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On the other side, watching his old friend leave, Xiao Yefeng stood at the airport ticket counter. After rummaging through his backpack, he pulled out his identity card and couldn't help but shake his head at the information displayed on it.
Name: Xiao Yefeng.
Gender: Male.
Ethnicity: Manchu.
Date of Birth: May 8, 2000.
Address: Tuan County, Jilin Province, Riyue Town.
Issuing Authority: Tuan County Public Security Bureau.
Validity Period: 049 1 1 - 069 1 1.
His new identity card had just been issued today, and the address was the very place where he had served a two-year sentence—Tuan County. The malicious humor of those in power was unbearable. Was this meant to warn him not to break the law?
"Hello, I would like to buy a ticket to Hangzhou, the earliest one!" Xiao Yefeng said as he pulled out a stack of Renminbi from his backpack and headed toward the security check after receiving his ticket.
"Beep~"
After the sound indicating he had passed security, Xiao Yefeng took his backpack from the smiling female Security Officer and turned to leave.
As he walked past the previous passenger, Xiao Yefeng casually patted the man's shoulder. Unintentionally, his left hand brushed against the man's suitcase, discreetly retrieving several large Silver Needles into his sleeve.
However, with the Silver Needles secured, he still needed to address the man he had just patted on the shoulder. The man removed his sunglasses and asked, "Young man, do we know each other?"
"Sorry, sir! You dropped your Boarding Pass!" With that, Xiao Yefeng picked up the Boarding Pass from the ground and handed it to the elderly gentleman, who was now smiling warmly.
At that moment, as Xiao Yefeng handed over the Boarding Pass, he discreetly wiped away some silk thread from it. He had noticed during security that current boarding checks were much stricter than they had been two years ago; the Silver Needles in his pouch were now considered contraband.
Although Silver Needles weren't strictly regulated items, these particular ones were significantly larger than normal. It would be nearly impossible to pass them through security. Thus, Xiao Yefeng had no choice but to stick the Silver Needles onto the side of the old man's suitcase. He felt confident doing so because the elderly man's suitcase handle and sides were made of alloy metal.
Moreover, the most crucial point was that this Suitcase had a label indicating it was exempt from inspection, which was the source of Xiao Yefeng's confidence. However, with Silver Needle successfully smuggled, trouble was sure to follow.
In fact, this was something Xiao Yefeng had anticipated long ago. Who could believe that someone without a background could possess a silver alloy exempt suitcase?
Sure enough, just as Xiao Yefeng reached out to pat the old man, four or five burly men had already closed in around him. At the same time, while Xiao Yefeng was busy tampering with the Boarding Pass, at least two women had come over to pick up the Boarding Pass that had fallen on the ground. Now, facing the old man, Xiao Yefeng found himself surrounded.
"Oh, young man, thank you!" The old man said as he took the Boarding Pass. With a casual wave of his hand, the crowd gradually retreated back into the throng. Xiao Yefeng pretended not to notice the old man's actions and, taking advantage of this situation, walked toward the plane alongside the kindly old man.
As fate would have it, the old man's seat was right next to Xiao Yefeng's. Normally, when flying, all Suitcase-type luggage would be stored in the cargo hold; however, the Silver Alloy Suitcase in the old man's possession remained firmly in his grasp. Since boarding the plane, their vicinity had become densely packed with men and women wearing matching badges on their chests.
Xiao Yefeng initially did not want to attract trouble; however, an incident on the plane changed his mind. After the plane leveled off, he shifted his sitting position for comfort. In doing so, his foot accidentally kicked the silver Suitcase beside the old man. This slight contact produced a faint clattering sound from within the silver Suitcase.
Immediately bending down to steady the Suitcase that was about to topple over, Xiao Yefeng's hand made true contact with the silver hand-held Suitcase. Yet, even this light touch sent a chilling sensation coursing through his fingers and into his Heart. In an instant, a wave of cold nearly froze his Heart, prompting him to quickly withdraw his hand from the suitcase.
