Chapter 4

"Sure, no problem."

Du Zhong immediately agreed.

"Yay!"

Du Yuhuo jumped up in joy, but then suddenly remembered something and her face fell. "I can't learn it anymore. I have my last day of internship at the hospital tomorrow, and I have to go back to school the day after. I don't have time to learn from you."

"It's fine. I'll teach you whenever you have time."

"Great!"

Du Yuhuo said happily.

Together with his younger sister, Du Zhong thoroughly cleaned the Du family ancestral hall, spending the afternoon in laughter and joy.

By evening, Du Zhong saw his younger sister off and returned to the ancestral hall alone.

He wasn't sure if the developer would have the nerve to come back, but tonight he was going to make sure they didn't dare to return!

Even if they had the nerve, no one would dare to take on the job!

Tonight, he was going to sweep all the underground forces in the area.

But before that, he needed to call his grandfather and tell him that he had inherited the legacy.

"Did you really inherit it?"

The sound of a teacup breaking came from the other end of the phone, and Du Zhong's grandfather asked with a trembling voice.

Du Zhong could imagine how excited his grandfather, the head of the Du family, must be.

Five hundred years! The Du family had been praying and hoping for five hundred years, and finally, someone had inherited the legacy again!

"Good! Good! Good!"

After getting the confirmation, Du Zhong's grandfather said three "goods" in excitement, his voice trembling with tears, clearly overwhelmed with joy.

After his grandfather calmed down, Du Zhong raised his concern. What if he could only diagnose spiritual illnesses and not physical ones, since he didn't know the traditional Chinese medicine techniques of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation?

Du Zhong's grandfather clearly hadn't anticipated this situation. The five-hundred-year gap had made even the head of the Du family forget what the legacy entailed.

In the past, the legacy holders didn't need to learn these techniques because they only needed to diagnose spiritual illnesses. Five hundred years ago, the people were simple and believed in this system, and diagnosing spiritual illnesses was openly accepted, even supported by the royal family. According to records, that's why he hadn't let Du Zhong learn modern Chinese medicine, fearing it might interfere with his spiritual roots.

But now, things were different. In today's society, no one believed in spiritual illnesses. Without the skills to diagnose physical illnesses, no one would trust him and would consider him a lunatic.

After a moment of silence, Du Zhong's grandfather said, "It's not too late for you to learn now, but you need to find a good master. No one in the Du family can meet your requirements; their medical skills are average. I remember there's a famous traditional Chinese medicine master, Qin Kai Ming, in Kaiyuan City. He's eighty years old and his medical skills are beyond even my reach. If you can find him, it would be best to become his disciple."

"I'll give it a try," Du Zhong agreed.

At his grandfather's request, Du Zhong decided to keep the secret of the ancient medical techniques of the Du family, a secret only the head of the family could know, and he was the undisputed next head of the Du family.

As for his father, in his grandfather's eyes, he was just an outsider!

After hanging up the phone, Du Zhong took a deep breath, looked up at the starry sky, and wondered where the elusive traditional Chinese medicine master Qin Kai Yuan was. Perhaps he had a way to cure Tang Yuan, and then he wouldn't have to wait until he was fully trained to save him.

Every day that Tang Yuan could wake up earlier was a day gained.

Thinking of Tang Yuan, Du Zhong thought of his comrades who had been injured and disabled, forced to retire. Some had their legs blown off, others had their eyes blinded by toxic fumes. These once strong and powerful comrades were now reduced to lying in bed, unable to do anything.

They had families and children, and the disability benefits were not enough to support their families.

So, he sent all his retirement money to the families of his former comrades, as the only one who had retired normally, he felt it was his duty to help them.

At least financially.

But now he didn't have the ability to do more, but with the inheritance, he was confident he would have that ability in the future.

"Brothers, wait for me!"

Du Zhong tightened his jacket and strode out, with more important things to do tonight.

...

"Damn it! Can't even handle a small matter! You said there was nothing you couldn't handle!"

The real estate developer, Huang Mingjin, slammed his hand on the table, angrily staring at the man with a cast on his arm, who was the leader beaten up by Du Zhong in the afternoon.

"Boss Huang, it's not that we didn't try, but the other side is just too strong! You saw my injuries; I was taken down in one move. I've never seen anyone so powerful."

Thinking about how he couldn't even fight back and how all his men were beaten, he was still shaken. That young guy was like a demon.

Huang Mingjin sneered at the man, mocking him. "Zhang Han, one person beat all of you with bare hands? Are you trying to fool a child? Who knows if your injuries are from a fight with another gang? If you want to raise the price, fine, but don't use a lie that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe to fool me!"

Huang Mingjin, at forty-five, had seen many storms and had dealt with these thugs many times. He could see through this trick easily.

But this time, he was wrong.

"Boss Huang, if you talk to me like this, my men and I have bled and sweated for you, and now that we're injured, we come to you for help, and you treat us like this. I, Zhang Han, am a man of principles. We won't do this job anymore. You find someone else."

