Chapter 48

It was already very late, and Yang Ji estimated that it should be close to midnight.

"I should go back."

Yang Ji thought to himself. The clothes he was wearing were still the night clothes he had stripped from "Liu Qi," and he certainly couldn't wear them back.

Yang Ji changed his clothes, put away the "Taihe Devil Tiger Fist" and the silver bills, and then leaped down the mountain peak. He found a section of the city wall at random, and with a leap, he used the "Weasel Climbing a Tree" technique to easily scale the wall and enter the city.

Everything was pitch black around. Although the fighting at "Bai Cao Xing" had alarmed many people, it was limited to the northern part of the city, while the rest of the city was still in deep sleep.

"That place seems to be Doctor Zhou's clinic."

Yang Ji's heart stirred, and he suddenly looked to his right. There, a single light was very conspicuous in the darkness. Yang Ji vaguely remembered that he had once told Yang Erniu to invite Doctor Zhou to treat his mother.

"Perhaps he knows where Yang Erniu's home is."

Yang Ji thought to himself, turned around, and immediately walked in the direction of the light.

In the entire Jin'an City, Doctor Zhou was highly respected. He had a noble medical ethics and never refused anyone. For those who were poor, he often reduced or waived their medical fees. Since many people came to him, he often worked very late.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhou."

As Yang Ji walked over, he saw a young woman carrying a child, her face full of gratitude, walking out. She looked at Yang Ji with a slight surprise and then disappeared into the darkness.

"Miraculous hands that bring back life!"

Yang Ji glanced at the golden plaque on the door and then walked in.

In the room, a middle-aged doctor with gray temples, dressed in a hemp robe, was carefully putting long and short silver needles into a wooden box.

"Doctor Zhou..."

Yang Ji hesitated for a moment and called out softly.

"Oh."

Doctor Zhou came to his senses, looked up, and his cloudy eyes subconsciously glanced at Yang Ji.

"Young man, are you here to see a doctor? But you don't seem to be sick. Looking at your tongue, whites of your eyes, complexion, and pulse..."

"Doctor Zhou, I'm not sick."

Yang Ji smiled bitterly and quickly interrupted him.

"It's like this, I came to ask you something. Do you remember a man named Yang Erniu who asked you to treat his mother last year?"

The pebble, or rather the "meteorite," that he had obtained from Yang Erniu had always been a thorn in his side. That stone-like object had almost changed his life, but he knew very little about it. Especially when he was contemplating the "Fist Intent Unity Diagram," he found that the energy of this "meteorite" seemed not to be exhausted.

And "repaying kindness," Yang Ji also wanted to know how Yang Erniu and his mother were doing. If possible, he wanted to help and compensate them.

To his surprise, Doctor Zhou frowned and then shook his head.

"Yang Erniu? Too many people come to me. But I really don't remember anyone named Yang Erniu."

"How is that possible?"

Yang Ji was startled. His immediate reaction was: "Could it be that Yang Erniu never came to invite Doctor Zhou?!"

Yang Ji's heart sank. He only remembered telling Yang Erniu to invite Doctor Zhou but had never considered whether Yang Erniu had actually gone.

"Did he take the wrong path? Or did something else happen? Is his mother okay?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind.

Yang Erniu, driven by his desire to save his mother, should not have failed to invite a doctor, especially since Yang Ji had told him the location. But now, thinking back, Yang Erniu's intelligence was not high. Even if he was told where Doctor Zhou was, it was very likely that he couldn't find the place.

Especially since he was carrying a money bag, if he wasn't careful, the money might have attracted the attention of others.

"Please, nothing must have happened!"

Yang Ji's relaxed mood vanished, and he said anxiously:

"Doctor Zhou, think again. The man was about twenty years old, with a broad and muscular build. And you went to his home?"

Doctor Zhou thought for a moment but still shook his head.

"Think again, think again. His intelligence was a bit different, like a child's."

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Yang Ji's forehead.

"His mother was sick, and he asked you to treat her."

When Yang Ji mentioned "mother," Doctor Zhou's expression changed, and he suddenly realized.

"Oh, you mean that child."

Doctor Zhou's eyes showed a hint of pity: "He was truly a filial son!..."

Doctor Zhou then slowly recounted the events. It turned out that when Yang Erniu came to invite him, it was already very late. He seemed to have taken a lot of detours.

His mother had severe pneumonia and bronchitis, which was unbearable for someone of her age. Fortunately, Yang Erniu had invited him in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Seeing that his family was poor and he was a filial son, Doctor Zhou decided to reduce his medical fees, allowing him to keep the money to improve his and his mother's life.

"I went to check on them again later, and his mother was basically cured. That child is indeed a filial son!..."

Doctor Zhou sighed.

