Chapter 842: Chapter 842

Liu Liguo harms others without benefiting himself; in order to infect Xu Yiman with the virus, he actually bit her. His father even exuded a sense of superiority, and now he's saying he's giving me the chance to treat Liu Liguo.

"What if I don't?" Ding Fan said indifferently.

"Then don't blame me for not being nice." There was a hint of darkness in Liu Ming's voice.

"Then please feel free." Without another word, Ding Fan immediately left the tent with Xu Yiman in his arms, leaving Liu Ming and his men behind.

"Ding Fan, you will regret this."

Ding Fan's departure was echoed by the sound of Liu Ming's voice.

As if he hadn't heard a thing, Ding Fan just walked away with Huang Can.

"Dad, you must deal with this kid properly, we can't just let them off easily," Liu Liguo said at this moment, sobbing and weeping.

"Rest assured, if we just let him go , how could the Liu Family from Yanjing stand firm in Yanjing?"

"District Chief Liu..." Guo Youliang, who had been silent until now, stood out and spoke.

Liu Ming turned his head and glanced at Guo Youliang, signaling him to continue.

"District Chief Liu, no one but Ding Fan can treat this disease..."

Guo Youliang had not finished speaking before Liu Ming snorted coldly. "Only he can treat it? Huaxia Country has not run out of talented people. Since he can treat it, then others can too." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Guo Youliang wanted to say more, but at that moment Liu Ming had already stopped talking to him. He turned to a nearby military doctor and said, "Call over your person in charge here."

The military doctor, seeing Liu Ming's imposing manner, didn't dare to offend and quickly sprinted off to find the leader of the hospital.

Before long, the dean of the temporary hospital had been brought over.

The hospital leader who came was called Ma He, with the rank of Major.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" The hospital leader, seeing the visitor's imposing presence, was very polite.

"I am the District Chief of the Western District of Yanjing, Liu Ming." Li Ming lifted his chin slightly.

Ma He's eyes brightened.

Although he was now in the military, he was well aware of the affairs of the local government.

Yanjing was a significant place, being Huaxia Country's imperial capital. Anyone who could manage a piece of land under the emperor's feet was not an ordinary person.

Normally, it was known in official circles that a district chief of the capital was equivalent to the mayor of a prefecture-level city outside...

Although Ma He was in the military now, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't have to take a post locally in the future. If he could establish a good relationship today, it might be a help later...

"District Chief Liu, hello, may I know what brings you here?" Ma He's attitude was very respectful.

"This is my son, currently an infected patient with the Black Death. I need you to assign your best doctor to treat him," Liu Ming said seriously.

Ma He looked troubled. "District Chief Liu, we really don't have a solution for your son's condition."

Ma He wasn't lying. They hadn't even figured out the structural diagram of the mutated Black Death virus yet; they truly had no solution.

"But, I've heard that there have been at least several cases that have been completely cured," Liu Ming spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"District Chief Liu, please don't get angry. Those few cases were all treated by Team Leader Ding. We really can't do it," Ma He honestly said.

Liu Ming glanced at Ma He, who seemed indeed not to be lying. For a moment, his frown deepened.

"District Chief Liu, we still haven't figured out the spread and infection methods of this disease. We truly cannot treat it right now. But I believe, if you're willing to personally appeal to Team Leader Ding, he will definitely agree to treat your son," Ma He said.

In Ma He's view, since Liu Ming was, after all, the District Chief of Yanjing, his social status was considerable. Ding Fan wasn't a fool. Since it was all about healing the sick, why wouldn't he seize the opportunity to save someone and form a connection with an influential person?

Upon hearing "Team Leader Ding," Liu Ming's brows furrowed tightly.

Originally, he wanted someone else to cure his son. Since someone had been cured before, it meant that others could do it too, especially with so many doctors here.

In Liu Ming's view, it was certain they could find at least one capable person among them.

But now even the hospital dean says they can't treat it...

"District Chief Liu, I think we should go and have a few words with Ding Fan to see if he can be gracious enough to save Liu Liguo..." Guo Youliang suggested from the side.

Liu Ming glared fiercely at Guo Youliang, who, upon seeing the district chief's sharp gaze, didn't dare to say any more.

Liu Ming had just been confronted by Ding Fan and hadn't even settled things with him yet. Now he was supposed to go and plead humbly?!

After pondering for a moment, Liu Ming then said, "I just don't believe that in this world, no one but that Ding Fan can cure it!"

Liu Ming said this while taking out his phone. "Henry, this is Liu Ming. Please immediately contact the leading infectious disease experts in Europe..."

Guo Youliang understood how Liu Ming thought and heaved a silent sigh.

If they had approached Ding Fan earlier with decency, setting aside the district chief's pride and introducing themselves, the chances of success would have definitely been much higher.

Now look what's happened. The affair has been botched by them, and Liu Ming, after all, being a district chief, wouldn't want to lose face by speaking humbly to Ding Fan in front of so many people.

This is what you get from acting high and mighty...

After arriving at his own tent with Xu Yiman in his arms, Ding Fan didn't dare delay for a moment; he applied the Golden Needle Technique and then used True Qi to force the virus out of her body...

All of this took up an entire afternoon to complete.

