"Thank you for saving my life."
The young man, whose life Du Fei had saved, spoke to express his gratitude.
Du Fei replied, "No need to thank me."
"I, Gongcheng Bin, have always disliked owing favors. How about this, you leave me your phone number, and I'll definitely reward you handsomely another day."
The young man spoke again.
Du Fei waved his hand, "No need. This fellow committed suicide by poison. I think it's best to call the police quickly."
"He was targeting me. I'll handle the rest," Gongcheng Bin said, then directly took off the watch on his wrist. "Since you refuse to leave your number, consider this watch as payment for saving my life."
Looking at the watch Gongcheng Bin offered, although Du Fei wasn't knowledgeable about watches, it looked expensive.
He frowned slightly, "No need. I didn't save you for your possessions. As for the watch, I won't accept it."
Following this, Gongcheng Bin directly stated that either Du Fei would leave his contact information, or he would have to accept the watch.
Du Fei truly hadn't expected this fellow to be so stubborn. In helplessness, he finally gave the other party his number.
After noting down Du Fei's contact details, Gongcheng Bin indicated that he could leave now, and he would find someone to handle the aftermath.
Du Fei nodded and left first.
After Du Fei departed, Gongcheng Bin's expression immediately turned grim. He took out his phone, took a photo of the deceased man on the ground, sent it to someone via WeChat, and then made a few phone calls.
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After walking past several more intersections, Du Fei finally managed to hail a taxi.
After getting in, Du Fei asked the driver to take him to a relatively large Chinese medicine store.
Besides planning to treat patients and earn money, he had another reason for coming out today: to buy some medicinal herbs.
Yesterday, upon returning home, he had noticed that his mother's body, due to long-term overwork, needed proper conditioning. Therefore, he planned to buy some herbs to brew a tonic to nourish her health.
The taxi stopped in front of a Chinese medicine store called Ren Xin Tang.
As Du Fei alighted, he noticed that Ren Xin Tang was quite crowded.
It seemed many people still believed in Traditional Chinese Medicine. After all, a culture passed down for thousands of years in China was far beyond what Western medicine, with its few hundred years of history, could compare to.
After inheriting his ancestors' cultivation, Du Fei had gained an even deeper understanding of the profoundness of Chinese medicine.
Entering Ren Xin Tang, Du Fei headed directly for the counter where herbs were sold.
At the counter stood a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses. He was disheveled and engrossed in reading a book on Chinese medicine.
"Shi Changpu, Wild Tianma..."
Du Fei listed seven or eight types of Chinese medicinal herbs in one go.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man paused, then stood up, staring at Du Fei with a tense expression, "Sir, could you please repeat the herbs you need?"
Although Du Fei found the man's reaction somewhat strange, he repeated the list of herbs.
At this moment, the middle-aged man was staring intently at Du Fei, as if afraid of missing even a single word.
"Sir! Please wait a moment."
After saying this, the middle-aged man threw down the book in his hand and turned to walk inside.
Huh?
What was this person going to do?
Fortunately, he returned in just a few minutes.
However, this time, in addition to the middle-aged man, an elder with almost completely white hair and a face full of wrinkles stood beside him.
"Master, it's him."
The middle-aged man pointed at Du Fei.
The elder looked excited, "Sir, are the herbs you just mentioned used to refine the Huoxue Jingluo San?"
Du Fei's eyes narrowed. This elder, just from the herbs he had listed, knew what medicine he intended to refine?
It seemed this elder was also a master of Chinese medicine. However, Du Fei had no intention of hiding anything and nodded.
"Heaven is merciful. I never thought that I, Wang Qiyang, would live to see someone who can refine Huoxue Jingluo San."
Upon receiving Du Fei's affirmative answer, the elder's face was filled with relief.
After some introductions from the elder, Du Fei learned that the elder was the founder of Ren Xin Tang, and the middle-aged man was his disciple, Hu Weiguo, who was now the proprietor of Ren Xin Tang.
"Sir, would you be willing to sell the method for refining Huoxue Jingluo San? I am willing to pay a handsome price for it."
After some exchange, Elder Wang Qiyang spoke.
Hu Weiguo added, "Du Fei, my master has dedicated his entire life to Chinese medicine. This prescription is an ancient formula he obtained by chance. He has spent a great deal of effort researching the method for refining it. I implore you to fulfill my master's wish."
Only those who have truly engaged with it can understand the profoundness of Chinese medicine.
Sometimes, even if you gather all the necessary herbs for a prescription, you cannot produce it if you don't know the refining method.
The order in which the herbs are added, and how the heat is controlled, are details that cannot afford any errors.
Wang Qiyang, an elder in his seventies, displayed an expression of extreme anticipation, akin to a child eagerly awaiting a beloved toy.
"This prescription isn't as exaggerated as Elder Wang makes it out to be. I'll write down the specific refining method for you later."
Since Wang Qiyang was genuinely fond of Chinese medicine, there was no harm in telling him the refining method of the prescription.
Compared to the inheritance his ancestors had given Du Fei, Huoxue Jingluo San was merely the most inconspicuous of prescriptions.
However, the herbs required for those more advanced prescriptions were all heavenly treasures, which Du Fei was currently incapable of collecting.
"Du Fei, thank you!"
"Weiguo, listen! From today onwards, the prescription for Huoxue Jingluo San will be the treasure of our Ren Xin Tang!"
Upon hearing that Du Fei was willing to teach him the refining method, Wang Qiyang trembled with excitement. Hu Weiguo, standing beside him, bowed to Du Fei in thanks, making Du Fei feel a bit embarrassed.
Originally, Du Fei had planned to leave after buying his herbs. However, because of the Huoxue Jingluo San prescription,
Wang Qiyang and Hu Weiguo, the master and disciple, kept him chatting for the entire afternoon. It wasn't until Du Fei repeatedly stated that he had to go home that Wang Qiyang personally escorted him to the entrance of Ren Xin Tang.
"Du Fei, though you are young, as the saying goes, 'in learning, there is no seniority; the wise are teachers.' In the realm of Chinese medicine, I, Wang Qiyang, truly feel inferior. From now on, whenever you visit, give me a call in advance, and I will eagerly await you."
"Elder Wang, you are too kind. It is because of people like you that Chinese medicine can flourish in China. Rest assured, I will visit often when there's an opportunity."
Leaving Ren Xin Tang, Du Fei felt he had returned with a full harvest.
Not only did he not have to pay for any of the herbs he had bought, but as he was leaving, Hu Weiguo also pressed a bank card into his hand with one hundred thousand yuan on it.
Du Fei had initially been resolute in his refusal, but Hu Weiguo explained that it was a token of his master's goodwill. Furthermore, he added that if Du Fei were willing to sell the prescription, people would eagerly pay fifty thousand or even one million for it.
If he didn't accept the money, then Ren Xin Tang couldn't shamelessly accept the prescription.
With the matter put this way, Du Fei had no choice but to accept.