chapter 4 Five Poisons Dark Hand

Cyneburg asked the driver, "How long until we reach the county hospital?"
"Just about ten minutes," the driver replied.
Cyneburg made a call to a man named Francisco Li, who had once sought his medical treatment in prison. Grateful for being cured, Francisco told Cyneburg that he worked in the intelligence department with significant authority. If Cyneburg ever needed to find someone or track down leads, he could turn to Francisco.
The call connected within seconds, and Cyneburg quickly explained the situation, providing all the necessary details about Andi Wu.
After hanging up, Arlet Tang asked with concern, "Brother, what happened?"
Cyneburg shook his head, his face clouded with worry, "Not sure yet, but I hope I'm just overthinking."
In less than ten minutes, Cyneburg received a location update - Andi's current position, about two hundred meters west of the hospital on a street.
He immediately informed the driver of the location and tried calling Andi again, but still, no one answered.
Five minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley. The driver said, "Can't go any further."
Cyneburg quickly handed the driver the money and rushed out of the car, checking his phone as he ran. Arlet followed him, panting.
After running about a hundred meters, he stopped. The location showed that Andi was nearby. To the left was an old gate with peeling paint on its wooden doors.
'Knock knock knock!'
He pounded on the door, shouting, "Open up!"
After calling twice with no response, he kicked the door open. The sturdy wooden latch broke under his kick, and the doors flew open, crashing onto the ground.
Opening the gate, he saw three old tile-roofed houses in a messy courtyard, overgrown with weeds and cluttered with old items.
The noise startled someone inside. A bald, thirty-something-year-old man with dark skin and a plump body, his arm tattooed with a fierce dragon, rushed out holding a kitchen knife.
"What do you want?" he demanded, brandishing the knife menacingly at Cyneburg.
Ignoring him, Cyneburg activated his Eye of Dimensions and peered inside the house. He saw a girl lying in the left room, her outer clothing half-undone - it was Andi. Beside her stood a man in his twenties, looking out the window.
"You deserve to die!"
Enraged, Cyneburg intended to kill. After over a year of saving lives, today, he wanted to take one.
Having been imprisoned once, he knew he couldn't just kill outright. So, he swiftly pointed a finger. The man with the knife felt a numbness in his chest and abdomen, dropping the knife with a clang.
Cyneburg darted into the house, swift as lightning. Before the young man could react, Cyneburg struck him twice in the waist, rendering him limp and immobile.
On the bed lay the unconscious Andi, presumably drugged. Thankfully, her clothing indicated she hadn't been violated. Cyneburg breathed a sigh of relief.
He lightly tapped Andi's forehead, infusing a strand of Qi. In two seconds, she opened her eyes and joyfully exclaimed, "Brother!"
Upon seeing Cyneburg. She hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Recalling what had happened, her face turned pale.
Cyneburg comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's over now. I'm here."
Arlet, who had followed them in, asked softly, "Is she okay?"
"She's fine, let's go," Cyneburg replied.
Without sparing a glance at the two men, he quickly left the alley with Arlet and Andi, hailing a taxi to the hospital.
The two men sighed in relief. The dark-skinned man, known as Ishmael, grumbled, "Lucky he left quickly, or I would have chopped him up!"
The younger man added, "That was close, Ishmael. Good thing he didn't call the cops."
"Too bad about that girl, she was pretty," Ishmael lamented.
He finished speaking, then suddenly felt a warmth in his crotch. Looking down, he realized, to his surprise, that he had wet himself. What was going on?
The young man experienced the same thing, a puddle of yellow on the ground. Both men wore expressions of terror. Why had they wet themselves? Were they scared?
Unbeknownst to them, Cyneburg, in his anger, had used a martial technique known as "Dark Hand," targeting their kidneys, spleen, liver, lungs, and heart.
Within a month, they would experience kidney failure, spleen rupture, pulmonary edema, heart failure, and liver cirrhosis. If treated in time, they would endure immense pain for another half month before dying.
Their miserable final days were about to begin, plagued with suffering.
Arriving at the county hospital, Andi's mood had improved. She recounted what had happened. She had been on her way to buy snacks for her mother at the hospital when she was suddenly ambushed and lost consciousness.
Cyneburg was filled with a murderous urge every time he thought of what could have happened.
"Andi, how's mom? What's her diagnosis?" he asked, trying to distract Andi.
Andi frowned, "The doctor said it might be stomach cancer. They're planning to do a gastroscopy in a few days to take a biopsy."
Hearing it might be cancer, Cyneburg was shocked but not frightened. His medical skills were more than capable of curing stomach cancer.
He reassured Andi, "It's not confirmed yet. Don't worry too much."
Arlet Tang suddenly spoke up, "I know a miracle doctor. Should I ask him to come and check on our mother?"
Cyneburg didn't take her seriously, merely nodding and saying they would ask for her help if needed.
Before they reached the hospital, his mother, Louise Zhang, called in a panic, "Andi, the village chief is trying to demolish our house. I'm rushing home to stop them."
"Demolishing the house? Why?" Cyneburg asked, frowning.
Louise explained, "They've been talking about demolishing to rebuild. But our house doesn't have complete paperwork and doesn't meet standards. They're demanding 500,000 yuan to be paid to the village chief's son, who will oversee the construction. We don't have that kind of money, and it doesn't even cost that much to build a house. They're bullying us."
Cyneburg's family's house was initially in the suburbs but became part of the city due to urban expansion. Hearing the village chief's son was behind the demolition, his eyes flashed coldly.
The village chief had colluded with Akamu Song's family to pressure him after his father's death. The man was corrupt, relying on his seven brothers to terrorize the locals, above the law, and feared by everyone.
"Mom, don't be afraid, I'm on my way," Cyneburg reassured her before hanging up and urging the driver to speed up.
The taxi arrived at Dongsi Village, stopping at Cyneburg's home.
A group of sinister-looking young men were digging up an old locust tree in front of his house. The tree, over a hundred years old, held deep sentimental value for Cyneburg, who had spent his childhood playing under its shade.
At the door, his mother, Louise Zhang, stood helplessly, tears streaming down her face.