Return of the God Of Medicine

“Someone help! Please help my son.” A woman cried, tearily as she held the motionless figure of her son in her arms.” Her husband stepped forward, frowning in displeasure. “You ungrateful w***e! What have you done to my son!” He bellowed in anger. The woman broke into tears, looking at the man who wore an indifferent look, for help. The man finally dropped the bag he was carrying and brought out a small purse from it, he rolled it out and began to bring out needles of different sizes, he collected the boy from his mother and set him down on the couch, without hesitation, he began inserting the needle partially into his body. “What the hell do you think you're doing? Get your filthy hands off my son!” “Touch me and watch your son right before your own eyes!” The man thundered, the woman's husband was startled by the sudden outburst, his icy tone made him shudder in fear and he instinctively stepped back. The boy sudden awoke with a loud gasp and doubled over, throwing up some green slimy stuff that emitted a disgusting stench. “Mom, I feel lightheaded.” The little muttered, weakly. “Who…who the hell are you?” The husband muttered with fear evident in his tone. No one has been able to save his son, absolutely no one. *********** “General.” A white haired man called out, calling the attention of the young figure in front of him. The other men knelt in the cold ice, his heavy imprint embedded in the snow that had a glistening crimson color, little drop of water fell of the snow, melting off almost nothing, he hovered above a younger man whose blood seeped “General.” A shaky voice called out. The General clutched the man's hands and pressed another on the open wound which gushed out blood in excess. “Don't speak, I'll get you treated.” The General urged, fidgeting for his pack of acupuncture needles. The dying man held on to his hand, choking on his own blood and struggling to breath. “It's not just me Sir, they're dead, everyone is and they ambushed us, there's a traitor among the higher ups and-” the man began explaining but the bleeding was too much, abruptly, his oxygen supply was cut off and he gave up the ghost right in the hands of his most trusted General. “General Fang!” The older man called out, worriedly. Fang wiped away his tears with his bloodied hands and closed the eyes of his beloved soldier. He slowly rose to his feet, clenching his jaw and fists. “I'll make those bastards pay!” He swore heavily. He stormed off from the scene and got into a jeep, on his way, he got as much ammunition as he could get and the last call to be out across to him recorded him swearing to make his enemies pay. They were in the middle of a war and his entire battalion had been ambushed and ruthlessly murdered in his absence, all the lives he swore to protect was wasted before his own eyes and he went berserk, killing at least a hundred of the enemy soldiers that day. He annihilated whatever settlement of the enemy he came by, single-handedly. The country was on the winning side because of him and in a month, he became a legend; however; the two countries reconciled and signed a peace treaty. Unaware of this, he continued his killing spree and was declared a murderer, national criminal. He got arrested and because of his connections and people advocating for him, he got sentenced to seven years in prison. Colonel Ling stood outside of the prison the day Ryan was released, he was pleased to see the General and saluted the moment he stepped out. “At ease.” Ryan ordered, dismissively. They said few words to each other and Ryan got into the car, it's the first time since he's stepped out and he knows how hard life would become afterwards. So many things have changed but his grief still remained intact. “Where do I drop you off sir?” Ling asked curiously. Ryan understood that it was out of respect and goodwill Ling had showed up for him, he was a branded criminal in the country. “The Hong tao residence.” Ling drove quietly to the venue and dropped him off at the gate of the estate. Ryan thanked him, hoping to repay the favor someday but Ling was the one in debt, after all; Ryan had saved his life countless times. As Ryan stepped foot in the area he saw a fragile yet familiar figure approach him. “Oh my god, Ruiming!” Ryan instantly recognized the person, no one aside his sister called him by his indigenous name. She ran up to him and engulfed him in an hug, he stiffened but hugged her back. She was the only family he's got, she often visited him in prison as well, telling him where to come to after he was released if she didn't get to pick him up on time. “Come on, let's go in.” She said hurriedly and took his bag from him. He followed her into the house, noticing how thin she was. “Where the hell do you think you're going?” A thick voice thundered. Suzanne turned around to see her husband descending the stairs, she had her head hung low with disappointment, she had thought he'd have left for work already. Ryan sighed. “Brother-in-law.” He greeted plainly, he had gotten the news of her sister's marriage to him when he was in prison. Their family business had collapsed after their father fell sick and even worse since he was in prison so Suzanne had to marry the son of the Hong tao to salvage what's left of their heritage. “Ke-kevin, I thought you left for work already.” Suzanne stuttered. She knew how violent he could be, if she knew he's around, she wouldn't have brought her brother.