Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 319: What Kind of Divine Posture Is This_1

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: What Kind of Divine Posture Is This_1

Looking at the eighteen Qiankun Elixirs inside the pressure cooker, Mo Han let out a long sigh of relief.

This was his first time refining elixirs, and without much experience, he was quite lucky to have succeeded.

He casually picked up one of the Qiankun Elixirs. Its quality was decent, a brown exterior with a ring of purple patterns around it. Holding the elixir, his palm felt warm, indicative of the substantial energy contained within.

According to Mo Han’s estimation, one-fourth of this quantity would be enough to completely heal Old Zhou’s heart and lungs torn by gu insects, and the old wound in Old Tang’s chest from a stabbing two months prior.

More troublesome were Zhao Yumo’s lower limb nerve damage and Elder Gui Nongsang’s internal organs. The former had been in a coma for ten years, with severe degeneration and atrophy, and was not easy to treat.

The latter, while not having been injured for long, had suffered fatal wounds. Elder Gui managed to survive by sheer tenacity: on one hand because he was a doctor who understood medical principles and had conditioned his body well, and most importantly, he was supported by a strong willpower.

Nevertheless, even with such complications, half a Qiankun Elixir would be enough to handle it.

The Qiankun Elixir was something that could reverse fate and save people on the brink of death.

It was no exaggeration to say that as long as one was still breathing and not completely dead, the Qiankun Elixir could bring that person back to life.

Mo Han took out two jade bottles that he had prepared from his bag. He kept ten for himself and planned to give the remaining eight away.

Glancing at his phone, it was almost five o’clock.

He immediately made a call to his wife, "Hey, Ning’er, I have some things to attend to tonight, so I won’t be coming home for dinner."

"Hmm."

Having resolved her misgivings the night before, Luo Ning naturally wouldn’t prevent Mo Han from going out. She smiled slightly and said, "Come back early."

"Okay."

Mo Han nodded and then placed a call to He Chen, "Old He, is the hotel booked?"

"Mister Mo, it’s all set. It’s at the Cuiyunxuan Hotel in North City. The location is a bit remote, but it’s quiet there," He Chen replied respectfully.

"I’ve booked the entire place, we can go there anytime."

"Great! Remember to bring your wife too."

Mo Han nodded, ended the call, and then called Tang Guowei, Wen Tianning, Zhou Zhishan, Zhu Wenjin, and Gui Nongsang one after another.

Once they heard that the elixir was ready, they were overjoyed.

Zhu Wenjin, in particular, was surprised. In recent times, the younger members of the Zhu Family had repeatedly spoken disrespectfully about Mister Mo, and Zhu Guifen had even struck Mrs. Mo. Zhu Wenjin thought Mister Mo would definitely ignore him.

However, unexpectedly, Mister Mo took the initiative to call him today, saying he was in a good mood and inviting him over for a meal.

"No! I absolutely can’t go empty-handed! I should show some sincerity!" Zhu Wenjin said to himself after pacing around his room. He clenched his teeth and took out his checkbook, wrote down a string of numbers, but then feeling it wasn’t secure enough, he made another call, "Xiuli, accompany me to a dinner gathering tonight..."

When Gui Nongsang received the call, his heart thumped hard.

He had lost all hope for his illness and figured he had at most three months to live. But hearing that Mo Han had successfully refined the Qiankun Elixir and even invited him to dinner, he was stunned for a long time.

In fact, he and Mo Han were not close; they had only met once at He Chen’s residence. But when he returned the Hundred-Year Changbai Ginseng, Mo Han had asked for it, and promised to give him an elixir if the refinement was successful.

Now, Mo Han was about to fulfill that promise.

Gui Nongsang held the utmost respect for Mister Mo, a medical practitioner of such trustworthy promises and unparalleled kindness.

"Ru Yun, we mustn’t forget Mister Mo’s great kindness!"

"We don’t have anything impressive to offer, so go and take down the Peony Poem Scroll by Song Huizong that I have treasured for many years..."

...

At dusk, Mo Han rode a shared bicycle and arrived at the Cuiyunxuan Hotel in North City.

Unexpectedly, everyone had already arrived early, waiting at the hotel entrance for Mister Mo’s arrival.

It was fortunate that the Cuiyunxuan Hotel was in a secluded location and had been booked out, as there were very few people coming and going.

Otherwise, if there were any knowledgeable people who came to the entrance and saw this setup, they would probably be scared out of their wits.

At the entrance, from left to right, stood four proud old men with folded hands.

The one on the far left, with a restrained expression, was none other than Zhu Wenjin, the head of the Zhu Family, who had caused trouble with Mister Mo.

The one next to him, speaking eloquently, upon closer inspection, would be recognized as Zhou Zhishan, the head of the Zhou Family, ranked third among the Four Great Families.

Looking at the man in the middle, though his hair was somewhat grey, he stood firm like a sturdy mountain. He was Tang Guowei, head of Jiangling City’s largest and most powerful family, the Tang Family.

The man on the far right appeared calm, but his palms were sweaty. He was Wen Tianning, the head of the Wen Family. Among the four heads, his health was the worst, spending two to three months a year bedridden.

This was the reason he had entrusted the Wen Family business to his granddaughter, Wen Biyu. If possible, he certainly desired a Qiankun Elixir to improve his health.

The esteemed heads of the Four Great Families of Jiangling City had all arrived.

What’s most exceptional were the appearances of Tang Chuchu, Wen Biyu, Zhou Yutong, and Zhu Xiuli, the four most beautiful flowers of Jiangling City, all present at the same time.

This lineup was truly intimidating...

"Ah Chen, who are all these people?" Zhao Yumo asked curiously while sitting in her wheelchair next to the hotel’s entrance.

Although He Chen had helped Mo Han book the venue, he had no qualification to stand in the hall compared to the heads of the Four Great Families, so he waited on the side, pushing his wife’s wheelchair. He chuckled awkwardly and whispered a few words in Zhao Yumo’s ear.

Upon hearing it, Zhao Yumo was so shocked she almost leapt up, "What? They... they are the heads of the Four Great Families of Jiangling City?"

"What kind of divine assembly is this..."