Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

What? Li Xunshan is dead?

Shen Han immediately looked into the clinic.

In the front yard of the clinic, a large group of servants and apprentices had gathered, all of them looking terrified.

"Senior Brother Shen, Li Xunshan's head has been chopped off..."

Feng Hao gritted his teeth and whispered.

Shen Han pushed through the crowd, and there lay a bloody head on the grass, the stench of blood thick.

It was Li Xunshan!

"When was it discovered?" Shen Han asked.

"Just half an hour ago," Feng Hao sighed. "The clinic was about to close when something suddenly flew in from outside the courtyard wall. When we looked closely, we saw it was Li Xunshan's head..."

"That's terrifying!"

The onlookers at the clinic were trembling, and some even felt their legs go numb.

"Has Li Xunshan made an enemy?"

"No, I know Li Xunshan very well. He has always been a very honest and upright person."

"Then how could he...?"

"Could it be that they came for the clinic?"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Shen Han thought to himself, "This morning, Elder Huang and Li Xunshan didn't show up. Manager Qian even sent someone to their home to inquire. I never expected to receive this terrible news this evening."

"Where is Elder Huang?" he asked seriously.

"Reporting to Physician Shen, Physician Huang is not at home. His wife said he left very early."

The servant who had gone to the house to inquire hurriedly responded.

There must be something fishy going on!

Shen Han's heart tightened. Li Xunshan had been killed by the thieves, and without a doubt, Elder Huang had also fallen into their hands, his fate unknown.

"The curator is here!"

At this moment, Han Zhengming and Qian Cheng rushed over.

The crowd quickly made way.

Han Zhengming turned deathly pale upon seeing the severed head on the ground: "To slaughter my apprentice in broad daylight is utterly outrageous!"

"Master, there's something in his mouth!"

Qian Cheng said suddenly.

Indeed, there was a tattered cloth stuffed in the mouth of Li Xunshan's head, with words faintly written on it.

Han Zhengming squatted down and closed Li Xunshan's eyes: "Li Xunshan died tragically in the clinic, and I must take responsibility. Manager Qian, immediately get fifty taels of silver and have someone deliver it to Li Xunshan's home and give it to his family."

"Yes, Master!"

Qian Cheng immediately complied.

Han Zhengming then pulled the rag out of Li Xunshan's mouth, unfolded it, and sure enough, a line of words was written crookedly on it.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen.

After a long pause, Han Zhengming finished reading and said with a stern face, "It was written by the person who killed Li Xunshan."

He gripped the rag tightly, stomped his foot angrily, and roared with rage: "The thief even wrote on the rag that Old Master Huang is in his hands!"

Huang Lao!

Shen Han was taken aback.

So, Old Huang is still alive!

He was both surprised and delighted. Since joining the clinic, Old Huang had taken meticulous care of him. Now that Old Huang was imprisoned, at least he was still alive.

"Master, what is the thief's purpose?"

The doctor in clinic number three asked.

Han Zhengming said bitterly, "The thieves said that I should meet at the Golden Buddha Temple in the west of the city at three-quarters past Xu hour. If I don't show up, Elder Huang will suffer the same fate as Li Xunshan, and his head will be delivered to the clinic on time!"

Golden Buddha Temple?

Shen Han's heart stirred.

The abandoned temple was sparsely populated, but he was very familiar with it. Four nights ago, he had taken the black iron bricks and silk cloth from a hidden compartment there.

"Master, what should we do?"

Qian Cheng asked again.

"This damned world..." Han Zhengming gritted his teeth. "The clinic was extorted by the Black Dragon Gang just a few days ago, and now we've suffered this calamity again. It's really bad luck. I have to go to the Golden Buddha Temple."

Everyone looked worried: "I'm afraid there's danger."

A resolute glint flashed in Han Zhengming's eyes: "Now is not the time to talk about this. I have no choice. If I don't go, Elder Huang will definitely die."

"or……"

"Xiao Feng, what are your thoughts?"

"Find the Black Dragon Gang," Feng Hao said. "They collect protection fees from the clinic every month, so they should lend a hand."

"Xiao Feng, you're too naive."

Han Zhengming shook his head and said, "The Black Dragon Gang is a bunch of ruthless thugs who eat people without spitting out the bones. It's already a blessing that they haven't caused trouble after taking the money. If we want them to get involved in this matter, the price we pay will be even greater."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone knows that what Han Zhengming said is true.

A jackal is always a jackal; how could it possibly offer help out of kindness?

"Then...report it to the authorities?"

The doctor in clinic number nine made the suggestion.

"That won't work either!"

Han Zhengming frowned. "Firstly, the fact that they dared to kidnap and kill people in the county town shows that they are not afraid of the authorities at all."

Secondly, there was less than half an hour left until three-quarters past Xu hour, so there wouldn't be enough time to report to the authorities.

Seeing everyone's panic, Han Zhengming said, "Alright, let's settle Li Xunshan's head properly first. Everyone go home after work. I will handle this matter tonight, and everything will be as usual tomorrow."

"Master, I'll go with you!"

"Me too!"

"Yes, let's work together! There's strength in numbers!"

Upon seeing Han Zhengming's patronage of Bo Yuntian, many people immediately expressed their willingness to go to Jinfo Temple with Han Zhengming.

Everyone understands that the clinic is a unified entity.

One glory and one glory.

Today, Li Xunshan and Elder Huang were attacked; tomorrow, it might be my turn.

Han Zhengming waved his hand: "I understand everyone's feelings, but having too many people go won't solve the problem. Don't worry, I'll act accordingly."

"Manager Qian, could you come here for a moment?"

As he spoke, he pulled Qian Cheng away.

Seeing this, everyone could only leave the clinic. As for what would happen tonight, no one knew.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Upon arriving at the owner's room, Qian Cheng asked.

Han Zhengming asked seriously, "Manager Qian, what is our clinic's annual revenue?"

Qian Cheng hurriedly said, "In the past, the net profit for a year was about six thousand taels of silver. This year, with Doctor Shen, breaking ten thousand taels shouldn't be a problem. However, starting last month, the Black Dragon Gang has been charging three hundred taels a month as a protection fee..."

"Alright, go and get five hundred taels of silver notes and carry them with you."

"What does the curator mean?"

"My analysis is that the thieves are most likely after money when they target Elder Huang and Li Xunshan. They are strong and we are weak, and they are in the dark while we are in the light. For now, we can only pay to avoid disaster."

Han Zhengming sighed. "Also, go to the guard team and get two guards. We shouldn't delay; let's set off immediately."

Soon, the four of them left through the back door of the clinic.

Zhan Chaoyang's injuries hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't go. Qian Cheng called two young, strong men instead.

"Once you arrive at the Golden Buddha Temple, do not act rashly; follow my instructions."

Han Zhengming reminded the three of them, "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. At any time, life is the most important thing."

"We understand!"

The group hailed a carriage, which disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

"I'll follow them and see..."

After they had gone far away, in an inconspicuous corner, Shen Han silently took out a human skin mask from the bronze mirror.

As soon as he put it on, he turned into an ugly middle-aged man.

"Whether it's for the medical clinic or for Elder Huang, I must go to Jinfo Temple this time!"

Heavy iron scimitar, perhaps you will be drawn again!