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Pfft!
Shen Qiang, sitting against the wall, suddenly spurted nosebleed, startling the officer who had just arrived on the scene.
"You're badly hurt, hurry, we'll take you to the hospital."
Having regained consciousness, Shen Qiang got up. Although his nose was still bleeding and his shirt was soaked with blood, he felt not only mentally alert but also filled with a sense of power throughout his body.
"It's nothing, I am a doctor, it's just a nosebleed, not a big problem."
"Really?" The officer looked at Shen Qiang half-believingly and said, "Then tell us about the situation."
In an instant, Shen Qiang's face turned cold. Be it the Empress of the Immortal Realm or the inheritance of the Medical Saint, even Qingxuan with her snow-white skin, tall and toned figure, and shy and charming demeanor couldn't obscure a fact.
That fact was that Director Wang of the oncology department had someone to sabotage Shen Qiang.
Shen Qiang was aware of this.
But without evidence, it was unrealistic to expect, based merely on his own words, that the officers would trouble Director Wang.
Moreover, if Director Wang dared to do so, it certainly wasn't over.
Although Shen Qiang never sought trouble, he was never afraid of anyone either. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, was his way of dealing with the world.
So after a moment of silence, Shen Qiang smiled slightly and said, "Oh, I encountered robbers, there were four of them, three tall guys and one skinny one."
The officer took notes and asked, "What else? Do you recognize them?"
Shen Qiang shook his head and said, "I don't know them. You can investigate the details, but right now I am very tired, I need to go back and rest."
The officer nodded, "Okay, then leave your contact information, we'll reach out to you once we have any progress."
Shen Qiang gave them his phone number and place of work before leaving.
But as soon as he took a step, Shen Qiang immediately felt a snapping sound like popping beans in every bone of his body. Not only that, but the previously warm and comfortable sensation instantly turned into a searing and ripping pain.
It was as though his entire body was being torn apart by some unknown force.
Endure it!
Just hold on, home is very close.
Shen Qiang reminded himself.
But at that moment, every step he took made him tremble with an immense pain that burst forth from inside.
By the police car, the officer finished taking notes and got into the vehicle.
The officer at the wheel looked up and let out a surprised exclamation upon seeing Shen Qiang's figure illuminated by the headlights.
The passenger-side officer raised an eyebrow curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Strange... I feel like this robbery victim is getting taller with every step he takes."
"Impossible, you're just tired and seeing things. Once we're off duty, go home, cuddle your wife, and have a good sleep," the passenger-side officer said laughingly.
But before he could finish speaking, he too was stunned when he turned his gaze back to Shen Qiang's retreating figure and exclaimed in shock, "What the hell, how is that possible!"
Because in the narrow alleyway of the urban village, under the illumination of the car headlights, Shen Qiang, with each step he took, had his trousers rise by about 5 millimeters.
One step, two steps, it didn't look very noticeable.
But after a dozen steps, Shen Qiang's ankles were already exposed beneath his trouser cuffs.
What was more shocking for the two in the car was that this situation continued until Shen Qiang disappeared from the light of the headlights, at which point his trousers, which had originally covered his ankles, had become stylish capri pants!
He struggled back to his rented apartment.
Shen Qiang locked himself in the bathroom.
The severe tearing pain had ended, and the dirt from washing his marrow and purifying his sinews was washed away by the water, snaking its way down the drain.
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Looking at his own reflection in the mirror,
Shen Qiang's eyes were filled with surprise and shock!
His height had increased by at least fifteen centimeters! It could even have been twenty centimeters!
His body, once lacking in exercise and flabby, now showed not a trace of extra flesh.
The lines were smooth, yet his muscles were not overly bulky, giving him a well-proportioned, robust, and slender appearance that radiated masculine charm.
Not only that, the washing machine—usually immovable even when pushed—was effortlessly picked up by Shen Qiang with a mere hand, and its weight of around two hundred kilograms felt as light as a feather.
"Is this the result of 'cleansing the marrow and refining the veins'?"
Shen Qiang returned to his bedroom with eyes full of excitement, and after lying on the bed, he focused his mind back inside his head.
Qingxuan was currently sitting cross-legged and resting inside Shen Qiang's mind, as beautiful as a jade sculpture.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Qiang focused his attention on the Plague Seed that looked very much like an olive.
The seed was dark green and black, suspended in mid-air, apparently unremarkable.
So, Shen Qiang's attention turned to the Jade Scroll of the Medical Saint Inheritance.
Boom!
In an instant, powerful fluctuations turned Shen Qiang's brain blank.
Then, memories unfolded like a scroll, flooding into Shen Qiang's mind like a torrent, much like downloading movies.
Medical skills, acupuncture techniques, prescriptions, chants, True Qi massages, manipulative therapy, meridians, acupoints, poisons, the experience of practicing medicine, and a plethora of information about various rare diseases and exotic treasures were just the basics.
As the influx of information continued, the contents of the Medical Saint Inheritance became more extensive.
From simple Spiritual Medicine to the finest Immortal Pills, from Qi Cultivation and Nourishing Life to Ascension to the Immortal Realm.
From healing the sick and saving lives to killing thousands with a flick of a finger.
The variety of techniques and experiences was more than profound!
Besides, at the end of this influx of crazy information were three sets of mysterious Cultivation Techniques.
One was called the "Longevity Technique," which promised Immortal Path and eternal life if practiced.
The second was called "Mixed Arts," which contained various skills that seemed more like Talent cultivation, such as "Precision", "Power", "Wind Walk", "
And the third, the "Heavenly Eye" technique, was a bit strange. Its purpose was to determine the age, quality, and origin of medicinal materials, but the technique was incomplete.
The first level was named Observing the Micro.
The second level was named Insight.
The third level had only the title "Heavenly Eye."
This made Shen Qiang certain that the "Heavenly Eye" technique within the Medical Saint Inheritance was indeed incomplete.
What was even stranger was that once all this information had settled into Shen Qiang's mind, he was astonished to find that the entire inheritance contained no Divine Skills specifically designed for combat!
This was simply too weak!
But almost at the moment Shen Qiang thought this,
a fierce reprimand echoed from within the information of the Medical Saint Inheritance, and memories of a pale-faced man emerged.
"Silver Needles can save lives or take them! When used correctly, they're medicine; when misused, they're deadly poison! We, the Divine Doctors, are naturally also Poison Masters. Killing someone is as easy as turning one's hand!"
"Typhoid can annihilate a city with a snap of the fingers; cholera is unstoppable! Even the Nine Heavenly Immortals would not escape death in the face of my Devouring Immortal Poison!"