Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction in which Hei Feng disappeared. He smiled. Although Xiao Yi, as a cultivator, still disdained this secular force, it was always good to be friends rather than enemies with them.

He turned around to look at Qin Guangming and his daughter. Under the effect of the medicine, they slept very well. It was not until noon that they woke up.

Seeing Xiao Yi in front of the bed, Xiaoyue couldn't stop crying. She struggled to sit up and threw herself into Xiao Yi's arms. She sobbed, "Xiao Yi! I thought I would never see you again!"

Xiao Yi caressed the girl's back and recalled that Xiaoyue had been hung high in the air. His heart ached again. His love for her grew. He rubbed her long hair with his chin. Xiao Yi said softly, "Well, Xiaoyue, Xiao Yi will never let anything bad happen to you again."

Xiaoyue lay in Xiao Yi's arms. The sharp fear in her heart gradually became blurred.

However, Qin Guangming didn't say a word as usual. His fingers trembled and he took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit it with trembling fingers and took a sip. He took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Yi, I am going to have summer vacation soon. Please take care of her. I'm relieved when you are with her. I want to go back to my hometown and live for a while."

"Daddy, why did you do this?" Xiaoyue wiped her tears and asked in confusion.

But Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Let him go. After surviving the disaster, I'm afraid that he suddenly figured out a lot of things. It's reasonable for him to go out for a look."

Qin Guangming looked up at Xiao Yi and said emotionally, "Yes, I have been busy for more than half of my life. I only know how to make money all day long. I haven't returned to my hometown for more than ten years. And I won't have the chance to go back when there is another disaster."

"Father, how long are you leaving? I'll go with you!" Xiaoyue walked to Qin Guangming, put her arms around her father's neck, and said with tears. This time, she suffered a lot, too. And she deeply felt the weakness of life and the importance of family members.

Qin Guangming patted his daughter and said, "You stay and help Xiao Yi. My daughter, it's a short life. You have to work hard to pursue what you like so that you won't regret it in the future."

Hearing this, Xiaoyue blushed and unconsciously glanced at Xiao Yi.

The girl was full of thoughts. Although she used to hide her love for Xiao Yi, her father knew it well. Now, her secret was exposed by Qin Guangming. Looking at the handsome and calm Xiao Yi, Xiaoyue's heart was a mess like a deer bumping around.

Qin Guangming did not pay much attention to it. After finishing his words, he turned around and packed up his belongings. After that, he went out quickly and left.

"Dad!" Xiaoyue looked at her father's solid body slowly disappearing at the end of Taishan Street, and her tears could not stop falling.

"Xiaoyue, your father was greatly frightened this time. Let him go out for a walk and have a rest! You should also go to rest. Don't go to school today!" Xiao Yi reached out and put his hand on Xiaoyue's shoulder and comforted her softly.

Xiaoyue looked at Xiao Yi and couldn't help thinking of her dad's words just now. Her heart beat again like a drum. She nodded hurriedly and walked into her room.

"Xiao Yi, you're here!" Xiaoyue had just returned to her room when Li Qingshan, the old dean of the hospital, strode into the clinic.

"Mr. Li!" Xiao Yi smiled and turned back to greet him.

"Xiao Yi, the invitation for the competition of the Chinese Medicine Practitioner Association is officially released today, so I'll send it to you quickly." Li Qingshan said as he took out a gilding invitation and handed it to Xiao Yi respectfully.

Xiao Yi looked at it and put it on the table. He smiled and said, "Thank you so much! You are so warm-hearted"

Li Qingshan rubbed his hands together and said, "I also want to come and learn more about your Four-colored needle technique, Xiao Yi!"

"Haha, it's rare for you to be so diligent! Well, you see, a patient is coming!" Xiao Yi greeted a patient who had just entered the door and sat down with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yi asked.

This was a thin man in his twenties. He looked gloomy and weak. Hearing Xiao Yi's question, the patient quickly stood up and lifted his jacket.

However, at that moment, Li Qingshan, who was standing beside him, gasped.

There were two areas with distinction on his body, and his upper body was actually covered with grape-sized purple-colored sarcomas. The stinking fluid on the sarcomas flowed out, which was disgusting. The strange thing was that the lower half of the body was intact, and there were no sarcomas, which looked very strange.

Xiao Yi was also startled when he saw this strange disease. It was the first time that he had seen such a strange disease in his previous life and this life, more than 300 years of medical practice.

"Xiao Yi, this is Boxika sarcoma!" Li Qingshan said with a serious expression.

"Boxika? This is the first time I've heard of it. Is there anything special?" Xiao Yi looked at those purple-red sarcomas and asked in a low voice.

Li Qingshan looked at the patient with a strange expression and asked, "You are Homo, aren't you?"

