Zhao Guo'an should be the epitome of impulsive personalities. Once he's impulsive, he disregards everything, charging forward even at the risk of losing his life. Afterwards, when he calms down, he experiences the necessary fear and regret, but he doesn't change the next time.

It's not that he doesn't want to change, but he can't help it!

Previously, when he rushed on the highway to save Hao Zhenyu's family, and just now when he wanted to storm into the house to beat Shao Wenxing, he acted the same way.

At this moment, Xiao Feng seemed to have an epiphany and said, "Old Zhao, I finally understand why you're so afraid of the Master now."

It's a joke; if anyone were constantly beaten for one thing in their childhood, they'd likely develop psychological trauma.

Zhao Guo'an didn't respond to his words but instead spoke to himself: "No matter whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or any other profession, betraying master and ancestors is one of the most intolerable behaviors. My anger just now wasn't because of the balance bar and tiger post, but because of this painting."

After speaking, he pointed to a half-open scroll on the ground.

Fujiwara Keiaki, who was closest to the painting, reached for it from the fallen wardrobe on the ground and unfolded it for everyone to see.

In fact, this painting wasn't originally in that location; it was later found and retrieved from miscellaneous items and placed on the wardrobe.

As the scroll unfolded, an old man riding a tiger appeared, sitting on the tiger's back, with one hand touching the tiger's neck and the other holding a stick, which had a gourd tied with a red string hanging from the top.

"Is this 'suspended gourd to save the world'?" The little girl asked, pointing at the gourd in the painting.

Xiao Feng shook his head, denying the little girl's interpretation of the painting, but no matter what, after Zhao Guo'an's previous story about the tiger post, the immortal-like old man's identity was obvious.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew, causing the painting, which had already endured much wind and rain, to show signs of tearing.

Zhao Guo'an hurriedly stepped forward to pack the scroll, to avoid the painting being destroyed.

"People who lack reverence are often very dangerous. Medicine can sometimes be a double-edged sword; it can be used to save people, but also to kill people, and killing without bloodshed." Xiao Feng looked at Su Yuzhuo, building her psychological preparedness in advance.

"I understand." Su Yuzhuo nodded: "Shao Wenxing dares to discard his own Master's painting, which shows he has no reverence."

Then Zhao Guo'an interjected: "It's not time to be pessimistic yet. When I walked out of the hospital that day, Old Xiao asked me to seek help from colleagues in this field, and I've already sent out your situation. I believe we will have results soon.

I think it would be best to act swiftly; if we can't count on this Shao Wenxing, then just leave immediately."

"Xiao Feng asked you?" Su Yuzhuo's eyes lit up.

"Yes, when Old Xiao asked me, he said a lot of good things to me. To be honest, although I haven't known Old Xiao for long, I can see he's not the type to ask for help easily." Zhao Guo'an started to make up serious nonsense.

Su Yuzhuo's eyes showed joy, her teeth lightly biting her pink lips, occasionally sneaking glances at Xiao Feng like a schoolgirl shyly looking at a boy she likes.

Xiao Feng was already dumbfounded: "???"

When did I ask him for anything?

On the other hand, Zhao Guo'an felt delighted; he finally got his revenge on him.

Xiao Feng was always treating Su Yuzhuo with respectful indifference, something Zhao Guo'an knew well, and anyone could see Su Yuzhuo's attitude towards Xiao Feng.

Therefore, Zhao Guo'an thought, you, Xiao Feng, don't want to be with Su Yuzhuo? Then I will deliberately bring you two together, just because you always find ways to disgust me!

"Brother Xiao Feng..." The little girl's eyes shifted, squinting at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng wanted to take a deep breath, to suppress the impulse to strangle Zhao Guo'an, but unfortunately, the surrounding air made deep breathing impossible, so he could only rely on strong mental fortitude to push down.

"Let's go inside and have a look first."

With that, Xiao Feng stepped into the house. This grudge was certainly noted; opportunities for revenge would come, but not now.

For now, what's most urgent is to get clear on Shao Wenxing's affairs — why exactly he doesn't want us to stay?

However, just before entering the house, Xiao Feng caught a whiff of a highly foul odor, similar to the smell in houses where seriously ill patients lie bedridden with no one to care for them.

The stench of waste mixing with moldy smells, compounded by a lack of ventilation, made it indescribably rank!

And Shao Wenxing clearly fits the characteristic of serious illness. After all, if paralysis doesn't count as serious, then only those in vegetative states could be considered seriously sick.

"Who has a mask?" Xiao Feng turned around and asked.

"I have one." The little girl opened her little bag and took out a pink cotton mask, decorated with Peppa Pig designs.

"Brother Xiao Feng, let me put it on for you." The little girl said expectantly, thinking that if Brother Xiao Feng wore a mask she'd worn, it would count as an indirect kiss — no, an indirect peck!

Xiao Feng waved his hand to refuse: "Not this kind; I need a disposable surgical mask."

There naturally wasn't one, as such things could be bought from pharmacies or shops as needed. Everyone knew why Xiao Feng wanted a mask; given the courtyard's smell, one could imagine the house's.

"Everyone back out!" Xiao Feng indicated for everyone to retreat from the courtyard.

Once everyone was outside, Xiao Feng went to the bedside, kicking open the window.

The wooden window pane was kicked into the room, and Xiao Feng quickly ran to the door before the smell could fully escape.

"Holy crap!"

Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but curse, looking shocked at the window of the hut.

The others turned to see what he saw, and couldn't help but show the same expression.

At this moment, wisps of pale green smoke emerged from the broken window, like toxic gas, drifting away with the wind.

Xiao Feng hadn't expected this sight, just finding it hard to imagine how humans could survive in such an environment.

"It's windy."

Seeing the colored "air" emerging more quickly from the house, Su Yuzhuo spoke from her wheelchair.

Xiao Feng was about to nod but quickly spoke as if realizing something: "Hide first."

The others didn't understand but still hid behind a large tree, where they could see the hut and observe the situation.

In less than two minutes, the closest neighbor to Shao Wenxing's hut lit a light, cursing as they came out: "What's this damn smell so awful?"

Immediately, like a spreading plague, more and more people took to the streets, some with phones, others with flashlights, gradually moving toward the source of the smell.

Hidden behind the tree, the group was dumbfounded, finally understanding why Xiao Feng had asked them to hide first.

As the instigator of all this, Xiao Feng felt a bit guilty yet was relieved he didn't play tough and wander into Shao Wenxing's hut.

No matter how you put it, tonight would inevitably be an unforgettable night for Huangshu Village; anyone who lived through it would still feel anxious recalling it years later.

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