“I’m not strong enough, otherwise I could use the Blood Guiding Technique to find it for you. But judging from Master Chen’s appearance, his reunion with his family won’t be long,” Ye Xingchen said. “I will definitely find a way to resolve this matter.”
"Thank you, Mr. Ye. If there is anything you need in the future, please feel free to ask. Even if it means going through fire and water, I, Shen Qinghe, will do my utmost." Shen Qinghe clasped his hands and bowed deeply to Ye Xingchen.
Private hospital, intensive care unit.
Na San Shao's wails never ceased.
The orthopedic surgeons in the hospital gathered to consult on his case, and the conclusion they reached was not optimistic.
Looking at the shattered knee on the X-ray, the doctors were at a loss.
"Can I still be cured? Tell me!" Na San Shao roared after receiving a painkiller injection.
"Mr. Na, we have arranged for the hospital's best orthopedic specialist to examine you. Regarding your condition..." a doctor said cautiously.
"Get to the point," Na San Shao hissed, "Can my leg still be healed?"
“This…” the doctor hesitated for a moment: “Because your leg has suffered two injuries in a short period of time, and both were comminuted fractures.”
"So it seems your legs can't be cured this time."
"Even the bone-healing ointment won't work?" Na San Shao's eyes widened.
"Yes, the bone-healing ointment has limited effects, so I'm afraid you'll need to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life." The doctor gritted his teeth and told the truth.
"So... does that mean I'm going to be a cripple from now on?" Na San Shao's expression froze slightly, revealing an incredulous look.
The doctor kept his head down, but dared not say a word.
"Zhang Qiang... Where is Zhang Qiang?" Na San Shao roared, "Go and ask my master to come out of seclusion, immediately."
"Third Young Master... I've already sent someone to invite Mr. Hong out of seclusion, but someone wants to see you now." Zhang Qiang quickly came out.
"I won't see anyone... I won't see anyone!" Na San Shao roared. He was both frustrated and terrified.
Last time he broke both legs, he recovered in less than ten days thanks to his good physical condition and the Qing Dynasty secret formula for bone healing ointment.
But this time, Ye Xingchen was extremely ruthless, smashing both of his kneecaps so that he would never be able to stand up again for the rest of his life.
Just then, a very curt voice came through: "Third Young Master Na, are you sure you don't want to see him?"
"Who?" Na San Shao suddenly opened his eyes. The voice of the newcomer had a strong Japanese accent.
"Hehe, your father and I were good friends and once plotted great things together. Now that he is gone, would you like to join me in accomplishing what your father did not finish?" The man slowly walked over. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties.
"The Zuo Tengsong clan?" The third young master instantly sobered up: "What are you doing here?"
"Of course... we want to cooperate with the Third Young Master." Zuo Tengsong's family chuckled.
"Cooperation? What cooperation?" Na San Shao struggled, and Zhang Qiang quickly helped him sit up.
"We have a common enemy, Ye Xingchen; we also have a common goal, the Jade Slip Heavenly Book," said Zuo Tengsong leisurely. "So why don't we cooperate?"
"Heh, none of the people who cooperate with you have had a good ending, have they?" Na San Shao's eyes were sinister, like those of a venomous snake: "My father was tricked by you back then."
“I am deeply sorry for your father’s death, but the circumstances at the time were beyond my control.” Zuo Tengsong’s family laughed and said, “Third Young Master, with your current strength, it will probably not be easy for you to kill Ye Xingchen.”
"What do you want?" Na San Shao remained silent for a moment.
"The secret recipes for the Soul-Locking Pill and the Golden-Red Wound Ointment, the Jade Slip Heavenly Book, we can divide them fairly," the Zuo Tengsong clan said with a smile.
Na San Shao remained silent, weighing the pros and cons.
“Third Young Master, Ye Xingchen’s strength far exceeds your imagination. You have assassins under your command, and I have ninjas. Our cooperation is a win-win situation,” said Zuo Tengsong’s clan. “Besides, don’t you really want to avenge the loss of your legs?”
"My revenge... I will take it." Provoked, Na San Shao roared in a low voice, "Ye Xingchen must die."
In a private room on the top floor of the Jinghong Club.
Ning Qingyan brewed a pot of tea for Zhong Yexingchen.
"I didn't expect your tea ceremony to be so good." Ye Xingchen took the tea, held it to his nose and took a gentle sniff, his nose filled with fragrance.
“My mother was once a talented woman, proficient in all the arts, especially tea ceremony, where she was known as the Tea Fairy,” Ning Qingyan said slowly. “But after she met my father, she only made tea for him.”
"You still haven't contacted your dad?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“There’s nothing to keep in touch with. My mother fell in love with him at first sight and gave him everything, but she passed away from illness, and he remarried afterward.” Ning Qingyan said calmly, “I think my mother made a mistake.”
"Will I be able to enjoy such excellent tea ceremony again in the future?" Ye Xingchen asked with a smile.
“Yes, from now on I will only make tea for you.” Ning Qingyan smiled slightly, then said seriously, “Young Master Na has made another move.”
"Did he send out assassins?" Ye Xingchen asked calmly.
“Yes, all the assassins have been mobilized, and his master is about to emerge from seclusion. He is a master of the Heavenly Realm.” Ning Qingyan said, “Moreover, Young Master Na has more than 3,000 people in the Northeast. These people are also a force to be reckoned with.”
“The assassins are nothing to fear. Hong Qihai has been in seclusion for so long, his strength must have improved by leaps and bounds.” Ye Xingchen said, “Young Master Na is really troublesome.”
“Yes, killing him directly will provoke a fierce backlash from his backers, but breaking his legs and enraging him will have the same consequences. Why not just kill him outright?” Ning Qingyan asked.
"Ha, killing him directly would be pointless." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "Besides, if we don't provoke him, how can he possibly unleash all the forces behind him?"
"Solve it once and for all, so you won't have any worries later."
“In this world, you’re probably the only one who would be so fearless when facing Young Master Na, right?” Ning Qingyan rolled her eyes at him. “Young Master Na has a younger brother in the Northeast named Na Yuanying.”
"His younger brother?" Ye Xingchen was taken aback.
“The brothers have turned against each other and will never speak to each other again, but Na Yuanying is very cunning and much more terrifying than Na Sanshao.” Ning Qingyan said, “We must also be wary of this person.”
"Understood." Ye Xingchen nodded.
He looked up and saw Ning Qingyan bending over to make tea, her beautiful hair gently brushing against her face, making her extremely alluring.
Moreover, she was wearing a cheongsam with a slit that accentuated her incredibly rounded hips.
Ye Xingchen couldn't help but reach out and place his hand on her calf, sliding it down her smooth leg.
"Not again?" Ning Qingyan glared at him. "Are you a dog? Aren't all those women around you enough for you?"
"It's worth it even if I die from exhaustion." Ye Xingchen chuckled. With the Hehuan Kung Fu, how could he know what exhaustion was?
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