In the past two days, Ding Fan expended a massive amount of True Qi to detoxify others, and now he really had reached his limit.

Just as Ding Fan was preparing to sit cross-legged and cultivate, Sun Qi indeed came looking for him.

"Mmm, come in and take a seat," Ding Fan said to Sun Qi.

Sun Qi walked respectfully to the opposite side of Ding Fan and then took a seat.

"How's the matter with the white lotus going?" At this moment, Ding Fan was still concerned about the preparation of the medicine to counteract the poison.

"If nothing goes wrong, it should be refined within three days," said Sun Qi.

Ding Fan nodded. Although Sun Qi was not yet able to refine Pills of the Second Grade or higher, he had a profound understanding of medicinal properties. He could concoct a Pill to counteract the epidemic based on their properties, which was not a big deal for Sun Qi.

"Today I will teach you how to control the flame," Ding Fan said.

The flame plays a significant role in Alchemy, and now that Ding Fan was imparting the technique of controlling fire, it would be immensely helpful for the next step of refining the Pills against the virus.

Seeing that Ding Fan had something to teach, Sun Qi immediately listened with full concentration.

What Ding Fan primarily discussed was how to control the flames with Inner Strength. He spoke earnestly, and Sun Qi, who was listening attentively at the side, roughly understood after Ding Fan had demonstrated a few times.

Then, Sun Qi began to cautiously manipulate the small flame inside Ding Fan's tent, while Ding Fan ingested a Fourth Grade Foundation Building Pill and sat cross-legged, starting to restore the True Qi within his body.

One of the main reasons why Ding Fan resorted to using Pills to recover his True Qi was because he had disrupted the Spirit Gathering Array at the bottom of the lake in the epidemic area.

It was inevitable that the person who set up this Great Formation would come within a day or two.

The comer's cultivation would definitely not be weak, managing to cause such a big scene; it was impossible that the opponent was merely ordinary. Therefore, there would inevitably be a tough battle ahead.

That's why Ding Fan urgently replenished the lost True Qi with Pills.

After swallowing the Pill, Ding Fan took about three hours to restore the True Qi in his body...

However, Ding Fan did not move from his spot; he just sat cross-legged, practicing his breathing.

Right after midnight, a dark shadow dashed straight into the epidemic area, and Ding Fan's Divine Sense firmly grasped the other party's movements.

Bear in mind, Ding Fan's Divine Sense could probe everything within twenty miles, so it was effortless for him to notice someone entering.

At this moment, Ding Fan immediately stood up.

Seeing Ding Fan stand up, Sun Qi at the side asked with some confusion, "You're going out so late?"

Ding Fan nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't tell anyone I went out, you just need to look after the house here."

Having witnessed Ding Fan's cultivation, Sun Qi didn't make unnecessary remarks, simply nodding his head earnestly.

After instructing what needed to be done, only then did Ding Fan's figure flicker, and he directly exited the tent.

Tonight happened to be a full moon, and the moon's afterglow shone down, making the night seem not dark at all. Even ordinary people could easily see the scenery within a dozen meters.

Ding Fan left the tent, his body flashed, and he disappeared directly from the tent's entrance.

Ding Fan's Divine Sense firmly locked onto the newcomer. After the person entered the epidemic area, as expected, they went to the side of the lake. From this detail, Ding Fan could already determine that the Spirit Gathering Array under the lake was set up by this person.

"To collect Death Energy, you actually don't hesitate to sacrifice so many lives, you deserve death..."

While the person stood by the lake, staring blankly into space, Ding Fan was already standing about a dozen meters behind them.

"Was it you who destroyed the Spirit Gathering Array under the lake?" The newcomer didn't seem surprised by Ding Fan's appearance, simply asking indifferently.

"It was me." Ding Fan did not hide the truth.

Only then did the person slowly turn around.

Under the veil of night, the person's eyes were emitting a chilling gleam, and a murderous aura burst forth from their body...

"You have Immortal Talismans? And you have two of them?" After discovering the secret of the Immortal Talismans on Ding Fan, the person's tone showed great astonishment.

"You actually know about the Immortal Talismans? Just who are you?"

Those who can feel the aura of Immortal Talismans are either from the Immortal Realm or have once possessed Immortal Talismans. Ding Fan didn't know which category the newcomer belonged to.

"Kid, I see you have good talent; entering the Immortal Sect would be your real downfall. Why not join our Ghost Sect instead… Hehehe…" The person said this and actually let out a strange laugh.

Ding Fan clearly remembered the Iron Piece he had obtained.

Encased within that Iron Piece was the Soul memory of Wen Yizhou from the Spirit Sect, who was harmed by the Ghost Sect back then. Could it be that the Ghost Sect that killed Wen Yizhou was the same as the one mentioned by the person before him?

"The Ghost Sect is just a bunch of petty villains; what qualifications do they have to resist the Immortal Sect?" Ding Fan deliberately said this.

The other party was proud, and there was a chance Ding Fan could lure out some information.

"Kid, it seems you're truly naive. Let me break it to you about a recent event, you know about the martial arts competition at Serpent Island, right?"

Ding Fan's eyes brightened. "What, related to you?"

The person smiled proudly. "Of course, who else could make the people of the Immortal Sect run with their tails between their legs..."