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Seeing Fang Zigui still sitting on the ground, Lin Mingchang walked over and extended his hand. "How are you? Are you alright? Is your injury serious?"
Fang Zigui shook his head, covering his left shoulder as he stood up. "Just some superficial wounds, nothing serious."
He looked at the subdued black-clad men and asked, "Did you anticipate that the Gui Xu Society would come to retaliate against me?"
Lin Mingchang nodded. "I figured they wouldn't easily let go of someone who disrupted their plans, especially you. So I made arrangements in advance. However, while I knew you had some martial skills, I didn't expect..."
He paused, grinning and stretching out the last word, "I didn't expect Master Fang to be this skilled!"
Fang Zigui turned away in silence; he really didn’t want to engage with this guy’s teasing.
In early September, the days were getting shorter. The old street in the southern part of the city had few pedestrians. Fang Zigui's clinic had hung a sign that read "Consultations Paused." Through the window, lights could be seen on inside, and faint sounds of laughter could be heard.
Inside the clinic, a red-painted round table was set up with an old copper pot bubbling over charcoal, releasing a rich aroma of lamb and traditional Chinese medicine.
"Brother Zigui, how many medicinal ingredients did you add to this pot?" Lin Mingchang asked as he sat beside him, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pouring yellow wine into several cups.
Fang Zigui smiled and replied, "Thirteen ingredients. It can both warm and replenish vital energy while dispelling dampness and cold. It's especially suitable for you busy folks who have been working hard lately. Especially Brother Mingchang; after being afflicted by that epidemic poison recently, you need to recuperate."
At that moment, Shen Tong and Xiaoshuang came out from the back carrying several plates of washed vegetables. Lin Mingchang quickly ran over to take the plates from them.
Xiaoshuang placed several dipping sauces on the table and asked, "Brother Lin, did you get anything from those Gui Xu Society assassins we captured a few days ago?"
Lin Mingchang sighed. "Nothing at all. These people are clearly well-trained and tight-lipped about the Gui Xu Society's affairs. Even after using some methods, we couldn't pry any information from them."
Xiaoshuang sat down and continued, "I went to Chun Cheng Evening News the day before yesterday to discuss reporting on this epidemic incident with the editor-in-chief. To my surprise, the editor said this matter cannot be reported..."
"Yes, it's being suppressed from above. The official explanation for this epidemic is 'disease caused by water source pollution.' As for the Gui Xu Society's involvement, it's being downplayed under the pretext of 'potential public panic,'" Lin Mingchang said helplessly.
"Here we go again," Xiaoshuang said softly. "Just like Fang Yun's case."
Fang Zigui served the cooked lamb into bowls for everyone and handed them out. "The authorities are unwilling to acknowledge the existence of the Gui Xu Society; however, this means they might continue their activities in the shadows."
"So that's why we're sitting here," Shen Tong suddenly spoke up. "We can do what we believe is right."
"Well said!" Lin Mingchang and Ruan Xiaoshuang clapped their hands on the table simultaneously, admiration practically overflowing from Lin Mingchang's eyes.
Fang Zigui looked at the lively trio before him, feeling an unprecedented surge of passion rise within him.
He rubbed his wine cup thoughtfully. "Shen Tong is right. During this epidemic, I've witnessed your capabilities—Shen Tong's Wang Qi, Xiaoshuang's observations and records, Brother Mingchang's detective skills... I was thinking perhaps..."
He paused, letting his gaze shift between the three of them. "Perhaps we could join forces. I can lend my expertise in medicine to all of you. Traditional Chinese medicine is my family heritage; during my studies in Germany, I also encountered some Western medical theories. Fields like Zhangqi Gu Chong—straddling science and legend—are precisely what I wish to explore."
"Alright!" Lin Mingchang was the first to raise his glass and stand up. "Since that's the case, let's consider this Lamb Hotpot dinner our alliance feast!"
"Cheers!"
The four clinked their glasses together.
Lin Mingchang downed his drink in one go and declared loudly, "I am the 'Scout' of the team, uncovering secrets and seeking the truth."
Shen Tong took a small sip and continued, "Then I am the 'Eye' of the team, gazing at the truth and peering into the hidden."
Xiaoshuang drank her full cup with gusto, saying, "Then I am the 'Witness' of the team, preserving evidence and solidifying reality."
Fang Zigui laughed heartily in agreement, "Good! Then I am the 'Healer' of the team, countering evil forces and resolving crises."
Amidst the swirling steam of the Lamb Hotpot, the four raised their glasses once more and drank heartily.
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