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Chapter 777 - A Pill, Rushing 1,000 Miles to the Rescue

Chapter 777: A Pill, Rushing 1,000 Miles to the Rescue

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“I don’t know the details,” Jia Zizai said. “I only know that he is in the south, but it took a long time to get this medicine.”

“The south?” Wang Yao immediately thought of the eccentric King Pharmacist.

“OK, I’ll see him.” Wang Yao was in a particularly good mood today, so he agreed to this matter.

“Alright, I’ll make an appointment with him.” Jia Zizai left in the wind and rain.

The news surprised Li Fang. “He agreed?”

“Yes, but where you live in is inconvenient since it’s under surveillance all day,” Jia Zizai said.

“Let me think about it,” Li Fang said. “If there are no solutions, I’ll bring Xiao Ming to him.”

“Alright, let me know,” Jia Zizai replied.

The wind and rain persisted. Wang Yao stood in front of the glass window and looked out at the sky. He thought, The storm should last for some time.

Ring! His cellphone suddenly rang out.

“Xiaoxue.”

“Sir, my brother is injured. It’s very urgent. Can you save him?” Su Xiaoxue sounded very worried.

“Don’t be anxious,” Wang Yao said. “Where is he now?”

“In Jing,” she hurriedly replied.

“I’ll be right there.” Wang Yao looked at the sky outside.

In such weather, the high-speed rail and aircraft in Dao would probably be shut down. He left the room and went to the airport. As expected, due to the bad weather, the planes had stopped flying. As soon as he inquired, the high-speed railway was also stopped.

Wang Yao looked at the time. He searched around on the Internet and found a taxi that could take him to Wei Cheng, where there was a high-speed railway directly to Jing.

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In the best hospital in Jing...

Song Ruiping anxiously looked at her son. Next to his bed were two old people.

Su Zhixing’s face was eerily black and blue, and his breathing was very weak.

“Old Chen, Old Li, what’s the matter with Zhixing?” Song Ruiping asked.

“The gunshot wound almost hurt his lungs, but that’s easy to deal with,” Li Shengrong said with a grim expression. “The real life-threatening injury is the stab wound on his abdomen. There was a deadly poison on the blade!”

“Can’t you neutralize it?” she asked.

“I haven’t seen the poison before, and this is not my area of expertise,” Li Shengrong said.

“How did he get poisoned?” Chen Zhou asked.

“He was on a mission at the border,” Song Ruiping said. “He had been fighting with foreign forces in the jungle and was wounded.”

Su Zhixing had just transferred to the Jing hospital. He couldn’t be treated in southern Yunnan, so he had been transported by military aircraft.

“He’s not the only injured one,” Song Ruiping said.

“Tsk, that’s troublesome,” Li Shengrong said. “The poison may be foreign. We’ve never seen it before. Oh right, hurry up and invite Wang Yao to Jing!”

“Xiaoxue already called him, so he should be on his way,” Song Ruiping said.

“For now, we will do our best to preserve his life,” Li Shengrong said.

As they were speaking, Su Xiaoxue hurried into the room. After receiving the news about her brother, she had immediately called Wang Yao and asked for leave.

“Mom, Grandpa Chen, and Grandpa Li, how is my brother?” she asked.

“It’s not good. He’s in a dangerous state,” Song Ruiping replied.

“I’ve called Sir,” Su Xiaoxue said. “He’s in Dao, and there’s a typhoon there. The planes and high-speed rail are all out of service. I called him on my way here. He’s on his way to Wei Cheng. He’s coming from there by high-speed rail.”

“That will take a long time,” Li Shengrong said.

“Wait.” Song Ruiping thought for a moment before leaving the room to make a phone call. She returned and handed a piece of paper to her daughter. “Give Wang Yao a call and ask him to stop here. Someone will pick him up.”

An hour after Wang Yao received Su Xiaoxue’s, he stopped at the side of the highway and got off. The wind and rain in Wei Cheng were still strong. A soldier was waiting at the side of the road.

“Hello, I’m Wang Yao.”

“Hello, please get in the car,” the soldier said.

