Chapter 3

Du Zhong would never forget the scene from a month ago, the last mission before his discharge, when his close comrade Tang Yuan used his body to shield him from a fatal bullet. Even as he fell, Tang Yuan was still smiling at him, as if saying, "Brother, go home safely, have a good journey."

In a rage, he killed all the enemies. Although the enemies were dead, Tang Yuan became a vegetative state. No medical method could wake him up. Without a miracle, the man who once struck fear into the hearts of enemies would lie like a dead man on the bed for the rest of his life.

Du Zhong didn't believe in miracles; he only believed in himself. So he refused all the persuasion from his superiors and resolutely retired, returning home to inherit medical skills and find a way to wake Tang Yuan.

And now, hope was within reach.

Du Zhong closed his eyes and quietly absorbed the information in his mind. Three minutes later, his eyes snapped open, filled with complex emotions.

Tang Yuan's condition could be treated!

But it couldn't be treated...

The ancient medical techniques were indeed miraculous. There was a method to treat the condition, but it required the most precise understanding of the illness. Even a slight error could lead to a significant mistake, possibly worsening the condition.

It was like he now had the keys to solve all diseases and knew exactly which key corresponded to which lock, but the inheritance didn't give him the ability to find and solve the lock. This meant he had to start learning medical skills from scratch, learning the diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—to understand the condition precisely.

"Having the keys, I'm not afraid of not finding the lock."

Du Zhong's eyes were filled with intense confidence as he gazed into the distance, silently cursing, "Tang Yuan, you little slacker, take a break for now, I'll come and wake you up!"

While organizing the inherited memories, Du Zhong discovered a term called "virtual disease."

In ancient Chinese medicine, diseases were divided into real diseases and virtual diseases. Real diseases could be treated with medicine, acupuncture, etc. However, virtual diseases could only be treated with special methods from ancient medical techniques, such as talismans, hand seals, and incantations. Virtual diseases were caused by the invasion of evil, gloomy, and turbid qi. If a person lacked virtue and often did immoral things, their righteous qi would be insufficient, and the evil qi from the universe would naturally enter their body, causing a virtual disease.

Ancient medical techniques could treat real diseases but couldn't diagnose them. However, they could not only treat virtual diseases but also diagnose their causes.

All of this was because of the Virtue Eye!

"Virtue Eye, open!"

Du Zhong perfectly fused his essence, energy, and spirit, focusing his consciousness between his eyebrows. He felt as if an eye was slowly awakening, a very peculiar sensation.

The world before him underwent some subtle changes.

"Is this the Virtue Eye that can see the bad deeds a person has done?"

Du Zhong curiously experienced the world, which was now so clear and harmonious. It seemed as if the entire world was filled with peace and warmth, with no darkness or gloom.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and the Virtue Eye instantly disappeared. The world before him returned to its original state, and his face turned pale.

"This thing really consumes mental energy. I need to train my mental strength!"

Du Zhong smiled bitterly.

With his powerful mental strength as a king of soldiers, he could only maintain the Virtue Eye for a brief ten seconds. It was clear that ordinary people might not even be able to open it.

Fortunately, the inheritance included methods to train mental strength: one was to constantly challenge the limits of the body and mind, and the other was to meditate. With more practice, he could steadily improve his mental strength.

After a general review of the inherited content, the hand seals, incantations, and talisman drawing methods were clearly imprinted in his mind, so he didn't need to memorize them again.

After reviewing, Du Zhong opened his eyes, stood solemnly before the memorial tablet, raised his right hand solemnly, and swore:

"Du Zhong, the 89th generation descendant of the Du family, today has the honor of inheriting the medical skills of our ancestors. I will not let our ancestors down and will promote the true medical skills of the Du family. If I violate this oath, may I be struck by lightning!"

After speaking, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Nine loud bows, shaking the earth.

After the ancestral worship, the former king of soldiers, Du Zhong, officially returned to the city, and the future was in his hands.

"Ah! What are you doing?" A scream from a little sister outside interrupted the silence in the ancestral hall.

Du Zhong suddenly stood up, frowned, and walked out. When he reached the courtyard, his frown deepened.

A group of thugs with iron bars, iron sticks, and various tools were standing in the courtyard, and the yellow-haired thug he had beaten earlier was among them.

Seeing her brother come out, Du Yuhuo quickly ran and hid behind Du Zhong.

Seeing Du Zhong come out, the yellow-haired thug, recalling the terrifying experience, subconsciously took a step back. But thinking of the many brothers behind him, he immediately regained his courage.

"Brother, it's this guy! Not only is he in the way, but he also said that if we come back, he'll break our legs!"

The yellow-haired thug pointed at Du Zhong and said to a large man in front of him, who was wearing a black tank top, a gold chain around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, and a dragon tattoo on his exposed skin.

