Chen Jing could barely control his expression!

Fortunately, Dr. Mei Anming was not looking at Chen Jing at that moment, but was looking in other directions, otherwise he would have immediately noticed that something was wrong with Chen Jing.

Chen Jing's thoughts exploded. He recalled the images of people coughing up blood that he had seen when he used the Source of Darkness to inquire about the "truth of the blood sacrifice"... Chen Jing connected his previous guesses and finally formed an almost complete chain.

The purpose of the blood sacrifice is to summon the arrival of the "flying corpse ghosts".

The arrival of the "flying corpse ghost" is to cause more people to die from coughing up blood.

The result of this coughing up of blood is that something resembling a book, bound by chains, is altered.

That is the other party's target.

Even though there was still a lack of conclusive evidence, and even though Chen Jing didn't even know what the book-like thing was, Chen Jing felt that it was most likely the truth.

When Chen Jing tried to force his expression back to normal, the first thing that came to his mind was:

Go immediately and tell the experts the purpose of the blood sacrifice! Prevent the disaster from happening!

But almost simultaneously, the influence emanating from the Heavenly Heart he was wearing quickly calmed Chen Jing down.

First, if the relevant matters are fully disclosed to the experts, it would easily expose Chen Jing's 'source of darkness'. Perhaps it wouldn't be fully exposed, but it would certainly arouse the experts' suspicion.

Secondly, it was already quite late. If Chen Jing went to find an expert immediately, it would be tantamount to creating suspicion about himself. Zhang Taoying was a member of the Black Hand Gang, and even with Uncle Zhang's connections, Chen Jing did not dare to trust Zhang Taoying.

Chen Jing knew that he could not withstand a thorough investigation. If the Black Hand gang found anything suspicious about him, a little investigation would put Chen Jing at great risk of exposure.

He must act in a way that conforms to how others perceive him, without revealing any suspicious information, and take advantage of the fact that the mafia is constrained by other forces, leaving no time to investigate every innocent person in order to protect himself.

At this moment, Zhang Taoying had already helped Uncle Zhang up, thanked Dr. Mei, and was about to leave.

Chen Jing followed them out, and after leaving the small temple, Chen Jing hardened his heart and made a decision.

“I suddenly remembered I have something to do. Sister Taoying, why don’t you take Uncle Zhang back first?” Chen Jing said.

Just as Zhang Taoying was about to ask what was wrong, Chen Jing immediately ran away, looking very hurried.

...

If that potential disaster had not been prevented in time because of Chen Jing's caution, Chen Jing felt he would regret it.

Do things you won't regret.

Moreover, Chen Jing felt that this was not a very risky matter, and he could bear it.

In the hazy mist shrouded in night, Chen Jing quickened his pace as he ran.

Chen Jing thought about many things, including the nightmare he had before he took the Black Pill, in which a lofty figure appeared in the sky and the world he knew collapsed and shattered.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Water was dripping from Chen Jing's hair.

Drizzling.

First, a few drops of water fell to the ground, followed by a fine drizzle.

The grayish-white mist eerily did not dissipate even in the rain, leaving Chen Jing wondering just how thick and gloomy the dark clouds in the sky were.

...

"Xiao Qiu, it's raining. Go get a bucket and catch the leak." Dr. Mei Anming sat at the table, the lamplight illuminating her face.

"Mm." The young girl, called Xiao Qiu, jogged away.

At this moment, Dr. Mei Anming finally showed some fatigue on her face. However, she still had a while before her rest time, so she decided to read a book and look at the prescriptions for a while longer.

Xiao Qiu's full name is Qiu Si Ning, which shows how much her parents longed for peace and tranquility when they named her.

She is naturally cheerful and optimistic, likes to help others, and is full of energy, though she is a little mischievous.

This kind of personality is extremely rare. Mei Anming knew that countless people who had similar experiences to Xiao Qiu had never met someone like her.

What will they become?

In the former Song Dynasty, death and disappearance were merely numbers that no one cared about. Most of the living would struggle endlessly, struggling in the fog, unable to see the direction or the sunlight, being dragged by death into the terrifying swamp.

Mei Anming didn't know why she came—or why she returned here. Perhaps it was because of some conviction in her heart, or perhaps just a little bit of pride. But whatever the reason, Mei Anming absolutely did not want to admit that it was because of the letter her father wrote before he died.

She continued to flip through the ancient book in her hands. The efficacy of the family's ancient prescriptions was much better than Mei Anming had thought. Mei Anming wanted to take another look and digest all the useful knowledge inside.

Just then, a sound came from the doorway.

Mei Anming shifted his gaze from the book to the doorway and looked at the person who had entered.

A carriage was parked outside, and the coachman, wearing a black raincoat, stood silently in the rain. A pregnant woman stepped off the carriage, and a middle-aged man held an umbrella for her beside her.

"Are you Dr. Mei?" The pregnant woman walked into the small temple, while the middle-aged man behind her remained in the rain and did not follow her in.

“Yes, I am. Please have a seat.” Mei Anming sized up the pregnant woman.

Classical medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Observation refers to examining the patient's complexion.

The pregnant woman's expression was gentle but stiff, her hands always resting on her belly. She wore an elegant yellow long dress, and her hair was styled in a classic, upturned bun, a style favored by people in the Song Dynasty.

She was wearing soft cloth shoes, and although she had walked through wind and rain, her clothes and hair were not wet at all. In her right hand, she held a round fan decorated with tassels depicting landscapes.

Mei Anming also had a strange feeling: when the pregnant woman walked out of the rain, her gentle smile was like that of someone who had just left the embrace of a lover.

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