The patient was stunned for a moment and finally nodded with a grin.

Xiao Yi frowned when he saw this. It did exist in ancient times, but now it was just too common. It was against the law of Yin and Yang, so it was easy to get sick.

Sure enough, Li Qingshan went on to say, "This disease is common among them. Most of it is caused by excessive drugs and promiscuity. It is highly infectious and can't be ruled out at all. Our country has a rule that once we find it, we will immediately report it to the Health Department for isolation and treatment."

Hearing Li Qingshan's words, the patient became anxious and begged with a crying face, "Doctor, please, don't isolate me. I went to the Baicao Hall to treat my illness, but they drove me out and told me to see a doctor here. So please!"

"What did you say? Did the Baicao Hall send you here?" Li Qingshan frowned.

"Yes, the doctor of the Baicao Hall said that Mr. Xiao here has excellent medical skills and there are no diseases that can't be cured." The patient said with a sad face.

"Nonsense! Why didn't he report it when he saw this kind of disease? What is Chu Bohuai thinking?" Li Qingshan hit the table angrily.

Xiao Yi sneered in his heart, but he stood up and said to the patient, "Don't worry. I won't ignore this."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Xiao!" Hearing this, the patient was overjoyed.

"Xiao Yi, this is not an ordinary disease. Have you thought about it?" Li Qingshan asked nervously.

Xiao Yi smiled lightly and turned to Li Qingshan, saying, "Mr. Li, do you want to go to the Baicao Hall with me? It is a pity if you don't see my show there."

Li Qingshan frowned slightly, but he was very worried in his heart. After all, the cancer of Boxika was a disease that the whole world could do nothing about. Although Xiao Yi's Four-colored needle technique was miraculous, could it really be effective? If it couldn't work in front of the Chu family, this would inevitably cause Xiao Yi trouble. He wanted to remind Xiao Yi again, but he was too embarrassed to speak, so he had to nod.

Xiao Yi smiled and strode out of the door.

The three of them took Li Qingshan's car and went all the way to Baicao Hall, which was located on Xianggang Road.

Standing at the door of the Baicao Hall, people were like running water, entering and exiting incessantly. The grand and quaint buildings and the huge gold plaque made people dare not to come in. Before they entered the door, they smelled the strong fragrance of Chinese medicine. From the outside, they could see a busy state inside. The sign of a hundred-year-old brand was indeed incomparable.

Xiao Yi and the other two stepped into the gate.

A girl who was at the door was shocked when she saw the patient with Boxika's cancer coming back. She rolled her eyes and refused to come up to greet them.

Xiao Yi, of course, was sensitive enough to capture this. He stared at her and said, "Where's Chu Bohuai? Ask him to come out!"

The girl lowered her head and hesitated for a moment. She didn't say anything and ran upstairs quickly.

After a while, Chu Bohuai, dressed in a Tang suit, slowly walked down the stairs on the second floor.

"Isn't it Great Mr. Xiao? Oh, Li Qingshan is also here. It's really glorious!" Chu Bohuai said sarcastically, holding a small purple clay teapot in his hand.

"Chu Bohuai, you're so muddle-headed. Since you've discovered the case, why didn't you report it immediately? Why did you send the patient to the Jishi Hall?" Li Qingshan was so hot-tempered that he couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes. He stepped forward immediately and reprimanded him in a deep voice.

Chu Bohuai sneered, glanced sideways at Xiao Yi, and said, "Mr. Li, we should make the right choice all the time. I think that I have just made the right decision. As our Hai City has a highly-skilled Mr. Xiao. I'm afraid this kind of Boxika would be eradicated. I think it will be solved in a few minutes. And there is no need to report."

"Chu Bohuai, what do you think the cancer is? Do you know that this disease is extremely infectious? If something goes wrong, can you afford to take the responsibility?" Li Qingshan was furious.

"Li Qingshan, you don't have to cover for Xiao Yi. If he can't cure him, there's no reason to blame me." Chu Bohuai, relying on his one-hundred-year-old brand, didn't take Li Qingshan seriously at all. He stared at Li Qingshan and said coldly.

"You..." Li Qingshan trembled with anger.

But Xiao Yi sneered in his heart. Walking to Li Qingshan, he looked straight at Chu Bohuai with a gloomy face and said, "Chu Bohuai, you're so mean. If I don't fight back, I'll be sorry for everyone."

When Chu Bohuai heard this, his eyes brightened. He cupped his hands at Xiao Yi and sneered, "I know that Mr. Xiao has excellent medical skills to cure him. However, if Mr. Xiao can't make it today, there is no need for the Chinese Medicine Practitioner Association to give you a special certificate. And you will not be the descendant of the Four-colored needle technique."