CHAPTER 293: CHAPTER 282 SPARRING BATTLE

"You can’t go in!" Suddenly, several people appeared in front of Xiao Lin, blocking him outside the ancestral hall.

As an outsider, one cannot casually enter the ancestral hall, especially with patients in isolation inside. Earlier, because of Elder Miao’s words, Miao Shaoqing didn’t stop him, but this time, he couldn’t easily let anyone in as he had his suspicions about Xiao Lin.

"Move!" Xiao Lin glanced at them coldly and said in a deep voice.

In front of him were three young men he had seen before, tall and robust with rebellious gleams in their eyes. They stared at Xiao Lin as if a beast was looking at its prey, filled with provocation.

Xiao Lin didn’t want to engage physically; here, as long as it wasn’t necessary, he only needed to be a doctor.

"Can you bear the consequences if something happens to Aunt Li?" Xiao Lin approached one of them closely, so near that they could feel each other’s breath.

"Shaoqing!" In his anxiety, Master Miao walked between the two and gently patted the young man: "Let Dr. Xiao in."

Xiao Lin felt bewildered by the young man’s hostility. It wasn’t very aggressive but surprising; it was hard to describe. He shook his head and walked into the ancestral hall.

Two drivers quickly followed behind, lifting Aunt Li, who had fallen on the floor, back onto the bed. Others gathered around them, and Xiao Lin glanced at them briefly; all of them showed more or less signs of poisoning. Just as Elder Miao had said, the stronger young ones had more severe symptoms. This was evidently a kind of energy molecule that could instantly embed itself in human cells and forcibly undermine immunity. Right now, only by identifying the composition of these energy molecules could they cut off their source.

Tearing away without hesitation, Xiao Lin ripped open Aunt Li’s clothes; her chest was filled with black energy, and her face was pale. He quickly took out the silver needles from his bag and inserted them into several acupoints on her chest: Xuan Ji, Zi Gong, Zhong Ting, and Tian Zhong.

"Get a towel."

Xiao Lin kept his eyes on Aunt Li, occasionally twisting and rotating the silver needles with his fingers. Although the black energy in her chest stopped spreading, it showed no signs of dissipating. Not daring to slack, he gravely lifted Aunt Li’s torso.

"Remember, burn the foul material she expels right there, disperse the crowd, and keep anyone from approaching within three meters."

"Yes!" After donning gas masks, two people silently distributed the remaining masks to others and carefully helped them put them on.

"General..." Seeing that there were no extra masks, one person attempted to remove his own mask but was stopped by Xiao Lin.

Wrapping a damp towel around his nose and mouth, Xiao Lin placed one hand against Aunt Li’s back heart and the other hand struck her Hunmen acupoint directly.

"Hurry!" The next moment, Xiao Lin shouted.

The foul material had already sprayed from her mouth, some splattering onto a soldier’s hand, causing wisps of smoke to rise from beneath his protective clothing. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly tied up the plastic bag and placed it in the pre-prepared iron bucket for burning. Another soldier sprinkled powder around and ignited it. It was incense made from grinding over a dozen medicinal herbs that, when heated, would emit a fragrance to drive away toxic substances in the air, instantly eradicating airborne bacterial particles.

"Elder, does the village have Mugwort?" Xiao Lin asked as he soaked the silver needles in a bottle: "Aunt Li is not in immediate danger of life, but the residual poison in her body needs to be expelled several times to be fully cleared."

The elder shook his head, and from the information heard from others, he couldn’t help but look at this young man in his early twenties in a new light. In fact, he was forced to be unkind in administering the poison. He sighed.

"Don’t worry, other medical teams will arrive soon. Before that, our task is to eliminate the toxins in these people. Leave it to me."

Xiao Lin returned to the makeshift military tent. It was almost the size of a basketball court, and squeezing out a space like this was really not easy.

"You guys go back first, and get some Mugwort, as much as possible," Xiao Lin told the people behind him, his tone filled with determination.

"General..."

"Leave the equipment; I need a set of the most advanced wireless devices and portable finished product analysis tools, as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The military aircraft circled in the sky before finally heading into the distance.

In his hands was a yet-to-be-unsealed drug kit. The other side had done things thoroughly, the only clue being the emblem on the metal box. Xiao Lin couldn’t help but suspect this was intentional, but he still couldn’t find anything in this village worth such a grand effort.

As the surgical scalpel sliced open the packaging, a slight tearing sound was produced. Xiao Lin believed every assassin would feel an inexplicable thrill upon hearing such a light and direct sound, like the scent of blood hitting your senses first when slitting a throat, reddening the eyes.

Under the night sky, the village regained its tranquility. Xiao Lin stepped out of the tent and gazed at the Miao Clan Ancestral Hall. The firelight flickered in the wind, casting shadows of moving figures. After passing on simple acupuncture techniques to Xiao Jiu in the afternoon, he slowly walked around the village. There was always a small tail behind him, impossible to shake off, just like now.

"Come out!" He called on a deserted hillside; in the stillness of the night, the wind blowing the grass seemed exceptionally clear.

"Now that the elder is not around, just get to the point," Xiao Lin said again.

Xiao Lin wasn’t suited to being provocative, but he also didn’t want to remain in a state of chaos. He stood in the darkness, blending with it, even his breathing slowing to a barely perceptible rhythm.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Lin discerned their identities from the aura emanating from them. He just felt this fight had to be taken seriously, or it would wrong these people. Perhaps, it could even bring some new blood to Lao Long. Thinking of this, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but smile, intentionally revealing his position.

A strong wind approached, and Xiao Lin lowered his hands, using the recoil to spring backward while sweeping his left leg towards the attacker approaching from the left. In mid-air, he flipped and solidly punched the first assailant in the face. All the moves were executed seamlessly, with no extra movements, swift and fierce. Yet the opponent’s response indeed gave Xiao Lin a piece of information. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes revealing an anticipated excitement. It had been a long time since he exercised, and there was another one in the shadows; that was the real protagonist, and he would wait well.

To take the initiative means finding control at the first opportunity, so Xiao Lin didn’t give the opponent any resting time. With another quick move, before anyone could see clearly, he was already upon the opponent, capturing the second person with a hook punch and pinning him under. Then, with two quick leaps, he reached the first person’s side. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to give recommendation votes and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)