Volume 1, Chapter 62: Uncle Zhou

Perhaps it was just a coincidence; this style of handkerchief was hardly uncommon.

The heavy automatic doors slid slowly open to both sides.

The chief surgeon, wearing green scrubs and a surgical mask, walked out first.

The assistants and nurses following behind him looked thoroughly exhausted.

Seeing them emerge, Yu Jin's legs turned to jelly, and she could barely stand.

Zhou Jincheng steadying her arm unobtrusively from behind was the only thing that kept her upright.

"Rongrong, the night is deep, and we have to rush back to Jiangcheng early tomorrow morning. You had better get some sleep!" Lin Yuhao tucked the blanket around Shen Rongrong, then stood up and fled in a panic.

People only knew her by her title on the Celestial Rankings as the Poisonous Dame, while her real name, Wei Xunxue, was known to very few.

At July's command, the two of them swallowed their astonishment and confusion and joined the battle, fighting side by side with July. In an instant, the carcasses of wolves fell haphazardly from the sky, and the green robes of Yu Xiao and Wu Chengxu were quickly stained with bright crimson blood.

Afterward, Uncle Zhang invited Long Qing and Xia Yu to stay a bit longer for some tea, before Long Qing finally took his leave.

Upon seeing that Xuan Shitian was actually here eavesdropping, the man's expression stiffened, and in utter despair, he closed his eyes.

The shopkeeper had originally wanted to hurl a torrent of abuse, but before the words could leave his lips, a warning from a noble patron flashed through his mind. He reined in his temper, fearing he might offend a noble again and bring trouble upon himself; these people simply weren't worth it.

"It's precisely that momentum!" Down below, Mu Lin watched Zhao Yan, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. In the semifinals, it was with this very momentum that Zhao Yan had shocked him, suppressing his counterattack and ultimately defeating him.

As for packing the items the old lady had left for her as well, that was purely accidental; Yunxiu hadn't intended to do so at all.

Although the kidnapping of Lucy had nothing whatsoever to do with Ji Rou, Ji Rou could not get past that mental hurdle, constantly dwelling on the thought that if she hadn't suggested going to the amusement park that day, Lucy might never have been in danger.

They simply could not fathom how this young girl could look so much like Dong Qinyan. It wasn't that the two looked completely alike—upon careful comparison, they only shared a two or three-tenths resemblance—yet from certain angles, her brow and eyes were identical to Dong Qinyan's.

In other words, a major incident had indeed taken place in there prior to this, and one of the people involved was sitting right beside them.

This surging current grew increasingly powerful as the cultivation technique continuously operated, filling every single meridian in his body to the absolute brim, a sensation that brought him the utmost comfort.

Hearing this, Qingge's mouth twitched frantically, her skin pulled tight, and her temples throbbed violently.

It was precisely at such a moment that Tang Luoluo spoke these two thoughtfully considered sentences.

Even though autumn had already arrived, the weather in Jiangbei remained stiflingly hot, with the blazing sun beating down fiercely on the earth, almost capable of roasting the pedestrians walking in the streets.

Elder Tang laughed heartily and said, "Uncle Bai need not worry. My master's intention is merely to know the outcome, with no other motives. However, our master hopes that the succeeding clan head will be a person of benevolent virtue and unimpeachable character. Naturally, their medical skills cannot be too weak either, lest they fail to command public respect."

The old man looked entirely ordinary, with dry skin, calloused hands, and a layer of black grime embedded in his fingernails—as ordinary as could be. Aside from having all his meridians completely unblocked, there was not a single thing about him that could rouse Su Zhen's vigilance.

What ordinary criminal would have such idle time? Yet Shi Li was genuinely chatting away with Yang Qiqi, while Li Tianya wore a look of perpetual astonishment beside them.

"I didn't have the time to care about that." Feeling once again as though she were following Yue Yunsheng's rhythm, Gu Baozhu immediately bent her legs to reach for her clothes.

Ze Rong was not lying; the workshop here could indeed rival the Military Armament Office in Pengcheng. Equipment smelted at high temperatures and furnaces were fully equipped, and even the iron tubes used for blowing molds had been crafted according to Lin Mo's specifications.