Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1168 Chen Qishan

The three silver needles were fast and cunning, heading straight for Jiang Xiaochuan's neck and wrist!

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. This girl just started hitting him like that!

Almost instinctively, he reached for his waist and flicked his fingers—

Three silver needles flew out, arriving first despite being launched later, and accurately struck Tang Ran's needle!

Ding Ding Ding!

The six needles collided in the air, creating a few sparks, before falling to the ground.

Tang Ran's pupils contracted slightly, unable to hide her shock. She had practiced hidden weapons diligently since childhood and had never encountered an opponent among her peers, let alone have her unique skill so easily neutralized!

This guy... actually has such abilities?

Just as the two were facing off—

Several whooshing sounds rang out!

Three gray figures landed first, guarding the east, west, and north directions respectively.

Immediately afterwards, a fourth figure gracefully descended, his movements seemingly slow, yet carrying a chilling pressure.

He was an elderly man over sixty years old, with graying temples and a neatly trimmed goatee on his chin.

He was accompanied by a young man in his thirties.

The young man had a fairly decent appearance, with a hint of undisguised arrogance between his brows.

"Tang Ran," the old man said in a deep voice, ignoring everyone else and fixing his gaze directly on Tang Ran, "Is it him?"

Tang Ran suppressed her resentment towards Jiang Xiaochuan and respectfully replied, "Yes!"

Chen Qishan frowned, his goatee twitching. "It really is that old geezer."

He immediately raised his voice and gave the order: "Old Zhao, go after the left flank, Old Li, intercept the right flank, Old Sun, follow me through the middle!"

"Yes!"

The three men in gray responded in unison. As soon as their voices fell, they had already darted several feet away. Their gray robes were torn into three afterimages in the wind, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chen Qishan, who was at the back, did not move in a hurry. When he turned to look at Jiang Xiaochuan, his gaze became more scrutinizing. "Young friend, you will need to wait here for a moment. We will talk to you in detail after we have caught up with the person."

Before Jiang Xiaochuan could respond, his figure had already turned into a blur, leaving only the echo of his voice floating in the air.

"Elder Chen, rest assured! With me here, nothing will go wrong!"

The young man bowed to the illusory figure, his voice full of deliberate respect, while he secretly glanced at Tang Ran out of the corner of his eye.

"Ranran, are you hurt?"

Once Chen Qishan's figure had completely disappeared, he immediately dropped his respectful demeanor and quickly approached Tang Ran, saying, "I have the Murong family's secret 'Skin-Soothing Ointment' here. Applying it for half an hour will stop the pain and help the wound close..."

As he spoke, he actually took out a small jade bottle and pretended to apply medicine to her.

Tang Ran frowned, abruptly shook off his hand, and said in an icy voice, "Murong Jin, take your hand away."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Murong Jin's face, but he still explained with a smile, "Ranran, don't misunderstand, I was just worried about you, I didn't mean anything by it..."

Tang Ran, her face cold, didn't even glance at the bottle of medicine, and said stiffly, "No need..."

Murong Jin's hand froze in mid-air, and the gentle smile on his face instantly faded.

He had long been used to Tang Ran's indifference, but every time he was rejected, he still felt a tightness in his chest.

Murong Jin wanted to say something more, but he saw Tang Ran's gaze sweep over him and land on Jiang Xiaochuan, who was not far away.

Jiang Xiaochuan was facing away from them, one hand supporting himself against the wall, the other gently rubbing his back.

Hattori Hanzo's moves are quite effective. Now, Jiang Xiaochuan's back is burning with pain, and he wishes he could go back and refine ten or eight pain-relieving pills.

Strangely, the old man with the goatee wouldn't let him leave.

Putting aside the old man's unfathomable aura, even the three gray-clad men from before exuded a pressure no weaker than Feng Ji's. He didn't want to invite trouble.

Tang Ran's gaze lingered on the wound for two seconds before she spoke again, her voice flat but just loud enough for both Murong Jin and Jiang Xiaochuan to hear: "Murong Jin, he's injured too. Use your muscle-regenerating ointment on him."

Upon hearing this, not only was Murong Bai dumbfounded, but even Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment—what was this woman up to?

Murong Bai's smile froze instantly; the Skin-Nourishing Cream was a treasure of the Murong family!

He usually wouldn't even use it himself. He originally wanted to use this medicine to get closer to Tang Ran, so how could he possibly give it to this wild boy?

But Tang Ran was staring straight at him with those cold eyes, and he couldn't refuse directly, so he could only grit his teeth and reluctantly hand over the bottle.

"Brother Jiang, right... Use it sparingly."

As soon as Murong Jin said this, Jiang Xiaochuan's hand froze in mid-air—how could he know him?

Jiang Xiaochuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as he quickly glanced at Murong Jin.

The aura of a mid-stage Grandmaster was mixed with a sense of superficiality created by the accumulation of elixirs.

Tang Ran just called him "Murong Jin". Among the six major families, there seems to be a Murong family.

After confirming the visitor's identity, Jiang Xiaochuan became even more puzzled.

Could it be that these six major families had already figured out his background?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a sense of disgust – the last thing he wanted to do right now was get involved with the people of the six major families.

But then he thought again, the deep, bone-revealing wound on his back was still there. If his abnormal self-healing ability were exposed, when Elder Chen and his group returned, they might really tie him up and study "why the wound healed so quickly".

This skin-firming cream is a ready-made front.

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Xiaochuan readily agreed and reached out to take the jade bottle—but Murong Jin pulled his hand back slightly, clearly unwilling from the bottom of his heart.

He struggled a bit to pry the bottle from the other person's hand.

Just as I unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to rub it on my back to get it over with, I heard Tang Ran's voice again: "The injury on your back is below your shoulder blade, you can't reach it yourself, let me help you."

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand trembled, and he almost spilled the ointment in the bottle.

This woman is really ruthless. Knowing that Murong Jin was watching her, she still deliberately did this. Did she think he wasn't being targeted enough?

"Ranran! How could you... How could you apply medicine to this boy yourself?"

As expected, Murong Jin's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

He'd known Tang Ran for so long, and she'd always coldly avoided him when he tried to touch her wrist. Now she was going to treat the wound of a complete stranger he'd just met?

Tang Ran seemed not to hear him or see his anxious expression. She simply raised her chin at Jiang Xiaochuan and said, "Turn around."

Jiang Xiaochuan cursed Tang Ran's cunning in his heart, but still obediently turned around.

The wound on his back was fully exposed, with the skin and flesh rolled outwards and covered in dust, making it look particularly gruesome and terrifying.

He could clearly feel that Murong Jin's gaze was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing straight into the back of his neck, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

When Tang Ran's fingertips landed on the wound, they were slightly cool, and her movements were very gentle, but clearly somewhat clumsy.

When encountering rolled-up skin, the fingertips will subconsciously pause for a moment before carefully avoiding it.

It was obvious at a glance that this was probably the first time in her life she had ever applied medicine to someone.