646: 635 646: 635 “All in all, the moment Song Yun’s hand gripped Qingluan’s, Song Yun knew everything clearly.
When Song Yun was at his sect, he had learned a thing or two.
At that time, the old man had forced Song Yun to bathe in medicinal herbs every day, and later made him memorize the ‘Green Satchel Scripture’ and the ‘Thousand Gold Formula.’ Therefore, he had achieved a small degree of proficiency in traditional Chinese medicine.
After he went abroad, he even met a master of Chinese medicine and learned quite a bit from him.
Qingluan’s palms were slightly sweaty, her whole body’s Qi-Blood seemed very deficient, and Song Yun knew that Qingluan had suffered internal injuries.
Why Qingluan would leave in the middle of the night and return with severe injuries, as well as how she herself had made it back home were things Song Yun could roughly guess the truth of.
‘I’ll grab some medicine later to help you recuperate,’ Song Yun whispered.
‘Mm, I’ll listen to you,’ Qingluan replied as her expression remained unchanged, still leaning calmly against Song Yun’s shoulder.
‘Sigh…
You probably know about what happened last night,’ Song Yun asked.
‘I know.’
‘Kunpeng injured you?’
‘Yes.’
A burst of killing intent suddenly flared in Song Yun’s eyes, but he quickly shook his head, ‘I can’t beat him right now.’
‘I can wait.
You’ll be able to beat him soon,’ Qingluan said with a sweet smile.
‘Haha, in that case, the day I defeat Kunpeng and make him sing his submission, you’ll have to marry me,’ Song Yun said with a laugh.
‘Hehe,’ Qingluan laughed.
‘Qingluan, what level has your Martial Arts reached now?’ Song Yun asked suddenly after a moment of silence.
‘I’m better than you,’ Qingluan said very seriously.
‘Pssh, I don’t believe it.
Anyway, I’ve grown a lot by now,’ Song Yun said, shaking his head in disbelief.
‘Last night, I crippled one of Kunpeng’s hands,’ Qingluan said indifferently.
Song Yun was completely shocked, as if struck by lightning.
‘You…
You’re saying you crippled one of Kunpeng’s hands???’ Song Yun asked in disbelief.
‘Mm, Kunpeng is left-handed, I could only cripple his right hand, but I also got injured, more severely than him,’ Qingluan’s face suddenly showed an unsatisfied look, ‘If it wasn’t for my failure to fully activate my potential, I wouldn’t have suffered such severe injuries.’
‘Then why aren’t you hurrying to the hospital?’ asked Song Yun anxiously.
‘No need, I have medicine here.
My master prepared it for me before,’ Qingluan said, smiling as she took out a small box from nearby, opening it to reveal a number of pill beads.
‘Are all these your sect’s trauma medicines?’ Song Yun picked one up to examine it; they looked no different from ordinary pill beads.
‘Yes, our Kunlun sect has, after all, been passed down for thousands of years, and is the foremost sect in pursuit of the Heavenly Dao.
Although these medicines won’t heal me immediately, they can speed up my body’s metabolism by dozens of times, much more effective than going to the hospital,’ Qingluan replied.
‘Then is it because of this that I recovered today?’ asked Song Yun.
‘No, remember the medicine you drank last time after you saved Judge?
That was developed by your parents, the most top-tier medicine, with only two doses in the whole world.
Mr.
Song delivered them to you on their behalf, one S1 and one S2.
The one you drank last time was S2.’
‘What about S1?’
‘S1 is with me.
S2 has the same effect as S1, but your uncle and aunt added some uncertain factor into S2, said it was from some sort of ancient civilization research.
I don’t really understand.’
‘Ancient civilization?
Damn it, does that mean it could date back to the last epoch?
Drink the medicine and become omnipotent?’
‘It’s not that exaggerated.
No matter how good the medicine is, it’s just an object.
What’s most important is that you need to be strong yourself.
If your body can’t bear it, not to mention S2, even a regular fast recovery medicine could potentially break the genetic chains in your body.’
While they were having a lively chat, Song Yun’s phone rang again.
Song Yun was frustrated – he was finally alone with Qingluan, uncovered such a big secret, and was just about to deepen their understanding of one another to lay the groundwork for future development.
But the call interrupted everything, and he picked up the phone with annoyance.
‘Brother Yun, we found the Qilin,’ the voice of Wang Hu came from the other end.
Song Yun was stunned and then said, ‘I got it, I’ll come right over.’
After hanging up, Song Yun said to Qingluan, ‘I’ve got something to do, I need to step out.
You rest up.’
‘Okay, I will,’ Qingluan replied with a smile, ‘Be careful.’
‘Mm, by the way, with your injury being so serious, couldn’t I take advantage with a night raid?’ Song Yun joked as he was about to leave.
‘Hehe,’ Qingluan smiled faintly without a word.
Song Yun sighed in a somewhat deflated tone, ‘Alright, no more jokes, I’m off.’
‘Mm,’ Qingluan nodded and picked up a book to continue reading.
All the way there, Song Yun was pondering.
What should he do when he saw Qilin?
You were ambushed, injured, and my people saved you, and what do you know, your brother came and injured me.
Now I’m going over: is it for revenge, or revenge, or revenge?
Ah, it’s a real dilemma~ Shaking his head as the taillights swept out a strange arc.
‘Brother Hu, it’s him for sure, right?’ In the private hospital of the Shura Alliance, Brother Xiezi looked at Wang Hu with some apprehension.
‘It should be,’ Wang Hu peered through the window; Qilin was lying on the bed, lost in thought.
At that moment, Song Yun appeared in everyone’s sight.
‘Brother Yun,’ Wang Hu greeted.
Song Yun nodded and looked at Brother Xiezi in surprise, ‘Isn’t this Xiezi?’
‘It was this guy who found him,’ Wang Hu explained from the side.
‘Oh?
Tell me, how did you discover him?’ Song Yun asked.
‘Well, I was playing in the suburbs the other day, and he himself crawled onto my car.
I didn’t notice until I got home.
We always remember Brother Hu’s teachings, to be ruffians with morality, ideals, and quality.
So I helped out and brought him to this hospital.
Just yesterday afternoon, Brother Hu asked us to keep an eye out for such a guy, and I thought it might be him, but wasn’t sure, so I came back to check and called Brother Wang Hu today,’ Xiezi said humbly, bowing his head with respect.
‘You mean you found him the other day and only told Wang Hu today?’ Song Yun asked in surprise.
‘Yeah.
What’s wrong, Brother Yun?’ Xiezi asked curiously.
‘Nothing,’ Song Yun rubbed his head.
If Xiezi had told Wang Hu yesterday, he might not have confronted Kunpeng.
But after all, he was the one who found him, so Song Yun didn’t say much.
‘Xiezi, you’ve done well this time.
Wang Hu, you know what to do, right?’ Song Yun turned to Wang Hu.