"Grandpa, where are we going?"
Gu Zichen, sitting behind Wan Yunting's car, turned to look at his grandfather, Gu Shiren, beside him. He was confused as to why his grandfather had suddenly changed his mind after a brief private conversation with the driver.
"Don't ask so many questions."
Gu Shiren glared at his youngest grandson, Gu Zichen, and then looked at Wan Yunting, who was driving, saying, "Are you currently a doctor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at Southern Hospital?"
Wan Yunting, driving the car, had been keeping an eye on the BMW sedan driven by Dong Yuanlang, which was closely pursuing them. He nodded in response to Gu Shiren sitting behind him, "Yes, I also teach Traditional Chinese Medicine at Xingyao Elementary School."
Gu Shiren nodded. Suddenly, the car jolted as Wan Yunting accelerated. He wanted to shake off Dong Yuanlang, who was trailing behind. "Mr. Gu, hold on tight. I'm going to lose that disciple of Weng Dehai behind us."
"Alright."
Gu Shiren instinctively grabbed the handrail. Wan Yunting made a sharp turn, changing lanes, and drastically increased his speed, weaving through heavy traffic.
Meanwhile, Dong Yuanlang, who was in hot pursuit, grit his teeth and also sped up upon seeing Wan Yunting accelerate. However, due to his inferior driving skills, he couldn't maneuver through the dense traffic as freely as Wan Yunting.
"Damn it, can't you drive?"
As expected, after a short pursuit, Dong Yuanlang's car scraped against a Mercedes-Benz sedan due to a mistimed turn. The young driver of the Mercedes, enraged, rolled down his window and shouted at Dong Yuanlang, "Stop the car, damn it, hurry up..."
Dong Yuanlang was eventually forced to stop by the Mercedes-Benz. He got out of his car and watched Wan Yunting's car disappear into the traffic. In his fury, he cursed, "Shit..."
"Who the hell are you cursing at? You hit me, and you're still swearing!" The owner of the Mercedes, a young man, pointed at Dong Yuanlang's nose and yelled.
"What if I curse at you? It's just about paying money, and I'm not short on cash."
Having lost Wan Yunting, Dong Yuanlang was filled with rage. If not for this Mercedes owner, he might have shown his true skills and caught up.
"Holy cow, you little punk, I don't want your money. I'm gonna beat you up first..."
The young Mercedes owner lost his temper, threw a punch, and knocked Dong Yuanlang to the ground. Then, he got on top of him and proceeded to beat him up severely.
Seeing that he had lost Dong Yuanlang, Wan Yunting gradually slowed down and drove steadily towards the outskirts of the city.
Half an hour later, Wan Yunting stopped his car at the entrance of the cemetery outside the city. He then went to a small shop next to the entrance that sold incense and flowers, bought some, and then led Gu Shiren and his grandson into the cemetery.
"Are we almost there?"
After climbing for five minutes, Gu Shiren asked, his breath and face showing no signs of exertion.
"It's just ahead."
Wan Yunting pointed towards the location of his master's grave. Gu Shiren then turned to his grandson, who was supporting him, and said, "Zichen, you wait here for us. You don't need to go up."
Gu Zichen was stunned and asked with much confusion, "Grandpa, why?"
"Why ask so many questions? If I tell you to stay, then stay."
Gu Shiren glanced at him with his aged eyes and then waved to Wan Yunting, saying, "Let's continue."
"Alright, I'll help you..."
Wan Yunting nodded and went to help Gu Shiren, but he waved his hand, "It's fine. I can still climb this small hill. Let's go."
Wan Yunting was taken aback, then smiled and nodded, inwardly marveling at the old man's profound martial arts cultivation.
Finally, they arrived at the grave of his master, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint. Upon seeing the inscription "Tomb of Gongsun Xiuliang" on the tombstone, Gu Shiren's old eyes immediately turned red. His frail body trembled slightly as he knelt before the tombstone, crying with grief, "Mr. Gongsun, I, Gu Shiren, have come to see you. How could you have left like this..."
