propped against the opposite wall.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Bullets flew out from the room. The curtains were riddled with holes. The wooden lattice windows also fell apart, its flakes flying.

“Save me!” Li Biao's voice suddenly rang out from the room.

“Humph!” A cold snort.

“Ah!” Li Biao shrieked.

In that instant, Ning Tao released his hands clutching the balcony cantilever. His feet kicked the wall and his body streaked in through the window.

There was no light in the room, yet the two innate auras inside were like two lanterns, illuminating the dark room for Ning Tao.

A long-haired man was facing the window. In his hand was a miniature submachine gun mounted with a silencer. In his other hand was an ammunition magazine. He was preparing to replace the inside magazine. A black cloth was masking his face. His build was brawny and well proportioned.

Li Biao was suspended on the room beam, a military knife stabbed in his chest. Blood was gus.h.i.+ng out. His innate aura was rapidly weakening.

These were what Ning Tao saw the moment he streaked through the window.

Ning Tao had suddenly barged in. The long-haired man was astounded and retreated hastily. At the same time, he quickened his replacement of the magazine.

But Ning Tao would not allow him to. He waved his hand and a Sacred Needle darted out.

The Hundred Steps Flying Needle Method.

The long-haired man suddenly flipped backwards, dodging the Sacred Needle and simultaneously changing his magazine while in the air. As he landed, he flung his arm and the muzzle of his submachine gun turned to face Ning Tao.

Pfft!

The Sacred Needle suddenly changed direction and darted into the long-haired man's shoulder blade. His arm holding the submachine gun immediately dropped. Pfft, pfft, pfft! Bullets were firing into the floorboard. The solid wood flooring splintered and disintegrated.

The Hundred Steps Flying Needle Method did not mean that Ning Tao was simply throwing Sacred Needles. He could use his spiritual power like a string to direct its flight back. Although Ning Tao could not do it from a distance of a hundred steps, he could do it when the needle was near. The long-haired man had flipped backwards and even managed to change his magazine in the air. His posture was handsome. He could also block the Sacred Needle's flight back.

Ning Tao beckoned, and the Sacred Needle immediately whizzed back into his hand.

But in that instant, the man dived sideways and rammed open the door, rolling down the stairs.

Ning Tao ran after him.

“Save me…” Li Biao's voice suddenly rang out. It sounded very feeble and full of terror.

Ning Tao checked his footsteps. In that instant, he hesitated. After coming out of the police station, he had opened the convenient door and returned to Sky Clinic. After that, he had rode G.o.d's Will into Dragon Gate Inn. His target was Li Biao. He would like to know the secret that Li Biao knew. The 1,997 sin of evil intention demerit points also made him think twice. His life was directly connected to the treatment fees he earned, so he would never find them too much.

Bang!

From the ground floor came the sound of window breaking. The long-haired man had escaped from this building at the moment when Ning Tao hesitated.

“Save me…” Went Li Biao's voice.

Ning Tao sighed and gave up the idea of pursuing the man. Li Biao was heavily injured and could die any moment. Even if he were to catch up with that long-haired man, Li Biao might be dead when he returned. He could only choose one of the two options.

Ning Tao came to Li Biao's side and opened his small medicine chest. He took out a Fine Primary Elixir and stuffed it into Li Biao's mouth, injecting a whiff of spiritual power at the same time into his body. He was helping him steady his heart meridian.

Judging from the position of the military knife in Li Biao's chest, that long-haired man had obviously wanted to stab him dead in the heart. But perhaps it was too dark. At the crucial moment, Li Biao ducked and the knife did not find his heart, missing it by two millimeters. If it weren't for these two millimeters, Li Biao would have been dead.

“I can save you, but I have my own rules for treating patients. You have to sign on my prescription. Would you do that?” Ning Tao asked Li Biao.

“Yes, yes, save me, quick…” Since his life was hanging by a thread, Li Biao was willing to do anything to survive.

So concluded this transaction.

Ning Tao untied Li Biao's hands and took out an ordinary prescription with a blood lock from his small medicine chest. He unlocked the blood lock and dragged Li Biao into the convenient door.

The seven-star lamp was glinting in Sky Clinic. The good-evil tripod showed an angry face as its green fumes spiraled.

Ning Tao dragged Li Biao to the open s.p.a.ce in the middle of his clinic. He left him there and went directly to his desk to write a sin of evil intention prescription pact. He had already diagnosed Li Biao with the ledger of bamboo slips when they were in Dragon Gate Inn. He did not need to repeat the procedure.

“Where… is this place?” Li Biao was very nervous and scared.

Ning Tao said blandly, “It's my clinic. Don't worry, as long as you sign on my prescription, I will heal you.”

“For some reason… I feel so scared… I seem to hear my mother's voice…” Li Biao sounded very strange. “She is calling my name… But she is dead. I lost all the money for treating her illness in a gambling den. I have let her down…”

Heaven would be watching every mortal deeds. Every debt must ultimately be repaid.

Ning Tao was swiftly writing the sin of evil intention prescription pact. As he wrote, he asked, “Do you know that killer?”

“No.”

“Do you know who wants you dead?”

“Her.”

“Who and where is that 'her'?”

Li Biao shook his head. “I don't know. My contacts with her were always through that cell phone and number. We have never met before.”

Ning Tao instantly knitted his brows. He had given that cell phone to Jiang Hao, and Jiang Hao had submitted it to her superior. But even if Ning Tao still had that cell phone, that woman would no longer call. Nor would she pick up his call.

“Think again. When you contacted her, did you hear any special sound around her? Like a plane taking off, or a high-speed rail? Or someone else talking?”

“Let me think…” Li Biao lapsed into his memories.

He was very cooperative, only because he wanted to live.