The soldier took Wang Yao to a nearby army base.

Wang Yao was stunned. A military helicopter was in front of him ready to take off. He entered the helicopter and was soon on his way to Jing.

In the hospital, the bedside instruments suddenly rang out. The paramedics almost instantaneously entered the ward.

Song Ruiping, who was at the side, looked worried.

“Not good!” Old Chen’s face changed after taking Su Zhixing’s pulse.

“What’s the matter?” Song Ruiping’s face instantly changed.

Chen Zhouchuan didn’t care to talk. He and Li Shengrong looked at each other. He took out a gold needle and began pricking Su Zhixing’s acupoints.

The doctors next to them cooperated. They knew the identity of the two old people.

“I’m afraid we won’t be able to stabilize him for a while,” Li Shengrong said. “The poison is too domineering!”

In their view, it was a miracle that Su Zhixing was still alive. If it wasn’t for the Su family, he would have died on the spot.

Beep! Beep! The alarm on the equipment rang out again. This time, even the two old men were sweating.

“Not good!” Chen Zhouchuan’s heart skipped a beat.

This kind of poison was too strong, and they didn’t have a clear way to control it. They had just concocted a general antidote to protect Su Zhixing’s internal organs, but it could only last for a moment. It now seemed that they couldn’t even solve the pressing need. Su Zhixing was slipping away.

“Where is Mr. Wang now?” Song Ruiping asked.

“Hello, Sir, where are you? My brother can’t hold on for long!” Su Xiaoxue was crying.

“I’m on a helicopter.” Wang Yao was worried when he heard Su Xiaoxue crying, but he couldn’t control how fast he could get there. An idea flashed into his mind.

“Xiaoxue, don’t cry,” he said. “Do you remember the pill I gave you?”

“Yes, I remember,” she replied.

“Give it to your brother right away,” Wang Yao said. “He should be able to hold on until I’m there.”

After confirming the relationship with Su Xiaoxue, Wang Yao gave her some small gifts, including a pharmacist’s order, small brocade bag with miasma grass to protect her from mosquitoes, and a precious longevity pill, which could prolong life.

The pill was made and refined with ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, angelica, Yuehua, Shanjing, Guiyuan, Ziyu, Tiemei, and 10 other kinds of precious medicinal materials. However, there were only a few dozen of them. Wang Yao had given them to his closest friends and family.

“Alright, got it.” After Su Xiaoxue hung up the phone, she told her mother and hurried home where she kept the pill.

Seeing her daughter’s panicked state, Song Ruiping said, “Have Chu Lian go with you.”

“Please hold on a little longer,” Su Xiaoxue said as she left the hospital.

Chu Lian’s car drove very fast. At this time of day, the traffic was a little crowded. Fortunately, the distance between the hospital and the Su family house was not very far. They soon arrived home, grabbed the pill, and returned to the hospital.

Beep! Bee! Beep... The equipment kept signaling that the patient was in a dangerous state. Su Zhixing had already stepped into the gates of hell with one foot, and the other foot could follow at any time.

Chen Zhouchuan and Li Shengrong had used all their skills. They were experienced doctors, but they were not deities. There were still some illnesses they couldn’t cure.

With a bang, the door flew open.

“We’re here!” Su Xiaoxue came to the bed and carefully poured out the pill from the white porcelain bottle.

In an instant, the unique smell of medicine filled the entire ward.

“It’s that kind of medicine!” Chen Zhouchuan was shocked to see that pill again.

The medicine, which he had seen and remembered vividly, had forcefully pulled a dying person back from the grasp of death. The person who had taken the medicine last time was Su Xiaoxue. This time, it was her brother.

Shortly after taking the pill, the medical equipment stopped beeping and returned to normal parameters.

Li Shengrong was stunned. He reached to take Su Zhixing’s pulse. The old man’s face changed due to shock. “How can it be?”

“What’s the matter?” Song Ruiping asked.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Zhixing has temporarily been lifted from danger and has stabilized,” Li Shengrong said. “He should be able to make it until Wang Yao arrives.”

“That’s good, that’s good!” Song Ruiping felt a little sense of relief.