Capítulo 13: Chapter 13 Zhao Family Martial Arts School, Not a Place to Stay for Long _1
"What? The injury has actually lessened?"
"Take me to see immediately!"
From a distance, a loud cry of astonishment could be heard, coming from an old man's voice, full of vigor nonetheless.
It must be Doctor Xue.
Huang An had a deep impression of Doctor Xue, and naturally understood that Pang Han had invited Doctor Xue over.
After all, it was under Doctor Xue's guidance that Huang An had come to the martial arts school, and his previous health condition had also been treated by Doctor Xue.
Otherwise, Huang An would absolutely not be feeling so relaxed now.
As expected, it was Doctor Xue. Everyone hurriedly got up to greet him.
Doctor Xue quickly arrived at the room where the Master was recuperating. Without wasting any words, he lifted the gauze from the Master's back and began examining the wound.
Seeing Doctor Xue examining the wound without even washing his hands, Huang An shook his head quietly, feeling a surge of secret joy.
He knew it, Doctor Xue, despite his vast experience, superb medical skills, and good medical ethics, still fell short of the same period's surgery on Earth by a large margin.
On the basis of sanitation alone, surgeons on Earth could outperform him by several streets' distance.
Subject to the limitations of his thinking and equipment, it was understandable that Doctor Xue did not understand this aspect.
Watching Doctor Xue busy with his hands and constantly muttering "Impossible, absolutely impossible," Huang An felt more confident about his life-saving martial arts journey.
The Zhao sisters and Pang Han completely understood Huang An's superior medical skills after witnessing Doctor Xue's reaction.
The three of them didn't think much about it. If Huang An was truly better than Doctor Xue, why would he be in such a desperate situation?
What happened next, as expected, was within Huang An's anticipation.
Upon learning that it was Huang An who had stepped in, Doctor Xue chose to believe this unbelievable news after shaking his head and frowning.
The people of the Zhao Family's martial arts school had no reason to lie to him about this.
After a round of questioning, Huang An managed to convince him using the excuse that he had seen many people with external injuries in his quest for medical knowledge, and thus had his own ideas about treating such injuries.
Of course, this explanation was also given to the people present in the martial arts school.
Huang An could guess that he had to explain his origins in order to learn martial arts.
Although the Zhao sisters wouldn't ask him about his past because of his treatment of the Master, Huang An still needed to prepare his explanation to avoid inconsistencies when others asked the same question in the future.
Anyone who hides or makes up their past in a disjointed manner will not gain the trust of others.
With a reasonable explanation, coupled with some ambiguous language, Huang An successfully convinced Doctor Xue and everyone else present.
At last he managed to deceive them. With his nearly professional surgical knowledge, Huang An impressed Doctor Xue.
Doctor Xue, having received new medical concepts, soon left. He was muttering when he left, no one knew whether it was a bad or a good thing.
With Doctor Xue as their guarantor, the people in the martial arts school put their hopes on Huang An.
However, Huang An was unable at that moment.
Since he was not currently able to become a disciple, he decided to fill the last gap in his identity!
Huang An, with the excuse of finding relatives and preparing medicine, reluctantly refused Zhao Le's offer of help. Under the Zhao sisters' farewell, he left the Zhao Family's martial arts school.
The trio agreed that Huang An would return to the school two days later with the necessary medications and tools to completely cure the Master's injury.
A small stall by the roadside was the best place to gather information. Huang An spent only two cents and found out the best dentist in town in exchange for a roll cake.
After careful selection, Huang An found a relatively secluded small house on the east side of the city and bought it directly for twenty-two pieces of silver.
And with a well-prepared excuse, he tricked the dentist's assistant into coming along.
This Feng'an County must be very remote. A yard of about fifty-five square meters was worth twenty-two pieces of silver.
This house was the result of Huang An's careful selection from dozens of houses.
The house had only one owner with the surname Huang in the past twenty years.
The family was small, with only a grandparent and grandchild depending on each other. They had few relatives over the years.
Later, the grandfather and grandson probably offended someone or encountered thieves and were brutally murdered outside the city. The house was then seized by the government, eventually ending up in the hands of the dentist.
Now it was taken over by Huang An, which was extremely convenient.
Huang An bought this house under the identity of a distant relative of this grandfather and grandson.
Of course, this was only disclosed to the not particularly smart assistant after the house was purchased.
Huang An played a time difference game, leading the assistant to mistakenly believe that Huang An had hidden his intentions when he first bought the house, and it wasn't until the transaction was completed that he revealed his identity.
An impeccable disguise.
With his identity issues completely solved, no one could tell that Huang An was not only not of Daming, but wasn't even of this world.
Unless someone personally asked those deceased grandfather and grandson whether they had such a distant relative as Huang An, they might have a chance to discover Huang An's greatest secret.
Having found a house, Huang An was able to relax. He added some furniture in the East city market, bought some firewood, rice, and flour.
The house now had the feel of a home.
During this time, Huang An also got to know a bit about Feng'an County.
However, Huang An did not stay for long. He returned to Earth quickly, dealt with his own affairs after a simple process, and drove out to prepare the final method to completely cure Master Zhao.