The large man took a few hard puffs on his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it, looking at Du Zhong with a blank expression.

Seeing no panic on Du Zhong's face, the large man sneered and said, "Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

"Not as arrogant as you. I wouldn't dare to get a shrimp tattoo on my body!"

Du Zhong said calmly.

Shrimp...

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

Du Yuhuo burst out laughing, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the large man's tattoo, her laughter growing louder.

The large man's face turned ugly, and he angrily said, "Kid, don't be so arrogant. You have two choices: either take 200,000 and get lost, or I'll have you carried out of here today!"

The thugs around him tightened their grip on their weapons, ready to attack Du Zhong at any moment.

"Ten seconds, choose!"

Du Zhong sneered, his eyes filled with a cold, icy look. If he hadn't returned in time, he couldn't imagine what kind of harm his little sister would have suffered.

Thinking of this, his look at the group in front of him became even more hostile, and his tone even colder.

"Ten seconds, disappear from my sight, or I'll make you all crawl out!"

Instantly, the entire courtyard fell silent.

The next moment, everyone burst into laughter, looking at Du Zhong as if he were an idiot.

"Haha, kid, who do you think you are? One person against twenty of us? Are you crazy?"

"Didn't expect to run into a fool! Kid, listen to our boss and get lost, or you'll regret it!"

...

Seeing the group's mockery, Du Yuhuo's grip on Du Zhong's arm tightened, and her body leaned further behind him.

Feeling his little sister's unease, Du Zhong smiled and patted Du Yuhuo's hand, then removed her hand.

"Ten seconds, up!"

Du Zhong smiled and took a step forward. His entire spirit and energy transformed with this step, becoming incredibly sharp.

He seemed to return to the familiar battlefield, and the people in front of him were his enemies!

Enemies who could take his life!

Enemies who could take his teammates' lives!

Enemies who could harm the country's interests!

With enemies, either capture or kill!

"What?"

Everyone was stunned by Du Zhong's inexplicable words, but in that moment of confusion, Du Zhong launched his attack.

Capture the leader first!

Du Zhong's back foot instantly exerted force, and he moved close to the large man, punching his face.

The large man had never seen such a fierce person, but years of fighting experience made him instinctively block with his hand. At that moment, Du Zhong sneered, his fist turning into a palm, grabbing the large man's arm, and twisting it.

Crack.

One arm was broken!

Before the large man could even scream, Du Zhong's palm turned into a knife, striking the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious. The scream never left his throat, and he fell heavily to the ground, his mouth still open.

First one!

Du Zhong became a ghost, appearing next to the second person in the next second, kicking him in the stomach, sending him flying and falling to the ground, unable to get up.

Second one!

The others finally reacted.

"Kill him!"

They all roared and charged at Du Zhong.

"Come on!"

The blood that had been cold for over a month burned again in Du Zhong's body. At this moment, he was once again the invincible king of soldiers.

A thug swung an iron bar at Du Zhong with all his might.

Du Zhong dodged while delivering a whip kick, sending the thug flying.

Third one!

Four thugs swung their machetes in a frenzy, surrounding Du Zhong.

Du Zhong dodged one machete, striking the wrist of the attacker with a hand knife. The attacker screamed, his grip on the machete loosening. Du Zhong caught the falling machete, flicked his wrist, and performed a beautiful knife spin, knocking the other three machetes away with the back of the blade.

Flicking his wrist again, he struck the chests of the four with the flat of the blade.

With four screams, the four flew out, falling to the ground, clutching their chests, unable to get up.

Seventh one!

With a weapon in hand, Du Zhong exuded an even more fierce aura, like an ancient swordsman. Where his heart led, his blade followed, and his enemy fell!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

In less than thirty seconds, all twenty enemies were on the ground.

Including the yellow-haired thug, who was already regretting his decision, having been beaten twice in one day, he wished he were dead.

"I don't care who sent you. Go back and tell him that if he dares to touch our ancestral hall again, I'll take his life!"

Du Zhong said calmly, but the deep cold in his voice made everyone present shudder. No one doubted whether Du Zhong would follow through with his words; the killing intent in his voice was palpable.

"Get lost!"

"We'll definitely tell him, definitely tell him."

The twenty thugs, as if granted amnesty, looked at Du Zhong in fear, carrying their leader away in a panic.

Du Zhong watched them leave, feeling the intense fighting spirit in his body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Just now was just a warm-up; he hadn't even used his full strength.

But now, in the city, where could he have the chance to use his full strength?

"Wow! Big brother, you're so amazing, you were so cool just now!"

Du Yuhuo exclaimed, running over excitedly, looking at Du Zhong with a pleading look, and said, "Teach me, okay?"

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