Chapter 42: The Supreme Medicine Boy?

  The third update!!

  Back in the luxurious Phantom, Sang Hongyun once again habitually put on his white gloves and signaled to the driver to start the car.

  "Master, seems like you're interested in Xiao Hong?" Zhao Qing suddenly spoke up as the car slowly started moving.

  "What I find most intriguing about this person is not his diligence, nor his love of learning, but his temperament. From our two encounters, I can see that he has manners and respect, yet without any servility or obsequiousness. A person like him will only have two possible outcomes: either a tragic end or destined for greatness."

  "In my opinion, the possibility of sudden death is greater. Does Master still remember his illness? I've inquired about it, and it's an absolute terminal illness, there's no way to survive." Zhao Qing responded.

  As for this question, Sang Hongyun did not answer immediately, but only smiled faintly and then looked out the window.

  "Master, what should we do about the demonic seal on Quan Cang's hand tomorrow?" Zhao Qing asked again after a short while.

  "At least take down one of the demon marks, I want to see what's special about him. Also, Quan Cang must be found as soon as possible, I'm more interested in him personally." San Hongyun continued to say, unaware that just a moment ago, he was still turning around in Quan Cang's house and even took his medicine boy.

  At the same time, in Dahong Pharmacy, only Xiao Hong and Li Le were left to collect the door frame, which was kicked by the security guard.

  "They should be made to pay for it." Li Le handed Xiao Hong a screwdriver.

  "Wasn't that Sui Jun who threw ten silver coins on the sickbed? Consider it the door repair fee." Xiao Hong screwed the lock back on with screws.

  "Hey, Xiao Hong, take a look at this." Li Le suddenly said mysteriously to Xiao Hong, then spread out the camera in his hand, turned it on, and a photo of Xiao Hong and Sang Hongyun appeared in his palm. It was a candid shot, with the angle and timing just right, capturing the moment when Sang Hongyun and Xiao Hong seemed extremely intimate standing together, with Qi Zinan looking dejected and Zhao Qing showing respect in the background.

  "What are you doing?" Xiao Hong glanced at the screen in front of him and asked.

  "What else can we look at, of course it's advertising. Chunyan Pharmacy's Fu Yan is not pretending to be a disciple of Ji Rufu, doing advertising? Then let's have Sang Hongyun pretend to be the chief medicine boy, after all, in this era, no matter what industry, without some tricks, others will not take you seriously." Li Le said with a slight smile, his eyes narrowed.

  "Is this really the Chief Medicine Boy? Is this okay?" Xiao Hong was momentarily unsure of what to make of it.

  "What's good or bad about it, relying on someone as big as Sang Hongyun, he won't bother to calculate with us, I reckon even if he knows, he'll be too lazy to care. Since no one is pursuing it, why don't we use it?" Li Le said.

  Xiao Hong thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said that at present, Da Hong Medicine Hall cannot continue to decline like this. Li Le's approach is somewhat shameless, but it is not impossible.

  "Give it to me, wait a minute, I'll make a bigger one." Xiao Hong said, and took the camera from Li Le's hand, putting it in his own pocket. Since he had chosen to do it, he might as well do it thoroughly.

  In the evening, after closing up shop, Xiao Hong hid in his own room, took out a carved knife, and began to create a giant shadow image. Of course, since the tattoo was placed on the outside, Xiao Hong did not use concave surface patterns or inner pattern techniques, and instead tried to disguise his craftsmanship as much as possible, making it impossible for others to distinguish.

  As it was just a first-class Image Magic, with the current Xiao Hong, making it was still easy and pleasant, probably taking less than twenty minutes, an image magic pattern was completed in Xiao Hong's hands.

  The image data in the camera was imported into the image thread, and after driving, a giant image of about two meters high appeared in Xiao Hong's room. The degree of realism, clarity, and even size of the picture are much better than before, and some local areas have been optimized, looking very eye-catching.

  "Hmm, looks not bad." Xiao Hong muttered to himself, his face filled with a hint of joy. This was also Xiao Hong's consistent style - either don't do it, or do it thoroughly. Since he had already prepared to use La Sang Huang Yun as a banner, he might as well do it openly and confidently, that way people would believe in him.

  After settling everything, Xiao Hong once again created a driving magic pattern and began to cultivate his driving force. He tried his best to use up the remaining driving force that he hadn't used today, as well as the driving force in the cyan-black magic bead, so as not to waste it.

  At the same time, in a luxurious villa in the center of Taiwu City, Mayor He Yindong was frowning, sitting in his mother's room with his eyes closed, his face full of anxiety.

  On an old-fashioned bed, a silver-haired elderly woman lay on the sickbed, with a painful expression, one leg was clamped in a special instrument, and there were dark red ulcers on her leg.

  The old woman is He Yindong's mother - Qu Lingfang.

