Not far past the intersection ahead, upon turning the corner, Zhang Yang immediately understood why the taxi had crashed.

This was a main road; normally, even a sharp turn wouldn't be an issue—the width allowed for such maneuvers. However, if a large truck was stopped in the middle of the road during the turn, the outcome would be disastrous.

The taxi had slammed directly into the rear of the truck, flipping onto its side and coming to rest upright.

A small crowd had gathered near the taxi, but instead of immediately rescuing anyone, they merely stood pointing and murmuring. Some glanced once and then hastily retreated far away from the roadside.

Zhang Yang quickened his pace, soon reaching the overturned taxi.

The cab was resting on its side. There were four people inside, though the "vacant" light was still illuminated.

The driver was in the front, and behind him were three individuals: two men and one woman, crushed together. These details were secondary; the main issue was that the two men were wearing terrifying black ski masks and both held knives.

One of the men had driven his own knife into his body, blood pouring down, and he was currently unconscious.

Black masks, sharp knives—it was immediately clear these were not good people, which explained why no one was trying to pull them out, and why others had fled.

Seeing the figure sandwiched between these two men, Zhang Yang paused abruptly.

It was the young girl who had lost her pet ferret and rushed back looking for it. Now, the girl was also unconscious, slumped against one of the men.

Had this girl been kidnapped?

Zhang Yang instantly grasped the situation. No wonder the taxi was speeding with its vacant light on and refusing to stop; they were bound to be kidnappers, and the girl was their target.

Zhang Yang wasn't surprised that the girl had been abducted.

Dressed head-to-toe in designer clothes and driving a Ferrari, it was obvious to anyone—even the blind—that she was a wealthy heiress. If not her, then whom?

Seeing that someone had already called the police, Zhang Yang abandoned the thought of calling himself and walked directly to the car door, peering inside.

Three of the four people were unconscious. The only one awake was pinned at the bottom, unable to move, shouting weakly for help, but the pressure made his voice thin and faint.

Since the car was resting on its side, Zhang Yang dared not move anything hastily and decided to observe first.

Of the four, the kidnapper who had stabbed himself was the most severely injured. He was unlucky; the blade had lodged deep in his shoulder. If left alone, massive blood loss alone could kill him soon.

The easiest person to save was the driver.

He was in the front, merely pinned by the steering wheel, left hanging without anything else obstructing his body.

"Come on, everyone, lend a hand! No matter who they are, let's get them out first. In this state, they can’t cause any trouble!"

Zhang Yang called out to the onlookers. His words spurred several hesitant people into action, ready to assist. They had wanted to help all along, but the frightening appearance of the occupants had held them back.

Under Zhang Yang's direction, two people went to rescue the driver, while Zhang Yang led the others toward the rear passengers, paying special attention to the bleeding man, who was the primary focus.

Screech!

The people standing beside Zhang Yang stared at him in shock.

Zhang Yang had simply reached out and ripped the car door off its hinges. No one expected such quiet, scholarly-looking young man to possess such immense strength.

It explained why he wasn't intimidated by the people inside the car.

Tearing the door off was Zhang Yang's last resort. While his strength was considerable, it wasn't enough to rip metal unaided; he had infused it with internal energy (neijin). Saving lives was paramount; he couldn't worry about subtlety now.

With the door torn open, the interior became clearer. After a brief inspection, Zhang Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The bleeding man on top was only slightly wedged by the driver's seat; the obstruction wasn't deep, and he could be pulled free.

Zhang Yang retrieved his needle case from his canvas bag, took out four needles, and inserted them into the man's body.

These were hemostatic needles. The knife was still lodged in the man, but since the blade was too large, Zhang Yang dared not pull it out without proper tools. He could only slow the bleeding first, dealing with it properly once the man was out.

After administering the needles, the rate of bleeding slowed significantly within moments.

The bystanders' eyes widened further. They hadn't expected this young man to possess not only great strength but also skills as a doctor—at least, the needling looked professional and had yielded results.

"You two support his head, and I'll move the lower section. Be careful—do not touch the knife!"

Zhang Yang instructed those nearby. The best rescue method now would be to wait for professionals, but they couldn't wait that long. Zhang Yang’s needles had merely slowed the flow; a blade that large required wound treatment, not just acupuncture, to stop the bleeding entirely. Zhang Yang was a divine physician, but he wasn't a deity.

The two men immediately agreed, gripping the injured man's head and beginning to drag him out. Meanwhile, the team helping the driver had already pulled him free and laid him on the ground.

