Chapter 877: Chapter 94: Exceptionally Gifted, Dongfang Ximing (5622 in 1)_3
The stomach acid churned, like a tsunami.
In just an instant, he felt as if his stomach had been dealt an indescribable heavy blow, embedded with the Spiral Vigorous Qi of the East Sea Gangfeng Boxing Technique and the seven layers of hidden force of the Kongtong Mountain’s Seven-Injuries Fist, twisting his internal organs terribly.
He was extrely hungry at that ti and ate it all at once.
If described, it was akin to a ravenous dog pouncing on food, but getting kicked violently in the face; now his entire stomach was convulsing.
With the perception of a Fifth Rank Martial Artist, surpassing normal human reaction speed, and the natural acuteness of the Dongfang Clan’s bloodline, these three combined to faithfully amplify, spread, and magnify the taste of the food.
Then, in less than the ti it takes to flick an idea, it was transmitted to his brain, making him experience a taste a hundredfold that of an ordinary person in an instant.
If it weren’t for the lack of reaction from the Mixed Yuan Skill, he would have thought he’d been poisoned; but from another angle, to create sothing almost akin to a toxin with normal ingredients would be a talent almost to be called extraordinary.
A certain familiar talent.
Except his mind couldn’t process it, couldn’t figure out where he’d encountered such a talent before.
Dongfang Ximing couldn’t help but step forward, full of concern:
“Brother, are you okay?”
Wang Anfeng staggered to his feet, revealing a pale smile, and said:
“I’m fine…I, I’ll go to the clinic.”
“To find, find a doctor…”
Seeing the worried expressions on the faces of those around him, Wang Anfeng added, supported himself by saying:
“To find the doctor and discuss tomorrow’s free clinic.”
“Don’t worry…so much to do, I won’t co back for lunch.”
He staggered a bit as he walked out, with only one thought echoing in his mind like a mountain collapse and tsunami, drowning out all other thoughts; whether it was finding the delicious pastries at the stores recomnded by Wuxin, or heading to the clinic to finalize tomorrow’s free clinic schedule with the doctors there.
All other thoughts were gone.
Even if reason told him that finalizing the clinic schedule was now the most important, even if reason told him that, although his second master Wu Changqing had unparalleled dical skills, he lived in seclusion and was unknown to many around the world, he himself did not have official dical credentials.
To conduct a free clinic in the clinic, he needed to prove his own dical ability to diagnose and treat people credibly.
All these thoughts vanished, replaced by another thought that dominated his mind with its survival instinct strength, controlling his body.
Must eat sothing good…
Wash away the taste.
Clean the stomach.
Wang Anfeng staggered out.
Inside the room, the few people watched him leave and quietly retracted their gazes, Lin Qiaofu murmured:
“Brother Wang seems a bit off.”
Dongfang Ximing nodded, her face showing concern.
Lv Baiping, however, did not care much. In her view, if not even Wang Anfeng, a person with such high martial skills, could handle a problem, then it was idle to worry about it; it was just needless anxiety and self-trouble.
She looked around the room’s decor, noting the open wooden box on the table filled with delicate and adorable snacks emitting an irresistible sweet aroma, her stomach already a bit hungry as it was now noon.
Seeing that one was already missing, she guessed it was eaten by Wang Anfeng. She glanced at the two young won talking softly and thought of how Dongfang Ximing often made snacks for Dongfang Ningxin, so her skills shouldn’t be bad.
She leaned back in the chair, discreetly grabbed one with her left hand, then pretended to turn to enjoy the scenery. Swiftly and urgently, she stuffed the snack into her mouth, but was a bit loud and anxious in her actions. Lin Qiaofu slightly averted her gaze, so Lv Baiping quickly chewed twice and swallowed it to avoid her junior sister noticing.
The heroic and pretty face of the woman turned instantly pale.
Her eyes beca confused.
She felt the scenery in front of her sway, the brightness intensified, then blurred. One after another, illusory images erged, starting to spin around her, even including her long-deceased grandmother; who knows how long it was before these illusions slowly dissipated.
Lin Qiaofu and Dongfang Ximing were looking at her with so concern, and Lin Qiaofu waved a hand in front of her, saying:
“Senior sister? Are you okay…?”
Lv Baiping’s stiff thoughts slowly processed, and she nodded slowly.
In that instant, she suddenly understood Wang Anfeng’s reaction.
For a top martial artist who has leapt over the Longn, their response and perception allow them to do unmatched feats such as making three hundred sword strikes in one breath, as swift as rushing thunder. However, this also ans they experience more terrifying impacts in shorter periods.
Thinking of Wang Anfeng’s ordeal, Lv Baiping gulped subconsciously and moved further away from the sweet-scented snacks. Then, as if sothing suddenly struck her, she paused for a mont, looked at Dongfang Ximing, and the latter, noticing her gaze, t Lv Baiping’s eyes.
Lv Baiping seed to be choosing her words internally, after a brief mont passed, she slowly said, “Ximing… tell , is it you who makes the daily snacks for this generation’s Dongfang Ningxin from the Dongfang Clan?”
Dongfang Ximing, puzzled, nodded.
Lv Baiping swallowed and asked, “Does she eat them?”
“Miss Ningxin eats them…”
“And she hasn’t said anything? Did she ever praise you?”
Dongfang Ximing recalled; she didn’t know why, but despite Dongfang Ningxin bringing her into the greatest danger of her life, she found it hard to harbor genuine malice toward the cold maiden she grew up with. Perhaps it was because, when other Dongfang Clan’s young masters and ladies teased her, only Dongfang Ningxin would stand up for her.
She suddenly thought perhaps it was also part of a plan.
To build enough trust to easily take her out of the Dongfang Clan.
But she actively avoided such thoughts, focusing on past mories, slowly nodding, and said, “Miss…mm, Ningxin did praise .”
Dongfang Ximing rembered Wang Anfeng disliked her calling Dongfang Ningxin “Miss,” so she quickly corrected herself, while Lv Baiping’s attention was entirely absorbed by the previous comnt, she glanced at the snacks, then looked back, asking:
“What did she, what did she praise about you?”
“Well…she said, it was well made, the flour, eggs, and mare’s milk blended nicely, cooked properly, sugar added, a sweet taste, no charred flavor, so it’s good.”
Dongfang Ximing recounted the words from her mory.
Lin Qiaofu was sowhat bewildered.
Lv Baiping’s mouth and stomach suddenly twitched simultaneously.
……
After indulging in a grand feast, Wang Anfeng finally felt the nightmarish mont gradually fading away, rationality slowly gaining dominance. He looked up at the sun’s position, settled the bill, and leisurely began pacing southward toward the southern district of Liangzhou City.
Not too fast, not too slow, walking for about half an hour, he stopped in front of a relatively large clinic. The clinic had eight windows along the street, each with a small dicine stove for brewing potions.
Aligning the stoves in a row, the aroma of herbs filled the air. Looking through the windows, there were at least a few doctors in long robes inside. Despite the hot midday weather and few patients, they never left, either flipping through dical books or tapping on their abacuses.
One younger doctor sat by the back door, holding a bowl of noodles, eating ravenously, clearly very hungry, yet he remained ready to respond if needed.
The door was wide open, with a couplet posted on the black doorpost, which Wang Anfeng softly read aloud.
“May no illness befall the world’s people.”
“Willingly let the dicines on the racks gather dust.”
The horizontal inscription reads: “The world will be spring.”
PS: Today’s update presented, over 5,600 words, divided would be more than 2,800 per section~
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