  Next to her, a middle-aged man in his forties was using the medicinal patterns in his hand to treat Kuī Língfāng's retreat. This middle-aged man, named Zhōu Yǔ, was the chief pharmacist of the mayor and officials, and had already reached the fifth level of pharmacology.

  "How is it?" He Yindong asked in a low voice as Zhou Yu withdrew his hand.

  "It's all thanks to Master Sang Hongyun's magical tattoo. The parasitic bacteria attached to the venous blood vessel wall have been completely cleared, however, the old woman's right leg's vascular endothelial cells have been severely damaged and are difficult to repair. According to Master Sang Hongyun's plan, considering the old woman's life, it's best to amputate." Zhou Yu looked at the brand new magical tattoo in his hand and respectfully said to He Yindong.

  Upon hearing this, Qu Lingfang, who was lying in bed and constantly groaning in pain, suddenly changed her expression. There was sadness in her eyes, but more than that, there was fear.

  "What, cut off my leg? Let me become a cripple, that's no better than killing me, let me die." Qiu Lingfang said weakly.

  Seeing his mother's reaction, He Yindong was not too surprised. The reason is simple: when his mother was young, she was a model known for her beautiful legs. Her feelings towards her legs are naturally deep. Asking for his mother's legs would be like asking for her life.

  "Isn't there any other way?" He Yindong asked with a gloomy face, and slightly turned his head to glance at the instrument displaying the condition of his mother's leg blood vessels. The originally smooth blood vessels now looked like rotten rubber tubes, uneven and bumpy, with signs of local rupture beginning to appear.

  "Mr. Sang Hongyun said that the blood vessels are damaged to this extent, and it is very likely to be infected again. However, I just heard that Quan Cang has two magic tattoos for sale in his shop, one of which is specifically for repairing cells, maybe it will be useful." Zhou Yu slightly bowed his head and said.

  Quan Cang, it's him again. He Yindong slightly narrowed his eyes. The Quan Cang who was now being talked about as if he were a god in Tai Wu City, He Yindong had naturally heard of, but he himself didn't have a very good impression of this Quan Cang, and even doubted him. A guy who pretended to be mysterious, nine out of ten must have something shady going on, it's highly likely that he was just being hyped up, an empty name at best.

  However, turning his head and looking at his mother lying on the hospital bed, He Yindong, a filial son by nature, could only make do with what he had. After a moment of contemplation, he fixed his gaze on Zhou Yu and instructed him: "Tomorrow morning, go to the Xingzhe Magic Tattoo shop and buy the repair cell medicine at all costs. This time I'll take a look at this Guan Cang's skills."

  "I understand." Zhou Yu responded with a single word and then turned around and walked out.

  In the blink of an eye, a day passed. Due to previous publicity, the Xianyue Magic Tattoo shop was crowded with people all the way to the entrance. However, most of them were just there to watch the commotion, while some others had a lucky mentality, thinking that if they could get their hands on the rare magic tattoos, they would definitely be able to make a profit by reselling them.

  However, when they saw Sang Hongyun, the mayor's chief pharmacist Zhou Yu, and Ze Lei family's patriarch Lei Rongxuan, a large number of super celebrities appeared, and those who had been harboring lucky thoughts also gave up their ideas.

  There is no doubt that the two golden coins with the magic pattern, now bearing the name of Quan Cang, can hardly be bought simply with two gold coins, and what counts is undoubtedly status.

  The boss of the Xingyun Magic Tattoo shop, Xiang Pu Fang, saw Sang Hong Yun and others rushing over, his face already blooming with joy. This was exactly the effect he wanted - to attract big shots to his store by all means possible, which was a hundred times better than any form of advertising.

  Soon, famous people like Sang Hongyun and Zhou Yu arrived at the VIP room on the third floor.

  "Hey, Master Sang, I didn't expect you to be interested in Quan Cang too?" Leirongxuan slowly sat down on a sofa, glanced at Sang Hongyun with a hint of a smile.

  "What? Not possible?" San Hongyun slowly took off the white gloves on his hands, flexed his fingers a few times, and responded in a relaxed tone.

  "Of course, but Master Sang should be careful, the appearance of Quan Cang may make you give up your title as the number one pharmacist in Taicheng." Lei Rongxuan continued, his words were still filled with resentment towards Quan Cang due to past grievances.

  "The Yangtze River waves push forward, this is the law of historical development. First or second, I don't care about it, because whether I am first or second, it will never be your turn to be first, Ze Lei family." San Hongyun still smiled and said, but these words were indeed full of oppressive tone.

  Then, Sang Hongyun slowly took out two brand new gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the tea table.

  The movement has already been very obvious, and the hidden magic pattern of Sang Hongyun is interested in getting one. Whoever dares to put gold coins on the tea table again will be openly opposing Sang Hongyun.