Chapter 898

The people of Jiren Hall discussed in a panic.

Tang Mingsong said urgently: "Physicians! Can you listen to me finish before making a decision? White Lead Disease is not contagious. As long as you can cure my brother's illness, I am willing to pay the price!"

"Little brother, you are joking with your life!"

"That's right! People like you don't understand the severity of White Lead Disease at all! Take your brother and leave quickly!"

The many physicians looked at Luo with great disgust, as if Luo were the most trashy thing in the world!

Tang Mingsong felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart; how did he encounter such a situation?

Luo ran out even more sadly. The discrimination against him in this world had always existed. Wasn't it just that he had White Lead Disease?

Tang Mingsong directly set fire to the Jiren Hall, the soaring flames illuminating half the sky.

The fire at Jiren Hall burned for a full three or four hours before it was extinguished, and all the medicinal herbs inside were burned to ashes!

Tang Mingsong caught up to Luo and apologized: "I'm sorry, Luo, the medical clinic I found was full of quacks!"

"I didn't blame you." Luo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said. He was still very sad.

"I will cure you." Tang Mingsong patted Luo on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Thank you." Luo lowered his head.

Luo felt a long-lost warmth from Tang Mingsong, a kind of care that asked for nothing in return. This made Luo very happy; he even hoped that this feeling could last forever.

"Little brat, I'll take you to other towns to continue looking for famous doctors! I don't believe there is really no one in this world who can save you!" Tang Mingsong looked at Luo and said.

Luo shook his head and said: "No need."

"Don't you want to cure your body?" Tang Mingsong asked in surprise. He didn't understand why Luo refused him.

"You saw it too. The prejudice this world has against me is too great. Every time I see those doctors refuse to treat me, the pain in my heart is a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than death!"

Luo's gaze gradually turned cold.

He had tried to change it, but it was useless because he was an outcast and couldn't integrate into normal crowds in this world.

Tang Mingsong rubbed Luo's hair: "I'm sorry, it was my impulsiveness that put you in such a situation. I will do my best to protect you and not let others bully you. Can you trust me?"

"En, I trust you." Luo answered earnestly, then added: "But I don't want to implicate you."

"You won't drag me down!" Tang Mingsong said firmly.

Tang Mingsong continued to take Luo around the world looking for famous doctors.

But those doctors, once they saw the mottled white body on Luo, would have expressions of extreme terror!

Many famous doctors avoided Luo's body as if it were a plague.

Tang Mingsong glared at them angrily: "How can you, as doctors, refuse to save someone in danger? Where is the medical ethics in your hearts!"

"Hmph, who would dare to treat this White Lead Disease?" An older physician said disdainfully: "Take that child away quickly, or I will report you to the government immediately!"

Tang Mingsong was furious. These quacks!

He clenched his fists in hatred. He wanted to kill!

Suddenly, he looked outside the medical clinic. A troop of cavalry was galloping over.

A gloomy light flashed in Tang Mingsong's eyes. These cavalrymen actually found this place?

Could it be just to arrest Luo, this patient with White Lead Disease?

"Run! We must leave here as soon as possible!" Tang Mingsong grabbed Luo from the ground, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and then ran quickly out of the medical clinic and into the streets.

The sound of hooves echoed through the entire street.

"Quick, stop that man in front!"

Jujube-red horses galloped forward quickly, the knights on their backs all looking spirited and heroic.

"Stop!"

"Put that child down, and I'll spare your life!"

"If you don't put him down, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Tang Mingsong looked at the enemy troops getting closer and closer, so he had to activate his ability and deprive them of their hearing.

People are extremely vulnerable when they suddenly lose their hearing.

Tang Mingsong grabbed Luo and ran wildly, leaving those knights behind.

Finally, in a hidden alley, Tang Mingsong hid Luo deep inside.

Tang Mingsong squatted on the ground, panting heavily: "Luo, do you know? Before, in order to keep you from colluding with Tang Mingge and his group, I didn't even hesitate to use fists and kicks on you every day!"

"Ever since I heard about your tragic encounter, I have been determined to help you. But today, I have finally fulfilled my wish."

