It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

His exceptionally clear vision, honed through long-term Qi cultivation, allowed him to immediately identify the culprit.

About two palm-widths below the knee on the outer thigh.

A tiny, milky-white thorn, half the thickness of a regular toothpick and slightly smaller than the tip of a ballpoint pen, was stuck in my skin.

It was this tiny thorn that caused a dense, nerve-like stinging pain on my thigh.

The commotion was quite loud, and Qing's parents, who were sleeping nearby, were also awakened and sat up.

Qingfu said:

"Xiao Miao? What's wrong?"

"It's OK."

Qinghe Miao had calmed down and pulled out the small white thorn from her leg:

"I got stung by a scorpion."

When Qing's parents came closer to take a look, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Qing's father shook his head:

"So this is what it is. How come there's still some on the kang? Let's check if it's still nearby. We'll buy some more medicine and sprinkle it on tomorrow. We need to check every nook and cranny."

In rural areas, there are things like scorpions and centipedes.

They won't be everywhere in an area where someone has lived for a long time, but they are by no means rare.

They are everywhere in the wild.

Therefore, such stings are common in rural areas.

In the past, sometimes adults would have nothing to do in the evenings.

They would even take a flashlight and tweezers to "spot scorpions" in cracks in the wall or near woodpile, catching them to make wine or simply to put them in a box for amusement.

Qinghe Miao had never been bitten by a scorpion before, so she never expected to win one while she was asleep.

"No, they should have run away long ago."

Qing's mother lifted the kang mat and bedding and looked them over twice, then asked with concern:

"Does it hurt a lot? Shall I get some ointment to put on for you?"

The so-called ointment is a homemade ointment sold in their village store.

It was made by an individual and packaged in a glass jar. It was dark and had a pungent smell.

After use, it can alleviate some of the pain and swelling caused by scorpion stings.

These are different traditional methods found in every region of the countryside.

"It's alright, I can bear it."

Qinghe Miao frowned as he felt the continuous burning pain in his legs.

The system clearly indicated that this was not an enemy attack.

It was simply that I was stung by a scorpion.

This illustrates that as long as one is still a mortal being, there is a possibility of accidents happening.

Fortunately, talking about toxicity without discussing dosage is simply irresponsible.

This amount of toxin is nothing to a normal person.

The problem is the persistent pain.

So he waved to his parents:

"Dad, Mom, please bring me my box. I'll handle it myself."

Chapter 70 Are Kings and Generals Born with a Special Kind of Talent?

Qing's father got off the ground and walked to the old-fashioned cabinet in his shoes.

They found a tin box about the size of a pencil case inside.

There were some rust marks on the surface, but it was wiped very clean.

Qinghe Miao took the iron box; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

Open the box lid, and the internal structure is clearly visible.

Half of it was lined with a neatly cut white sponge, on which dozens of silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses were neatly inserted, their ends trembling slightly in the light.

The other half was piled with many clean white cotton balls.

As soon as the lid was opened, a faint smell of medical alcohol wafted out.

The cotton ball had clearly been soaked in alcohol.

This set of silver needles was an old item given to him by his grandmother.

It has been used for thirty or forty years.

The old needle case was worn out, and the box and sponge were assembled by Grandma Guan herself over the past few years.

The alcohol sponge was added later by Qinghe Miao.

In the end, it became his prop.

In recent years, in the world of "Bad Guys", besides managing the Fenglingyue Cinema, providing disaster relief, and organizing production,

Qinghe Miao also frequently provides simple free baths for refugees.

He can handle headaches, fevers, sprains, and common inflammations with modern medicine.

On the one hand, it is about doing good deeds to avoid potential dangers.

On the other hand, he was also consciously working to improve his proficiency.

Because Qing Hemiao discovered that as long as the abilities of [Bai's Traditional Chinese Medicine] were used in the treatment of patients.

Regardless of the method used to cure the disease, it will contribute to a certain level of proficiency.

Qinghe Miao directly wholesales some modern medicines, and when using [Bai's Traditional Chinese Medicine], the effects are mostly immediate.

Although this doesn't provide much proficiency per person.

However, the sheer number of migrants was overwhelming, and their high rate of illness was a significant factor.

After years of accumulation, Bai's Traditional Chinese Medicine became his first breakthrough, reaching the "expert level"!

This means that he has mastered the medical skills of the Bai Xian lineage to the limit that ordinary people can achieve with their natural talents.

He can be described as a miracle worker.