Watching Gu Shiren kneeling before his master's tombstone, tears streaming down his face, Wan Yunting first lit the incense and candles he had bought and placed them before the tombstone of his parents next door. He then said, "My master passed away on the afternoon of the tenth of this month. He passed away peacefully. His only regret was that his dying wish was unfulfilled!"
Hearing this, Gu Shiren turned, his red, aged eyes fixed on Wan Yunting, and asked tremblingly, "As Mr. Gongsun's direct disciple, did he tell you anything?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting stood up from before his parents' tombstone, turned to look at Gu Shiren, and then calmly looked at his master's tombstone with determined eyes, saying firmly, "I will fulfill his dying wish!"
Gu Shiren stood up, walked two steps closer to Wan Yunting, his emotions surging, his aged face trembling slightly. He glared and asked, "Tell me, was it Sima Boyong who framed Mr. Gongsun back then?"
Wan Yunting walked around Gu Shiren, knelt before his master's tombstone, lit the incense and candles, and inserted them. He said, "Mr. Gu, I know you had a relationship with my master, but my master instructed me that some things are only for me to know. Until the moment comes, I will not tell anyone!"
These words left Gu Shiren stunned, staring blankly at Wan Yunting, who was kneeling there. After replacing the old incense and candles, he looked at his master's tombstone, then rose and turned to Gu Shiren with a smile, "Mr. Gu, I don't ask for your help. I am already very grateful that you changed your mind today and do not oppose the establishment of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association by Elder Gu. As for my master's affairs, you don't need to worry. I will complete them for him!"
Gu Shiren frowned tightly, looking at the extraordinary, composed young man before him. He understood that given Mr. Gongsun's character, accepting him as a direct disciple must mean he possessed extraordinary qualities.
"If you don't say it, I've actually already guessed it."
Gu Shiren sighed and walked to Gongsun Xiuliang's tombstone, saying, "Mr. Gongsun, no matter how Sima Boyong framed you back then, I, Gu Shiren, will definitely seek justice for you and restore your innocence!"
Wan Yunting, standing beside them, remained silent, watching Gu Shiren weep and laugh alternately before his master's tombstone, reminiscing about their experiences adventuring in Xi'an.
It turned out that Gu Shiren was then just a twenty-three-year-old youth, while Gongsun Xiuliang was already a renowned doctor in the capital. They traveled together to impoverished areas like Xi'an to treat the local villagers for free.
Gu Shiren's medical skills were largely learned from Gongsun Xiuliang, including the effectiveness of his "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate."
At that time, people were suffering from harsh living conditions after the country's founding. Some, lacking food, had gone mad and suffered unimaginable mental torment.
The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate were remarkably effective in treating mental disorders like madness, and Gongsun Xiuliang had saved countless lives back then.
"Your master truly saved many people back then."
Gu Shiren sat at the tombstone and, while also kneeling on the ground, recounted his and Gongsun Xiuliang's deeds to Wan Yunting. Recalling those times, Gu Shiren felt as if it were just yesterday, and he couldn't help but smile, "I remember we were in a small county called Peixian. Due to the harsh living conditions, many people had gone mad from hunger, even wanting to kill and eat others!"
"At that time, your master rushed forward without regard for his own safety to snatch the cleaver from that person's hand. As a result, he was cut on the shoulder. However, your master not only didn't blame him but also treated the person and gave him his own rations to eat..."
Thinking of this, Gu Shiren's eyes involuntarily revealed admiration, and he said to Wan Yunting, "Your master was a true saint!"
"To treat people, he sought no wealth or power. He worked diligently, dedicating everything to his patients, embodying the phrase 'healing the world' to its fullest extent, and earning the respect of thousands..."
Wan Yunting listened attentively. Although his master had told him a lot in prison, he had never shared these experiences with Gu Shiren.
Seeing Elder Gu's heartfelt admiration for his master, Wan Yunting also felt deep respect for his master, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint.
The reason he revealed his identity today and brought Gu Shiren to his master's grave was because the Ghost Hand Medical Saint had told him during his lifetime that Gu Shiren was trustworthy!