"One, two, three!"

As the group pulled hard, Zhang Yang suddenly slapped the driver's seat, causing it to shift forward slightly, clearing the obstruction that had been pinning the man. This allowed the rescuers to pull him out smoothly.

Once free, this man was also placed on the ground. A few kind-hearted young men were already discussing whether they should find rope to bind the attackers. These guys in black masks holding knives looked exactly like TV robbers.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang stopped them. The man had lost too much blood; even if he woke up, he posed no immediate threat. Tying him up would further slow circulation, and the man could easily die. In that scenario, their good intentions would make them murderers.

The young girl had a bleeding wound on her head, though the flow was minor. Zhang Yang wiped it clean and used a piece of cotton cloth to bandage it. It appeared she had hit her head during the impact.

The cotton cloth was, of course, one of Zhang Yang's personal spares.

Her position was relatively secure. After the bleeding man was pulled out, they extracted her too. Only then did everyone notice her arms were bound behind her back, though not tightly—it seemed they had only just secured her.

Now, without Zhang Yang needing to explain, everyone understood the situation. The men in black masks were the villains, and the bound person was the victim.

Seeing how young the victim was, the women in the crowd became overwhelmed with sympathy. They carefully supported her, constantly calling her name, hoping to wake her.

The last person pulled out was conscious, but his condition was also poor. As they pulled him out, he cooperated fully, crying out constantly that his leg was broken. His knife had already been retrieved by Zhang Yang, wrapped in a plastic bag, and handed over to a specialized person for safekeeping—these were, after all, deadly weapons.

The sound of sirens arrived shortly after. The police response time in Shanghai was quite efficient; they arrived minutes after the call.

Faced with the scene, the officers were momentarily perplexed. It was obvious this was a kidnapping gone wrong—the kidnappers had crashed while holding their captive. They were all injured and couldn't be taken to the station immediately, so the police waited with the group for the ambulance.

Other officers began questioning witnesses about the details. Soon, the name of a young man holding a pet ferret began circulating. He was the first to provide aid and implemented the most logical plan, swiftly extracting people from the wreckage. This young man could also administer injections to stop bleeding, and he possessed immense strength, having ripped a car door off with his bare hands.

Everyone spoke of this young man, but when the police looked for him, he had vanished. No one knew when he left.

The person the police sought—the person everyone had been talking about—was, naturally, Zhang Yang.

The moment the police arrived, he had packed his things and quietly slipped away. The victims were safe; his task was complete. During the extraction, he had checked everyone; they all suffered external injuries, nothing life-threatening. The only potential issue was the girl's head injury, which might result in a mild concussion. That wasn't a major problem; it would be resolved at the hospital.

Zhang Yang left partly to avoid trouble. If he had stayed, he would inevitably be taken to the precinct for questioning. Regardless of the time spent, it was an annoyance, and places like police stations were something Zhang Yang habitually kept his distance from.

He called a cab and returned to his hotel alone, in reasonably good spirits.

He had thoroughly validated the treasure-hunting ability of Wuying, which had also netted him an extra twenty million in cash. Twenty million wasn't a small sum for Zhang Yang. It meant all the cars he bought in Shanghai this trip were essentially free, with over ten million left over as cash profit.

At this point, the cash balance in Zhang Yang's personal account exceeded fifty million. He was now a genuine, bona fide multi-millionaire.

Zhang Yang quickly handled his lunch alone, while the others attended to their own affairs. In the afternoon, Zhang Yang planned to visit various pharmacies, hoping to find some high-quality medicinal herbs with significant age.

Previously, with only Shandian, the medicinal pills Zhang Yang made were sufficient as snacks. Now, with the addition of Wuying, he had two little gluttons, and the supply of pills he held was rapidly dwindling. For the sake of these two little creatures, Zhang Yang had to exert himself and visit apothecaries to procure some quality ingredients.

Shanghai’s Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) market couldn't compare to Zhaoyi. Zhaoyi was the largest wholesale base for TCM ingredients in the country. Unfortunately, he couldn't travel there now, so he had to make do here.

After leaving the hotel, Zhang Yang didn't drive. He called a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the largest and most comprehensive TCM pharmacy in Shanghai. Unlike Zhaoyi, where he could visit a massive market and carefully select anything he needed, here he had to rely on individual shops. Generally, larger pharmacies would stock some respectable ingredients. Just as he did in Changjing, if he visited all the major drugstores, he was bound to find what he required.