Xu Xiangbei went to the police station with Zhao Sicheng. This was his second ti taking a police car; the first ti was in Director Jiang’s car to the detention center.
This ti, he sat in Zhao Sicheng’s car, still in the passenger seat, but behind him, inside the iron cage, sat the two-hundred-pound Fatty Cui.
After Fatty Cui got in the car, it felt like the car sagged a bit. Director Zhao smiled wryly, "How can this guy be so heavy? Don’t let him damage my car."
Fatty Cui shrank to the back of the police car, trying to keep a distance from Xu Xiangbei, his face gloomy and silent. In his eyes, Xu Xiangbei was a monster.
The quieter Fatty Cui was, the more Xu Xiangbei liked to tease him, grinning mischievously, "Fatty Cui, as per our agreent, I knocked you down with one punch. Don’t forget your promise to , or I’ll visit you every day."
Fear was evident in Fatty Cui’s eyes. The pain inflicted by Xu Xiangbei was a hundred tis worse than being shocked with an electric baton. He murmured, "I won’t forget, as long as you stay away from ."
Xu Xiangbei sneered at Fatty Cui, "You’re really ungrateful. Aren’t you thinking of bringing you so cigarettes to smoke while you’re locked up?"
"No need, thanks."
At the West City Police Branch, Zhao Sicheng arranged for soone to take Xu Xiangbei’s statent and took photos of two enormous checks for evidence before returning them to him. He also gave him a little inside information.
"We’ve arrested the Eight Vajra. We’re preparing to use them as a typical case in our campaign against organized cri, reporting it to the province. Director Jiang has instructed us to root out this scourge completely."
Xu Xiangbei felt a burst of satisfaction and developed a greater respect for Director Jiang. Director Jiang was truly efficient and decisive. Li Sandao was in real trouble this ti, serving as a typical case. Those who commit many injustices bring about their own destruction – his karma.
Xu Xiangbei had had a fruitful trip to the West City dicine Market, not only obtaining the herbs he needed but also ridding the market’s citizens and vendors of a tyrant. Most happily, he helped young Haitao regain his sight.
Boss Zhou acted quickly, promising to gather the required herbs within three days. By the next night, he had sent them over and even delivered a brand new electric dicine-making machine.
The electric dicine-making machine wasn’t from Boss Zhou, but a collective gift from all the shop owners in the West City dicine Market. Attached was a large, bright red silk banner thanking Xu Xiangbei for ridding the local residents of harm.
Xu Xiangbei had them deliver the herbs to the courtyard. All the herbs had to dry for a day before being made into pills, and the spacious yard was perfect for drying them.
But it exhausted Ding Keke and Sun Jiajia, as they spread ten bags of herbs on the ground for drying and had to gather them before sunset. The hot weather left them both covered in fragrant sweat.
Xu Xiangbei handed them bottled water, squinting with a smile, "Don’t wear yourselves out, lovely ladies. My heart would ache."
Ding Keke wiped the sweat from her fair neck and pointed to the banner on the wall, "You’re doing good for others, so it’s worth it for us to help."
Sun Jiajia’s big eyes showed appreciation. "Didn’t expect it; Dr. Xu, you’re a good man. Keke’s told a lot about you these past few days, how you’ve paid dical bills for patients in the hospital. I thought she was exaggerating. I didn’t think such good people existed in this world, but it seems to be true."
After being praised by the two beauties, Xu Xiangbei felt a bit carried away, squinting with a smile, "Hehehe, where else can you find a good young man like ? Aren’t you going to beg yet?"
Ding Keke showed a disdainful expression, knowing Xu Xiangbei was about to talk nonsense again, and quickly ran into the kitchen, while Sun Jiajia blankly asked, "What do you want us to beg you for?"
Xu Xiangbei gently rested his hand on Sun Jiajia’s soft and fragrant shoulder, feeling her smooth and fair skin, "Beg to marry you, so when you go out, people will say, ’That’s Xu Xiangbei’s wife, the one who does good deeds everywhere.’ You’ll be so proud."
Sun Jiajia blushed slightly and angrily shook off Xu Xiangbei’s hand, "What are you saying? Who wants to be your wife? If you keep talking nonsense, you can gather these herbs yourself."
Looking at the courtyard filled with herbs, Xu Xiangbei shrank his neck, grinning mischievously, "Hehehe, just joking, n and won working together, let’s work together."
Sun Jiajia didn’t catch that Xu Xiangbei had emphasized the word "working" when he said "work together," and she nonchalantly replied while tidying the herbs, "Alright, let’s work together then."
After Sun Jiajia’s response, seeing Xu Xiangbei’s face show a satisfied smile, she realized she’d fallen for his wordplay. She lightly kicked him with a pout, "It’s working together, you shaless man, just taking advantage."
Xu Xiangbei quickly pleaded for rcy, laughing, "The Taiqing Pill I’m making is an ancient miracle recipe, priceless. Once I’m done, I’ll give you two pills."
Ding Keke erged from the kitchen, smiling, "You’re really silly, giving a girl a gift should be sothing like costics, snacks, or jewelry, not pills."
Sun Jiajia started counterattacking too, her small mouth chattering nonstop, "And you want to marry both of us, dream on..."
With both beauties attacking from left and right, Xu Xiangbei was rendered speechless, finally realizing that flirting with two beauties simultaneously was clearly a mistake.
It would lead them to form a strong alliance, leaving him only to be scolded.
After a day of drying herbs, pills could be made by evening.
The electric dicine-making machine was powerful, with a row of clear buttons, simplifying the traditional cumberso and tiring manual pill-making process and making everything easier.
After pressing the button, the machine automatically sliced, ground, and mixed the herbs. Xu Xiangbei rely followed the sequence, adding herbs, water, starch, and honey.
Two hours later, two hundred fresh, thumb-sized, verdant Taiqing Pills were produced, filling the courtyard with a faint, herbaceous aroma.
After making the Taiqing Pills, Xu Xiangbei also crafted ten dark-red Nine Nether Yin Gathering Pills.
These ten Nine Nether Yin Gathering Pills were specifically for healing Ouyang Zhan’s internal injuries. As the na implies, they emitted a chilling aura. To store these ten pills, Xu Xiangbei even purchased a special cloisonné small porcelain bottle.
Within the grand courtyard of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Zhan sat by the lotus pond, eyes closed, listening to Peking Opera and occasionally humming a few lines.
Feeling thirsty, he habitually used his left hand to pick up the carved earthenware teapot on the stone table.
Unexpectedly, severe pain erupted in his left hand, spilling over half the pot of exquisite Bi Luochun tea and nearly dropping his favorite teapot.
He sighed lightly, having to switch to his right hand to lift the teapot and take a few sips.
His symptoms were worsening. Every day at noon, inexplicable irritability set in, and his left hand trembled violently, as if an internal fla was erratically colliding, striking his heart vein.
The symptoms went beyond re inability to input inner strength into his left hand. At tis, the left half of his body would suddenly beco numb, and he feared for his heart, worried it might inexplicably stop beating.
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