"That's a relief."

Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "By the way, Doctor Zhou, do you remember his address?"

"Of course."

Doctor Zhou smiled, took a piece of paper, and wrote down Yang Erniu's address: "It's here."

He handed the paper to Yang Ji.

"Thank you."

Yang Ji took the paper and thanked him. Just as he was about to leave, something unexpected happened.

"Is Doctor Zhou here?"

With this clear voice, Yang Ji suddenly felt a blazing firelight in the darkness, a powerful and righteous blood qi, accompanied by the sound of a carriage, rapidly approaching and growing stronger.

"This aura... It can't be!"

Yang Ji's body trembled, and he looked at the door in disbelief.

This righteous and powerful blood qi was very familiar to him, and he had encountered it not long ago—Bai Cao Xing!

Swish!

The door curtain was pushed aside, and the handsome Li San Gongzi, with a menacing aura, entered with the steward of Bai Cao Xing.

"It's really them!"

Yang Ji was filled with doubt. He had come to see Doctor Zhou because he had thought of Yang Erniu after tracking the bandits. But what were these people doing here?

"Doctor Zhou, I believe you have received a letter from my master. Our Li family's disciples were ambushed by bandits near Yunya Peak and were severely injured. We specially want to invite Doctor Zhou to our Li family clan to treat them."

The steward of Bai Cao Xing bowed and said.

"I've said it before. I don't want to leave here. Moreover, treating internal injuries from martial arts is complicated and can't be cured in a short time. I can't abandon my work here for you."

Doctor Zhou frowned and refused without hesitation.

He had been practicing medicine in this small house for many years, helping ordinary people, and was long accustomed to it. He was unwilling to move to a distant place.

"Doctor Zhou, rest assured. Our Li family clan will not treat you unfairly. If you agree to come, we will reward you handsomely."

The steward of Bai Cao Xing said.

"Ha ha, I'm an old man. I have no children, what do I need so much gold and silver for?"

Doctor Zhou laughed.

Yang Ji listened for a while and realized that this was also related to the bandits. He had just visited Bai Cao Xing at night and did not want to have too much interaction with the Li family clan. He lifted his robe and walked out.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Li San Gongzi spoke, his midnight-black eyes flashing with a sharp light:

"This person... seems very familiar!"

This sudden exclamation was like a bolt of lightning striking Yang Ji.

"!!!"

Yang Ji's body trembled violently, and his back, facing the two men, seemed to see a ghost.

He thought he had been very careful this time, but he had been recognized twice tonight. Once by a bandit named Zhao Wu, and now by Li San Gongzi.

None of these people were easy to deal with.

"Sir, you must be mistaken. I don't remember ever meeting you."

Yang Ji regained his composure and said calmly.

"Oh, strange. I saw someone at Bai Cao Xing tonight who looked very much like you. He was wearing night clothes, though."

Li Chen, with his hands behind his back, looked at Yang Ji and smiled faintly, but his eyes were sharp and piercing, without a trace of a smile:

"It's so late, what brings you here, brother?"

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the room changed, becoming tense. Even the most dull person could tell that Li San Gongzi was not just making small talk. The steward of Bai Cao Xing's gaze became cold and stern, knowing what his master's words meant.

Bai Cao Xing had been attacked by bandits tonight. If Yang Ji had really appeared at Bai Cao Xing in night clothes, he would undoubtedly be considered one of the bandits.

"This is troublesome."

Yang Ji had not expected Li San Gongzi's eyes to be so sharp. In such a chaotic situation, he was hidden in the darkness, yet he was still noticed and remembered.

The situation now was that one of the "Three Heroes of Pingchuan" was suspicious of him.

Bai Cao Xing had just had an incident, and at this late hour, he was not sleeping in the Yang family clan but appeared at the edge of this remote part of the city, which was indeed suspicious.

Yang Ji had followed the bandits on a whim and had never thought about dealing with the Li family clan. Now, being mistaken for one of the bandits was a great injustice.

"Ha! Sir, are you suspecting me?"

Yang Ji laughed coldly and said directly.

He was not afraid of Li Chen's misidentification. After all, it was just a guess. Li Chen had never seen his true face, and even if he noticed some clues, it would be useless.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, Doctor Zhou suddenly spoke.

"Third Young Master, I think you might be mistaken. This young man, Yang, once helped a man named Yang Erniu. He came here to ask about this matter."

Doctor Zhou said.

His words immediately eased the tension in the room. Li Chen and the steward of Bai Cao Xing's gazes were no longer as aggressive.

Doctor Zhou was an outsider, uninvolved with either side. He had a good reputation and would not lie about this matter.

[There are no more drafts, uh, it might take some time to resume posting at 11 PM and 8 AM.]

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