Chapter 51: Qiao Luo Caused a Patient's Death?

Qiao Luo and Qin Yanzhou stared at each other in blank dismay.

A patient disturbance? Or had a genuine medical malpractice occurred?

While Qiao Luo was still deep in thought, the nurse who had been on duty at the reception desk yesterday hurried over. Upon seeing Qiao Luo, she looked as though she had caught sight of a savior, and spoke with desperate urgency: "Comrade Qiao Luo, do you remember the epileptic patient you saved yesterday? She is dead! Now her family members are making a scene!"

Qiao Luo was completely dumbfounded.

Never had she expected that this matter would actually—

Tingzhou was an ancient prefecture with a history spanning a thousand years. From the Tang Dynasty down to the collapse of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Tingzhou had always been a vital transportation and commercial hub along the thousand-li border between Jiangxi and Fujian. Changting County served as the seat of the prefecture, while the seven surrounding counties—Liancheng, Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua, Shanghang, Wuoping, and Yongding—were all under the administration of Tingzhou.

"If that day truly comes, I will help you handle the litigation," Xu Zhenbo's emotions were also stirred up by Feng Xiaochen, and he volunteered with enthusiasm.

Without these two pieces of equipment, which had undergone continuous refinement and evolution, Jiang Feng would never have dared to take the risk of assaulting Qingzhou City, nor would the massive losses that the defensive system of Qingzhou City might inflict upon the Huaiyou Army have permitted such a reckless gamble by Jiang Feng.

Gong Zihua was just about to speak when an itch in his throat caused him to cough heavily twice. A wave of bloody stench welled up.

In Zawahiri's eyes and across his entire face was an expression of unspeakable terror. A string of frantic roars escaped his mouth as, supported by two of his subordinates, he staggered backward step by step.

Deputy Commander Tang was dumbfounded at first, then flushed crimson with anger, yet he had no idea how to respond appropriately.

However, the silver-star insects in this sea of stars were simply far too numerous. After a batch of them was blasted to death, even more silver-star insects swarmed in from the surrounding area. Perhaps drawn by the fluctuations of energy, an even larger cloud composed of countless silver-star insects was rushing over from the distance.

Yu Fangzhi's situation was similar to that of Fu Wei; though his feet were planted on solid ground, his body felt somewhat unsteady. From the ship just a moment ago, he had already seen the vast expanse of the harbor, and the counterpart to that vastness was sheer desolation. To put it simply, there were far too few traces of human labor, and even the dwellings suitable for habitation seemed relatively scarce.

If it were merely a matter of that single affair, Cai You would not have been qualified to participate in such a meeting. He had communicated with Liu Yan through the entire night—what was known as a candlelit nocturnal conversation—talking about Dongmou Commandery, then about Changguang Commandery, before finally circling back to how Liu Yan ought to rise to prominence.

Wang Wenyu narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips curling up into a gentle smile as he glanced sideways at Liu Jingyu with an expression that clearly said, "I am willing, what business is it of yours?"

However, the ashen complexion of Manda Manki at this moment made all the officials present feel secretly elated.

Kirito and Sinon received this exact evaluation from the adventurers who were currently recuperating within the frontline defense lines of Rivera.

Yet he measured how much he understood against the boundless ocean of human knowledge.

Quite a few adventurers curiously went up to gather information, and several guild staff members also came to inquire about the situation. Before long, the monster stampede on the tenth floor spread rapidly.

Though it was an explanation consisting of only a few characters, it brought him sudden enlightenment. He picked up the jar of wine and gulped down a large quantity of the liquid. Though less than a tenth of the techniques from his memory remained, to truly forget them all, perhaps only intoxication could achieve it.

"Guard your original mind, reverse the mental cultivation technique, and I will take you in!" Xiong Huo discarded his usual flippant attitude, continuously casting boundary seals around him, and finally infused a strand of his primal essence into his skin.

"Brother Lang, thank you! Without you, the battlefield situation would likely be far worse than it is now. You are truly too formidable; even I have to look at you in a completely new light!" Chaolang was in the middle of communicating with Hathaway at the moment, smiling faintly at the praise.

No matter how familiar he was with the Ministry of Industry, he was still merely a managed subordinate, which was fundamentally different from Qin Mengxue. This much worldly wisdom he was well aware of.

Cultivators referred to sword cultivators as heretical cultivators, because such people did not cultivate themselves but solely cultivated the sword, and the simplest path of sword cultivation was slaughter—especially the slaughter of other cultivators. By killing cultivators, a slaying spirit sword would devour a portion of the opponent's spiritual power to grow stronger, while the sword cultivator would gain a more resilient body and an extended lifespan.