Zhang Han said angrily.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Zhang Han frowned and answered the call. Hearing the news, his expression changed dramatically, and he was completely shocked.

"What happened?"

Huang Mingjin frowned and asked.

"Ha ha."

Zhang Han hung up the phone, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "You won't find anyone else. That guy swept all the gangs in the development area tonight."

"Who? Who is that guy?" Huang Mingjin was still confused.

"Who? The one who beat me up! Do you know? Just now, all the gangs in the development area were swept by him, and he did it all by himself! Damn, just him!"

Zhang Han suddenly became agitated and shouted.

"What?"

Huang Mingjin was stunned. He never thought the lie that couldn't fool a child was actually true!

"Boss Huang, you've picked the wrong fight. I, Zhang Han, admit I can't handle this. I think after tonight, no one will dare to get involved. Goodbye!"

Zhang Han turned and left without hesitation.

"Wait..."

Just as Huang Mingjin was panicking and trying to stop him, Zhang Han suddenly stopped and turned around. "One last thing, that young man said, anyone who touches his family's ancestral hall, he will take their life!" With that, he left.

"Ah!"

Huang Mingjin was completely panicked. He had never seen such a ruthless person, taking on all the underground forces alone. He was just a legitimate businessman who used some underhanded means, but he couldn't handle matters involving life and death.

"Stop the demolition in the development area!"

Huang Mingjin immediately called and gave a loud order.

After that, he still felt it wasn't enough and had someone deliver an invitation to Du Zhong.

...

Du Zhong stood in the courtyard of the Du family ancestral hall, feeling refreshed after the intense battles that had released all his pent-up fighting spirit.

"Shouldn't come back now, right?"

Du Zhong chuckled, his gaze falling on the red, gold-edged invitation that had been solemnly delivered to him.

He quickly read the invitation, which invited him to a dinner at the largest hotel in Kaiyuan City, the Zunhuang Grand Hotel, in three days.

"Invited to dinner? Can't refuse a free meal."

Du Zhong wasn't afraid of a trap. He had faced gun battles before; what was a trap?

He put away the invitation and sat down to meditate in the ancestral hall, determined not to miss any opportunity to train his mental strength.

The next morning, Du Zhong stood up refreshed, did some light exercise in the ancestral hall, and then went out for breakfast. As he walked around, he noticed that all construction had stopped. Clearly, the other side didn't dare to act rashly, at least not before the dinner.

Feeling relieved, Du Zhong returned to the ancestral hall. He had just sat down to meditate when his phone rang.

It was his younger sister.

"Having family care for you is great," Du Zhong said happily.

It was nine in the morning, and she was definitely calling to check on him.

"Little..." He hadn't finished speaking when Du Yuhuo's crying voice came from the other end. "Second Brother, I'm surrounded by people, come and save me!"

"What happened? Where are you?"

Du Zhong stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with intense anger.

"I'm on the 9th floor of the Qilu University of Traditional Chinese Medicine Affiliated Hospital. I'm surrounded by the patient's family. They say we killed their family member and want an explanation. A doctor was already beaten, and they are many, and they are saying terrible things. Second Brother, I'm scared, please come quickly." Du Yuhuo's voice was filled with fear and tears.

"Right away!"

Du Zhong's eyes burned with even more intense anger. Anyone who dared to harm his younger sister was asking for death!

He took a taxi and rushed to the Qilu University of Traditional Chinese Medicine Affiliated Hospital.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital entrance, he saw a large white banner with red letters hanging across the entrance, very eye-catching.

"Medical malpractice led to the death of an elderly man, give me back my father!"

Du Zhong, who had seen many life and death situations, glanced at it briefly and hurried to the 9th floor of the hospital.

First, he needed to ensure his younger sister's safety. If she was at fault, he would take responsibility.

As he stepped out of the 9th floor elevator, Du Zhong was stunned by the scene before him.

The entire 9th floor corridor was filled with wreaths, and the remaining space was occupied by family members in white mourning clothes. The noise, curses, and cries were deafening.

At the entrance to the doctor's office, a hospital bed with a patient's body was blocking the way, and family members were gathered around, wailing in despair.

Not far from the bed, a young doctor, covered in blood, was slumped on the ground, and several nurses, with tear-streaked faces, were panicking around him.

Du Yuhuo was among them.

"Blood for blood, life for life!"

A middle-aged man in mourning clothes pointed angrily at the doctor on the ground.

"My father was fine when he came in this morning, but he suddenly died in just half a day. If you don't give us an explanation, this won't be over today!"

"Right! If we don't get an explanation today, your hospital won't be able to operate!"

...

The family members were furious, as if they wanted to tear the entire hospital apart.

"The old man wasn't killed by us. We hadn't even given him any medication when he died. What does this have to do with us?"

Du Yuhuo wiped away her tears, feeling wronged.