Purchasing full-fledged surgical instruments, acquiring surgical teaching videos from medical students, especially those on treating septic wounds, consulting relevant surgeons…
Huang An was extremely busy.
On the eve of the agreed treatment day, Huang An, carrying the old surgical instruments that had been stripped of their markings and packed in hemp cloth, as well as the repackaged drugs, returned to his house in Feng'an County.
Upon a simple check of the house and finding no one had been there, Huang An made simple wash-up and went to sleep.
He was fully prepared.
Despite his still immature technique, all the necessary tools and medicines are ready, coupled with the non-human physique of the school's owner, the operation will undoubtedly be successful.
Huang An set out from the courtyard at seven o'clock in the morning. He walk, ate along the way, and by around half past seven, ran into the anxiously waiting Zhao siblings at the entrance of the martial arts school, along with five or six unfamiliar martial arts disciples.
However, when they got closer, Huang An noticed the weirdness of the atmosphere. The nine of them, including the Zhao sisters who were still jovial the day before, now looked as if their troops had been defeated in battle; all dispirited.
There were also some idle people around, casually pointing at the martial arts school; judging from their attitudes, they didn't seem to be ordinary residents from around the area.
This is strange. Could something has happened these days that I don't know?
Huang An doubted, sweeping the crowd with the corner of his eye.
With his sharp eyes and careful observation, he quickly discovered where the bruises were on everyone's faces, some people moved unnaturally with biting expressions, and even the Zhao sisters were no exception.
Zhao Le had a very obvious hand mark on her left cheek.
Zhao Yan held her arm, which seemed broken.
Who would be so ruthless to heavily injured these two delicate sisters?
"Could they have been beaten by a mob?"
Deeply puzzled, Huang An's heart sank.
This Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy does not seem to be a long-term solution. There have been too many mishaps.
The atmosphere was somewhat strange, Huang An noticed that Zhao Yan had subtly shaken her head at him, her eyes slightly flickering.
The question stuck in Huang An's throat swallowed back down again. His doubts were growing heavier, but on the surface, he acted as if nothing was wrong and followed the two sisters in.
Once through the front door, Huang An could clearly felt everyone sighing in relief.
As he was about to finally ask, Zhao Yan unexpectedly cut him off and spoke softly.
"Junior Brother, are you prepared? Are you confident?"
Noticing Zhao Yan's urgent tone, the hope in her eyes, along with her undisguised anxiety, Huang An was even more curious.
He noticed the obvious fear in Zhao Le's inflamed small face, as well as her ear-popping expression.
Huang An nodded seriously and whispered back.
"Senior Sister, rest assured, I will not make a mistake!"
At the hearing of his words, the two sisters looked as if a heavy burden had been lifted from them.
Zhao Yan then turned around, locked her gaze on the disciples standing behind her, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Guard the front gate of the martial arts school! Don't let anyone approach! Even if the City Lord comes, stop him!"
Although none of the disciples knew Huang An, they still gritted their teeth in agreement, knowing of Senior Sister's temper.
As for whether they could really stop the City Lord, none of them took this seriously.
Huang An only noticed at this moment that these Senior Brothers of his were limping as they walked.
"Senior Sister, what happened?"
Unable to hold back, Huang An finally asked.
"Hmph, last night, the Young City Lord brought people from the Yang Family's Martial Arts School and the Yunshan Business Association over, wanting to see my father. Those treacherous bastards. We stopped them. In the end, they got angry and asked for a competition. But..."
Unable to suppress herself any longer, Zhao Le angrily explained the events. However, at a crucial moment, she was interrupted by Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan casually glanced back, her eyes scanning over the disciples standing behind them. Huang An didn't notice her small gesture.
As soon as Huang An heard this, he paused, without having to hear the rest, he could guess the rest of the story.
It must be the three parties who had the upper hand and had abused the Zhao sisters and the members of the martial arts school.
This is terrible.
Luckily, I was not here these two days. Otherwise, after being severely beaten, who knows if I would have survived?
But, why did these three parties become angry when they failed to see Master Zhao?
There must be some hidden information that I don't know.
Could it be...
Huang An glanced at the two angry Senior Sisters beside him, ruminating silently.
He suddenly realized that it seemed like he had made a dangerous move.
This Zhao Family martial arts school has too many enemies, including the Young City Lord and many competitive rivals.
There were also two forces whose strength he didn't know, the Yang Family Martial Arts School and Yunshan Business Association. However, he estimated that these two forces cannot be small; this was a dire situation.
"Taking advantage of weakness to take lives?"
As this sentence echoed in Huang An's mind, the more he thought about it, the more he felt this was the case. He secretly fretted.
By observing the injuries on the faces of the Zhao sisters, Huang An knew that this enmity was not small, and was likely to be a deadly one.
Unfortunately, he had already joined the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy. It would be difficult for other forces to accept him now.
If Huang An wanted to practice martial arts to survive, it appeared that he had no choice but to pursue this difficult path.
Heavy in thought, Huang An followed the two sisters as they briskly walked towards the backyard.
Suddenly...
"Junior Brother, have you spoken to anyone about my father's injury over the past two days?"
Zhao Yan's sudden question broke Huang An's train of thought.
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