Far surpassing most traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the world.

Beyond that, there are probably only a few people in modern times, and those famous doctors and immortals in Chinese history.

This incident also proves once again that if you want to quickly improve your skill proficiency, simply burying yourself in practice can only guarantee a normal learning progress.

You still need to use a brush in conjunction with it, and the progress will be much faster.

With her thoughts flowing smoothly, Qinghe Miao skillfully pulled several suitable silver needles from the sponge and quickly disinfected them with alcohol swabs.

Then, with a calm gaze and extremely accurate acupoint identification, he gently trembled his wrist.

The silver needles then silently pierced several acupoints around the sting site on the thigh.

These few needles, combined with his own subtle manipulation and guidance of Qi.

Sure enough, the pain subsided quickly.

The toxins were quickly eliminated.

"Okay, it's alright now."

Qinghe Miao yawned and said to his parents:

"You all go to sleep, I've had my needle removed and I'm going to sleep too."

Seeing that he looked normal and his technique was skillful, his parents were relieved, muttered a few words, and went back into bed.

Qinghe Miao sat quietly for a while, and after confirming that it would not hurt, she slowly removed the needle, wiped it with an alcohol swab, put it back in the box, turned off the light, and lay down.

These minor accidents did not have any impact on his life.

As time passed, the day of the university entrance exams in the main world drew ever closer, and the atmosphere on campus grew increasingly tense.

While everyone was actively preparing for the exam, the dungeon world of "Bad Guys" brought Qinghe Miao quite a shock.

Fenglingyueying Temple, main hall and side hall.

"You...are planning a rebellion?!"

Qinghe Miao put down the teacup in her hand, looked up, her mind full of questions.

Looking at the solemn-looking group in front of him, he recognized Huang Wulang as the core representative of the Huang family.

In recent years, relying on the high-quality and rare goods provided by Qinghe Miao, the Huang family has made a great success of their smuggling business, which has expanded rapidly.

Not only has his own strength increased significantly.

It has become a symbol of the local powerful figures, mountain strongmen, and other influential peoples along the ancient Taihang Road.

They have accumulated a vast foundation and network of connections in the Taihang Mountains region.

They have built a massive network of interests.

The relationship between Qinghe Miao, which provides the core source of goods, is deeply intertwined with their interests and extremely close.

That is why Huang Wulang and others suddenly sent a formal invitation to visit a few days ago.

His words were earnest and sincere, indicating that he had important matters to discuss.

Qinghe Miao received the news today and received him at the temple.

After Huang Wulang and his party arrived, they waited for the temple's subordinates to serve them tea and refreshments before requesting Qinghe Miao to dismiss everyone else.

Having received permission, they even signaled to their trusted confidants to go out and carefully close the doors and windows, and to stand guard outside.

If these people hadn't been exchanging pleasantries and testing Qing Hemiao's attitude before revealing their intention to rebel, it would have been a different story.

Qinghe Miao almost thought that the visitors were hostile and wanted to ambush and kill him.

"No, what are you after?"

Qinghe Miao rubbed his temples, finding it truly hard to understand.

These people are now doing well in business, not short of money and food, their influence is increasing day by day, and their relationships are well managed.

Wouldn't it be better to live a peaceful and stable life as an ancient tycoon or a powerful figure in the mountains?

Why would you suddenly... want to do something so promising?

Most importantly, Qinghe Miao went back and investigated in detail.

There is no such name as this group in the history of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period!

They haven't left any trace of their achievements, so where do they get their confidence and audacity?

The leader, Huang Wulang, no longer had the high spirits he had in recent years; instead, his face showed bitterness and helplessness.

He sighed heavily, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Master, you are wise. Unless there is an absolute necessity and great calamity is imminent, who wouldn't want to live a peaceful and law-abiding life? How dare we drag you into this mess, take such a risky move, recklessly resort to violence, and seek our own death?"

He paused for a moment, then began to explain the details:

"Perhaps the Taoist priest knows that the reason our business has been able to grow so large and operate so smoothly is certainly due to the hard work of our brothers and the excellent quality of the Taoist priest's goods."

But without someone to look after them, even if they manage to clear the way, they'll find it difficult to move forward. This outpouring of respect and bribes has never stopped. Previously, seeing that the Taoist priest wasn't interested, and fearing it would trouble him, I didn't say much.

Qing Hemiao nodded; this was the norm in shady business, and he had expected it.

However, the other party never told him in detail about the identities of these people.

They must be keeping an eye on him.