I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, where they saw an elderly man with white hair and beard slowly approaching. It was none other than Mr. Lin, a leading figure in the local medicinal herbs industry. Although he was over 80 years old, he was still energetic and his eyes were still sharp.

"Mr. Lin!" Mr. Liu stood up excitedly, and the others also stood up to salute him.

Elder Lin sat down surrounded by the crowd. He scanned the room and finally landed on Lin Mo. "I heard there's a miracle doctor here today?"

"It's this Mr. Lin." Old Master Liu pointed at Lin Mo.

A burly middle-aged man with a sneer stepped out from the crowd. He was none other than Jia Ping, the largest local herbal medicine merchant. Having been in the herbal medicine business for over twenty years and having seen countless charlatans, he was extremely disdainful of this young, so-called miracle doctor.

"Mr. Lin, please don't be fooled." Jia Ping said sarcastically, "Young people nowadays dare to call themselves miracle doctors after learning a little bit of kung fu. I think it would be better to let him prove his ability."

A gleam flashed in Mr. Lin's eyes: "How do you want to prove it?"

Jia Ping pointed at Old Man Liu and said, "We all know about Old Man Liu's illness. It's been a chronic illness for many years, and even the experts in the provincial capital are helpless. Since this young man is a miracle doctor, he should be able to cure it, right?"

Old Master Liu's face changed. His illness was indeed difficult to treat. There was a buildup of old toxins in his body, which led to poor blood circulation, and it had become increasingly serious over the years.

Lin Mo glanced at Jia Ping calmly and said, "Curing illnesses and saving lives is a doctor's duty. I can cure this disease."

"Haha, you boast loudly!" Jia Ping clapped his hands and laughed. "But since you're a miracle doctor, you should have some airs, right? What precious herbs are needed for this illness? Just tell me."

Lin Mo looked at him meaningfully: "It does require a medicinal ingredient, thousand-year-old ginseng."

The whole place was in an uproar. Thousand-year-old ginseng was a priceless treasure, and only a handful of people in Yunhai City could afford one.

Jia Ping's smile froze. He did have a thousand-year-old ginseng, a treasure passed down from his ancestors, and normally he wouldn't even look at it. But in front of so many people, the words were out and he couldn't take them back.

"I have thousand-year-old ginseng." Jia Ping gritted his teeth and said, "But I have a condition."

"explain."

"If you can't cure Elder Liu's illness, I'll pay with my life!" Jia Ping's eyes flashed with a vicious light. "Do you dare?"

The entire place was silent, and everyone looked at Lin Mo. The stakes were too high, risking their lives.

Liu Ying nervously pulled Lin Mo's sleeve: "Lin Mo, don't agree to him."

Lin Mo patted the back of her hand and said gently, "Don't worry." Then he looked at Jia Ping and said, "Okay."

Jia Ping laughed wildly: "Good! You have guts!" He asked his men to go back and get the thousand-year-old ginseng, and he had already started to think about the benefits after the death of this ignorant young man.

In less than half an hour, an exquisite wooden box was delivered. Jia Ping carefully opened it and found a thousand-year-old ginseng in the shape of a human. The ginseng was as crystal clear as jade and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

"This is my Jia family's heirloom, the thousand-year-old snow mountain ginseng," Jia Ping said proudly. "It's worth at least 30 million!"

Everyone gasped. Jia Ping had really invested a huge sum of money by betting thirty million worth of medicinal materials.

Lin Mo took a look at the ginseng and nodded: "Good ginseng."

"Now that we have all the herbs, let's get started." Old Master Lin also became interested and wanted to see what this young man was capable of.

With the help of everyone, Mr. Liu lay down on the sofa. His face was a little pale, and it was obvious that he was not completely sure about his condition.

What shocked everyone was that Lin Mo did not touch the thousand-year-old ginseng, but took out a set of silver needles from his bag.

"You don't need ginseng?" Jia Ping was stunned.

"No need." Lin Mo said calmly, "Acupuncture is enough for this disease."

Jia Ping's face darkened instantly. He had offered a thousand-year-old ginseng worth thirty million yuan, but the other party didn't even want it? Wasn't this a slap in his face?

But the words have been spoken, and now I can only grit my teeth and watch it.

Lin Mo's technique was extremely skillful. Silver needles flew across his fingertips, each one precisely piercing Old Man Liu's acupuncture points. As the needles penetrated, Old Man Liu's face gradually became rosy.

"What kind of acupuncture is this?" Grandpa Lin's eyes were full of surprise. Although he was a medicinal material merchant, he also had a good understanding of Chinese medicine, but he had never seen such a magical acupuncture method.

Lin Mo didn't answer. Instead, he took a stick of incense from the nearby incense burner, lit it, and gently smoked the silver needles. This was fire needle therapy, which used the power of fire to stimulate the effects of acupuncture.

As the cigarette smoke lingered, Mr. Liu's body began to tremble slightly, his face turning red and white. Suddenly, he let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying exclaimed.

"Don't worry, this is detoxification." Lin Mo said calmly.

As expected, as the black blood was spit out, Mr. Liu's complexion visibly improved. After spitting out two more mouthfuls of black blood, his breathing became steady and his eyes became clearer.

Lin Mo put away the silver needles. Old Man Liu actually sat up on his own and said in a loud voice, "I feel much better. The dull pain in my chest is gone!"

The whole audience was shocked! This is truly a miracle doctor!

Jia Ping's face turned pale as paper. He never dreamed that this young man could really cure Mr. Liu's illness. And he didn't even use his thousand-year-old ginseng!

"Divine Doctor Lin, I've heard so much about you!" Business leaders came forward one after another, handing over their business cards. "I'm the president of Huatai Group..."

"Divine Doctor Lin, I'm the chairman of Haitian Real Estate..."

"Dr. Lin, could you please leave me your contact information..."

Facing the swarming crowd, Lin Mo frowned slightly and said calmly: "I appreciate your kindness, but I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he took Liu Ying's hand and was about to leave.

"Lin Mo, wait!" Old Master Liu called out to him, "We in the Liu family will remember this favor."

Lin Mo nodded and returned to the room with Liu Ying.

Looking at the two people's backs as they left, everyone whispered to each other.

"Did you see that? Doctor Lin and Miss Liu Ying..."

"This relationship is not ordinary..."

"I heard that Miss Liu Ying has a boyfriend?"

These discussions quickly spread and even reached the ears of Liu Ying's boyfriend Zhao Kai.

Zhao Kai is a well-known local second-generation rich man. His father runs several large enterprises and has a huge fortune. His relationship with Liu Ying is more about the consideration of marriage between the two families.

When Zhao Kai heard his subordinates report that Liu Ying was alone with a strange man in the room, his face instantly turned gloomy.

"Are you sure?" He clenched his fists.

"It's absolutely true, young master. And that man was holding Miss Liu Ying's hand in front of everyone." The subordinate added fuel to the fire.