Luo looked at Tang Mingsong blankly, as if he couldn't believe that those words were spoken by Tang Mingsong.

Tang Mingsong revealed a very warm smile: "When you stabbed me with a knife, I didn't feel pain. On the contrary, I could feel your pain. A child not even ten years old, yet bearing so many hardships. It's truly pitiful."

"No matter the result, I will do my best to save your life!"

【Oh my god, what a gentle man this is. No wonder Luo would take revenge on Tang Mingge so crazily after Tang Mingsong's death!】

【This guy really brought redemption to Luo's tragic childhood.】

【It's a pity that such an angelic figure still couldn't escape the fate of being killed.】

Tang Mingsong slowly reached out to touch Luo's cheek and sighed softly: "Even if it bankrupts me, I will save you!"

After Tang Mingsong finished speaking, he took Luo and continued the journey to find famous doctors.

Half a year later.

Tang Mingsong and Luo finally found a god-like physician of national caliber.

This god-like physician, after learning about Luo's condition, was silent for a long time, then said two words: "Impossible!"

This time, it wasn't just Tang Mingsong's heart that was broken; even Luo's heart was broken.

"Don't torture me anymore. This simply cannot be cured." Luo lay on the bed, his face full of decadence.

"Luo, don't give up hope!"

"You don't understand!" Luo closed his eyes helplessly: "There is simply no doctor in this world who can cure me."

Tang Mingsong persisted: "We have to try!"

Luo could already feel the vitality in his body slowly slipping away. He didn't know how much longer he could live; perhaps he would die tomorrow morning.

After Tang Mingsong's repeated persuasion, Luo finally nodded in agreement, although this was likely the last time he would see the sun.

"Tang Mingsong? I didn't expect you to be here!"

At this time, Tang Mingge's secret sound transmission came through.

"Damn, I've been discovered!" Tang Mingsong thought it was bad.

"Tang Mingsong, in the half year you and Luo have been gone without a word, have you found a famous doctor to save Luo's illness?" Tang Mingge asked.

Tang Mingsong gave Luo a look, signaling Luo to answer.

Luo looked at the look Tang Mingsong gave him and was stunned for a moment: "No."

"Luo? I haven't been in touch with you for half a year, and your voice seems even weaker."

"Yes, Boss, I'm afraid I will soon..."

"Hehe, Luo, don't belittle yourself. Do you know that during the time you disappeared, our gang was also looking for medicine that could cure your illness.

Now I have indeed found something that can cure you, an ancient secret manual called the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*. Those who cultivate it can reshape a person's body at will."

"What?!" Tang Mingsong was shocked: "Ghost Cry Cutting Technique?!"

This secret manual once shocked the entire Jianghu and was an ancient secret manual that made people tremble with fear!

There is even a legend that martial artists who use the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* can grant people immortality.

"Tang Mingsong, bring Luo back! Our gang members will all help Luo treat his injuries, so you can rest easy."

After Tang Mingge finished speaking, he cut off the secret sound transmission.

"Haha, Luo, did you hear that? You can recover your health!" Tang Mingsong said excitedly: "Your illness can be saved!"

"Yes, Mr. Tang Mingsong!" Luo also appeared extremely excited!"

Tang Mingsong shook his head: "Luo, you don't need to thank me, because I like you myself! So all of this is worth it! But we can never return to the Tang Gang. My identity has probably been discovered by Tang Mingge!

If we go back like this, Tang Mingge won't just refuse to give you the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*, he will also kill both of us!"

"What should we do now?" Luo looked at Tang Mingsong in confusion.

Tang Mingsong clenched his fists and lowered his head: "Perhaps we can only get ahead of Tang Mingge and snatch that *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*!"

Tang Mingsong pulled Luo's wrist and prepared to leave: "Luo, let's go!"

"En!"

According to the information provided by Tang Mingge, the two of them arrived at the gathering place of the martial artists who possessed the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique*.

Tang Mingsong and Luo hid in a corner, carefully observing the situation around them.

"You say, does that *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* really exist?" asked a tall and thin young man. ===== CHAPTER 899 =====