Hospital.
Qin Yu had already been transferred from the intensive care unit to a private ward.
"Creak..."
Grandfather Qin, carrying a jar of dicinal soup he had personally prepared, pushed open the door and walked in.
"Grandfather..."
Qin Yu imdiately sat up halfway.
Since the day he had joined the Warwolf Special Combat Team, getting injured had beco a routine matter, so his recovery ability was exceptionally strong. Moreover, with Grandfather personally taking care of his body, he had basically recovered quite well.
It was just that the heart problem between him and Miao Xian'er still couldn't be shaken off.
"This is Du Zhong decoction for dispersing bruises; drink it to consolidate your condition!"
Grandfather Qin passed the jar to Qin Yu.
"Hmm, alright!"
Qin Yu took the jar, and a strong scent of dicinal herbs hit him. Without even asking for a spoon, he gulped it down like drinking liquor.
"Burp... Thank you, Grandfather!"
Qin Yu belched, grateful to Grandfather for the dicinal soups that had contributed to his swift recovery.
"I had thought that, by not interfering with the path you'd take in life, being an ordinary person would have been just fine. But to my surprise, you still embarked on the path of martial arts!"
Grandfather Qin stroked his snow-white beard, speaking with a sowhat grave expression.
"Heh heh... When I broke through to the dark level before, I thought I was strong enough. I never imagined that there truly existed Pill Holding experts in this world!"
Qin Yu gave a bitter smile.
No wonder, from childhood, Grandfather rarely spoke to him about matters of martial arts, nor had he deliberately required him to enhance his cultivation. It turned out that he didn't want him to take this path.
"Xiao Yu, this world is very large, and remarkable figures erge ceaselessly. They're simply hidden from view, unknown to ordinary people. Now that you've gradually stepped into the world of martial arts, you should break through to the Huajin level as soon as possible. Otherwise, next ti, you might not be so lucky!"
Grandfather Qin said with a solemn expression.
"Grandfather, how can I break through to Huajin?"
Qin Yu asked eagerly. As he encountered more and more experts, he certainly hoped to further improve his cultivation to better protect those around him.
"I'll give you a mantra that can only be cultivated within the Jianghu, concentrate your essence, and once you've gathered enough, you'll be able to break through to Huajin. Listen carefully: 'Great Beginning's way, revitalization of all things, the Heavenly Way shines down, spirit roams the vast void...'"
Grandfather Qin recited a set of abstruse and difficult mantras.
It is known that since ancient tis, true secret techniques have been passed down orally. Those so-called "secrets of martial arts" that have been spread are not the true secret techniques.
"Recite it back to !"
Grandfather Qin knew his grandson had a good mory; the many things he had taught him in the past, he could generally rember with just one telling.
"Great Beginning's way... what man cannot, the will of Heaven surely can..."
As expected, Qin Yu powerfully recited the mantra in its entirety.
"Rember, this mantra, like the Peach Blossom Nine Needles, is a secret not to be casually revealed to others," Grandfather Qin warned with a serious look.
"I understand, Grandfather!"
Qin Yu nodded his head.
"In cultivating Inner Strength, beware of seeking quick success, seek utmost purity and ingenuity, and the right ti will naturally bring harvest!"
Grandfather Qin looked at his grandson and cautioned.
"I understand, Grandfather."
"Creak..."
No sooner had Qin Yu finished speaking than the door to the ward was pushed open once again.
A doctor wearing a mask and a white coat walked in, carrying a tray of dicine: "Ti to change your dressing!"
"Then I'll leave first!"
Grandfather Qin glanced at the doctor, picked up the dicine jar, and stood up.
"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor!" Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire
Qin Yu said politely, then lifted the blanket covering him to reveal the terrifying scar that resembled a centipede.
"It's healing nicely, we'll remove the stitches today!"
After setting down a tray of dicine, the doctor picked up a pair of dical scissors and a scalpel, approaching Qin Yu.
Whoosh...
In the next second, the doctor made a move that Qin Yu found unbelievable; the sharp scalpel in his hand stabbed straight towards his chest.
Swift and precise, the movents were sharp and professional.
"Bang!"
However, just as the scalpel was about to pierce into Qin Yu's chest, Grandpa Qin's dicine jar also smashed toward the doctor's occiput.
Shit...
Qin Yu took the opportunity to roll away, and the sound of the scalpel piercing the blanket ensued.
"Annoying old fart!"
Cursing, the doctor pulled out the scalpel and turned to stab Grandpa Qin.
In his mind, how formidable could an old man be?
Yet, Grandpa Qin remained calm and composed. As the doctor's scalpel was about to strike, he casually grabbed the doctor's wrist with a capture technique.
"Huh?"
The doctor was sowhat surprised, not expecting an old man, dull with age, to have such skill.
However, he didn't panic. His fingers loosened, dropping the scalpel, which was then caught by his other hand and directed at Grandpa Qin's lower abdon.
"Grandpa, be careful!"
Qin Yu picked up the IV stand and smashed it down on the doctor's back.
"Hiss..."
The effort caused him to wince due to the pull on his wound, drawing a sharp breath.
At the sa ti, he was filled with doubt, wondering who sent this doctor to kill him.
"Bang..."
This fake doctor was ruthless, taking the hit without dodging. His scalpel continued without losing montum, aiming to take out Grandpa Qin first.
"Swoosh..."
Though Grandpa Qin was of age, he was a genuine Huajin master. Pressing his hands downward, he once again seized the doctor's wrist, and simultaneously bumped forward with his shoulder.
Thud thud...
"Cough cough..."
Like being hit by a car, the fake doctor stumbled uncontrollably backward several steps before he began to cough violently, his face turning red.
"Down you go!"
Qin Yu took the chance to trip the fake doctor, who lost balance and fell to the floor.
"Crack..."
Grandpa Qin stepped forward, his foot coming down on the fake doctor's calf.
The man had co for his grandson's life, so naturally, Grandpa Qin did not hold back, crushing the fake doctor's calf.
"Ahh...."
In pain, the fake doctor let out a scream and quickly reached into his bosom, revealing a glimpse of a black dragon tattoo.
"Die!"
Flicking his wrist, the fake doctor threw a diamond-shaped hidden weapon at Grandpa Qin.
"Grandpa..."
Qin Yu was startled. The fake doctor's technique with hidden weapons seed similar to that of the Oriental assassins.
"Ting ting dang dang..."
Grandpa Qin swung his smoking pipe, knocking down all the hidden weapons.
However, the fake doctor took the chance to dart toward the window and leaped out.
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
With an injury himself, Qin Yu clearly couldn't chase after the fake doctor. He hobbled to his grandfather's side, asking with concern.
"I'm fine, fortunately, that Easterner wasn't too formidable!"
Grandpa Qin waved his hand, his eyes showing a trace of relief. Thankfully, he was also present today; otherwise, his grandson would have definitely faced grave danger.
"By the way, how did you even get mixed up with Easterners? I noticed he had the mark of the Black Dragon Society on his chest!"
Grandfather Qin stared at Qin Yu, asking with suspicion.
"I don't know either?"
Qin Yu scratched his head.
He knew the Black Dragon Society from the East was a formidable assassination organization. How had they set their sights on him?
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