At that moment, the old man reacted swiftly; one not-so-aged hand grasped the only handle while his other hand caught hold of Xiao Yefeng's left arm where he had touched the suitcase.
"Are you alright?" The old man asked anxiously as he glanced at Xiao Yefeng's fingers. Upon noticing there were no expected frostbite marks on them, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"I'm fine, sir; it wasn't intentional!" After pulling his left hand away from the old man's grip, Xiao Yefeng struggled to quickly press three acupoints on his left inner arm with his right hand. Instantly, the chill dissipated from his arm; however, this only piqued his curiosity.
"No worries! Oh? Young man, are you injured?" The old man said with a slight wrinkle of his nose as he looked at Xiao Yefeng.
Hearing this made Xiao Yefeng feel puzzled. "How do you know that?" he replied.
"It's not difficult at all. But I must say you're quite remarkable; after all these years, you're the first person I've met who has an injury but managed to hide it for so long," the old man chuckled as he intentionally moved the suitcase closer to himself—though it was clear he didn't want it near him.
"This..." Just as Xiao Yefeng began to think of something to say, he was interrupted by the old man.
"More than that, I'm even more curious about how you don't recognize me!"
Xiao Yefeng smiled helplessly at this remark and replied, "I'm sorry, sir; I rarely interact with outsiders. This is actually my first time leaving home alone!"
The old man was clearly a notable figure in Huaxia, yet Xiao Yefeng's understanding of ordinary people in Huaxia stopped at the memories of when he was five years old. After that age, his comprehension of Huaxia was limited to certain powerful factions, leaving him completely unaware of any celebrities among the common folk.
"Let me show off a bit, but let's get acquainted first. My name is Mei Yulou, and I am a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Of course, everyone in Huaxia calls me Nan Zhen. Honestly, it's been nearly twenty years since I last introduced myself. Haha, it's a familiar yet strange feeling!" The old man said with a smile.
Though there was a hint of self-praise in his words, Xiao Yefeng could sense the helplessness behind the old man's self-deprecating laughter. It wasn't arrogance; rather, it seemed like he was trying to reclaim a part of himself. Xiao Yefeng couldn't quite grasp the feeling, but he could tell that this was a kind-hearted elder. What intrigued him even more was the old man's profession—traditional Chinese medicine!
The term "traditional Chinese medicine" was something Xiao Yefeng was very familiar with because before his two years in prison, he had also been a practitioner of it. Coincidentally, he specialized in acupuncture as well.
When Mei Yulou learned from Xiao Yefeng that he had indeed sustained injuries, he immediately decided to perform acupuncture on him to relieve his pain. He pulled out a pack of silver needles from his suitcase and prepared to administer treatment.
"Uh! Old Master Mei, I don't think that's necessary!" Xiao Yefeng said as he attempted to sit back down.
"Don't worry! Whether it's internal or external injuries, knife wounds or gunshot wounds, I can take care of it all for you. I guarantee that after the acupuncture, your pain will disappear!" Mei Yulou replied confidently, his eyes filled with the assurance of a healer.
However, Xiao Yefeng had his own concerns. To receive acupuncture, he would need to remove his outer garment. While he wasn't afraid of revealing the wound on his right shoulder, he couldn't easily expose the tattoo on his back. Unfortunately, the location of the wound and the tattoo were less than ten centimeters apart, putting Xiao Yefeng in a difficult position.
The old man's compassionate nature as a healer was ignited by the scent of blood emanating from Xiao Yefeng. Yet, refusing treatment was not an option for him, which left Xiao Yefeng feeling quite troubled as he silently cursed himself.
Just moments ago, his left hand had been invaded by the cold aura emanating from a mysterious silver medical case. Instinctively, Xiao Yefeng had pressed three acupuncture points on his right arm: Quan, Kongzui, and Xiaole. While this alleviated the coldness in his left arm, it inadvertently affected the wound on his right shoulder. The previously sealed injury began to bleed again due to this disturbance, catching the attention of the lifelong practitioner before him.
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