The ancient medical field’s major clans can be counted on one hand.
Meng Xiong only knew of one with the last name "Ying."
Ying Zijin.
The newly risen genius in the ancient medical field, she had already surpassed Foo Chen.
Although Foo Xi didn’t show it outwardly, she obviously had a high regard for her as well.
Just yesterday, Meng Xiong had especially thanked Ying Zijin, grateful that she saved several members of the Meng family.
How could this be...
Meng Xiong’s hand trembled, and the token dropped to the ground.
The butler was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to breathe too loudly.
He began to see the token and couldn’t believe it himself.
But after thinking carefully, it made sense.
Indeed, Ying Zijin’s rise in the ancient medical field was excessively fast, all within half a year.
From the start, she showcased unparalleled medicine refining technique.
Her acupuncture skills are probably not far behind.
Moreover, she had lived in the secular world before, with no resources at her disposal, so where did all her medical skills come from?
It truly was inconceivable.
But if she was an evil doctor, she indeed could have used unorthodox and heretical methods for accelerated success.
That’s also why at the last Pill Alliance Meeting, they initially suspected Ying Zijin was an evil doctor.
"This is no longer a decision we can make," said Meng Xiong with some weariness, "I suspect the news has already spread to the Ancient Martial World by now, and we can’t hide it. Whatever needs to be done, let’s do it."
**
Ancient Martial World.
Martial Alliance Headquarters.
Inside a study.
A young man was reading a book.
This was Cheng Jin, the Young Master of the Martial Arts Alliance.
He wasn’t the son of the Alliance Hierarch but his only direct disciple.
A guard knocked on the door.
Without looking up, Cheng Jin said, "Come in."
The guard entered, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a low voice, "Young Master, Miss Qingxue... has gone."
Cheng Jin’s hand paused on the book.
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Elsewhere, at Imperial Capital University.
Ying Zijin had just helped Zuo Li complete an experiment.
Zuo Li was very pleased and wanted to treat her to hot pot.
After thinking it over, Ying Zijin felt she could save a meal’s worth of money and agreed.
The most important thing was that Fu Yunshen wasn’t around, so she wasn’t being monitored and could indulge in spicy and oily hot pot and drink a few bottles of cola.
Ying Zijin sent Fu Yunshen an emoticon suggesting she was still busy with experiments, and then two new messages popped up on her WeChat.
[Foo Chen]: Master, it’s bad! Just now, news came from the Meng family that Meng Qingxue died, she died yesterday!
Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The second message followed quickly.
[Foo Chen]: But the damning thing is that she was killed by an evil doctor, and what’s worse, your identity token was found at the scene! The Ancient Martial World is all stirred up, what do we do, Master? They all say you’re an evil doctor! And a high-ranking one at that!
Ying Zijin paused for a moment, her expression calm, and replied.
[It’s alright, it was expected.]
[Foo Chen]: Master, really? Could you have anticipated this? Why was it expected?
[Not anticipated, just deduced. The evil doctor aims for all talents within the ancient medical field. We were both supposed to die on that mountain, but both you and I survived.]
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