I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 862 - 861: Points of Doubt

If she were free, Beisitian might interact with these people, but the problem is she’s very busy with her own affairs, and has no time to spare for such things.This is why the external world finds Qingyu so mysterious and unresponsive, the seeming mystery is simply because I don’t have the time...

Seeing that the time is about right, it’s a little past eight in the morning. The sun isn’t too harsh yet, and there are six large fans around the courtyard blowing mist, making the center cool even though it’s quite far.

If this group of people were not up to something, Beisitian would have praised their preparations.

The Mystic Doctors around seemed quite pleased with the environment, smiling obliviously, unaware of what lay ahead.

Yet, there were some who were very calm, extremely calm.

At a table to Beisitian’s right front sat a young man, around twenty-four or twenty-five, accompanied by men and women all in their mid-thirties.

While the surrounding discussions were heated, this table was quietly drinking tea. Their tea wasn’t bought from nearby shops but was homemade flower tea in cups.

The young man, sensing Beisitian’s gaze, turned to look at her. His delicate appearance didn’t match that of a leader of a faction, but rather resembled a boy-next-door.

When their eyes met, the young man nodded slightly in polite greeting, to which Beisitian responded with a gentle nod.

Soon after, a group of people emerged from the factory. They wore uniform white robes with intricate golden totems embroidered on the front and sleeves.

This attire might be acceptable here, but if they wore it elsewhere, they’d either be mistaken for filming a movie or considered crazy, with a hundred percent chance of turning heads.

The uniform clothing, however, invisibly added to their aura.

They filed out, followed by a man in a black robe, with silver totems on the front and sleeves, distinctly setting him apart and denoting rank.

"Welcome to the auction. I, Shi Lei, on behalf of the Shi Family, extend a warm welcome to everyone!" Shi Lei smiled accordingly, his gaze scanning the courtyard.

He wasn’t particularly good-looking; his ears were large and prominent, resembling radar dishes, his head small, giving an odd impression.

He mentioned the Shi Family, which many attendees were aware of, but few knew of another Shi Family, equally powerful but different from the well-known Shi Family.

Shi Lei didn’t waste words. He briefly stated that the auction’s theme was to reestablish a branch here and hoped for everyone’s support.

Many were puzzled, knowing the Shi Family’s Beijing branch had been uprooted, yet here they were reestablishing a branch, clearly indicating no issues at the main family. What then was the reason for the prior lockdown?

The attendees weren’t fools; many sensed something amiss, suspecting an internal Shi Family discord.

Though losing the Beijing branch was a significant blow, more affected were reputation and pride.

The main family hadn’t responded, and now with the Shi Family’s high-profile auction to relaunch a branch, internal conflict seemed the only explanation.

Such occurrences were not uncommon, so when Shi Lei announced the intention to reestablish a Beijing branch, none doubted.

Beisitian noticed Tao Hailin glance her way without any pause, conveying not dismissal, but unfamiliarity?

She observed Tao Hailin. Was he pretending? If so, his acting was too convincing.

Yet given Tao Hailin’s persona, it seemed unnecessary for him to feign unrecognition.

Tao Hailin sat between two men, who exchanged no words, just sat there quietly.

Soon after Shi Lei finished, auction assistants brought bidding cards to each table, placing them down.

Beisitian picked up a card, glanced, and set it down. This auction was a front, for even if valuable items were won, would they be delivered?

Likely losses both ways.

It appeared the military hadn’t been idle, lacking independent lineage, they likely infiltrated families or factions.

They couldn’t allow rising family and faction power to surpass military or political authority, seen as a threat.

For national stability and peace, such situations were intolerable.

Though Qingyu currently collaborated with the military, they weren’t military, hence surely military agents were among them.

With that thought, the first auction item was presented—held by a beautiful woman in a light pink qipao. She unveiled a talisman medium.

"This talisman medium is for an Essence Qi Talisman, comparable to the Qingyu Talisman Medium, implying near-Spiritual Talisman effects, starting at thirty thousand, with minimum bids increasing by ten thousand!" Shi Lei announced.

To prevent time-wasting tactics, there were special rules here, like minimum bid increments.

Yet a ten-thousand starting point... does anyone really care about this auction, not even wanting to sell, it seems?

How could anyone compete with such a minimum bid increase?

Still, a talisman medium comparable to Qingyu’s was enticing. With Spiritual Talisman masters like Gu Ran emerging, seizing stages, despite most Mystic Doctors lacking it, the talisman medium’s importance was clear.

This medium for an Essence Qi Talisman, starting at thirty thousand, was reasonable, though the ten-thousand increment was frustrating, people started bidding.

Beisitian was unbothered by the Qingyu advertisement, known by some present, she felt their gazes when Qingyu was mentioned.

The young man to the left front also glanced back, his look seemingly conveying hidden meaning.