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

He placed the wooden box on the coffee table and said, "Here is the thousand-year-old wild ginseng. Now it depends on your ability."

Ye Fan walked towards Mr. Liu, squatted down and took a closer look, then stood up: "Mr. Liu, you are poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Liu Zhenhua was a little surprised.

"That's right, and it's not just any poison. It's chronic heavy metal poisoning, and it's been going on for seven or eight years." Ye Fan's tone was very certain, "These toxins have already penetrated deep into the internal organs, so ordinary heat-clearing and detoxifying drugs are completely ineffective."

Liu Zhenhua thought about it and realized that seven or eight years ago, he had taken some health supplements of unknown origin to maintain his health. Later, he began to experience various discomforts, but various tests could not find a specific cause.

"Then how are you going to treat it?" Wang Decai sneered beside him, "Are you going to use that thousand-year-old ginseng to make soup?"

"Millennial ginseng?" Ye Fan glanced at the wooden box on the table and shook his head lightly, "No need."

After saying that, he took out a set of silver needles from the small bag he carried with him.

Seeing Ye Fan take out the silver needle, everyone present was stunned, especially Wang Decai, whose face suddenly turned ugly.

"What do you mean? You don't need the thousand-year-old ginseng?" Wang Decai's voice was a little sharp. "Boy, you're not thinking of getting something for nothing, are you?"

"Curing illnesses and saving lives, how can there be a saying of getting something for nothing?" Ye Fan, without even turning his head, began to check the sharpness of the silver needle. "Thousand-year-old ginseng is good, but the key is to find the right medicine for the right condition. For Mr. Liu's illness, acupuncture combined with fire therapy is enough."

"Fire therapy?" Old Master Lin was a little worried. "Wouldn't that be dangerous? Old Liu is already weak."

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Ye Fan looked back at Liu Ying, "I may need your help. Just do whatever I say."

Although Liu Ying was nervous, she nodded.

Seeing that Ye Fan really didn't want the thousand-year-old ginseng, Wang Decai felt both angry and a bit panicked. He had originally thought that even if this guy really had some skills, without the help of thousand-year-old ginseng, he wouldn't be able to cure Liu Zhenhua's difficult and complicated illness. If this guy couldn't be cured, he would have a legitimate reason to kill him, which would be a way to vent his anger at the loss of his previous investment.

But now this kid doesn’t want ginseng. What if it really cures him?

"Wait!" Wang Decai suddenly said, "Since this is a bet, we have to follow the rules. I'm offering a thousand-year-old ginseng as a bet, and if you don't use it, you're breaking the contract!"

Ye Fan stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Wang Decai: "Boss Wang, what you said is interesting. When did curing illnesses and saving lives become about following your rules?"

"I don't care. Either you use the thousand-year-old ginseng, or you admit defeat!" Wang Decai looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

At this moment, Liu Zhenhua, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up: "Boss Wang, the purpose of treating me is to save my life. You should listen to the doctor's instructions on what medicine to use and what methods to use. Are you trying to kill me by forcibly intervening like this?"

Although Liu Zhenhua was in poor health, his prestige remained. When he said this, Wang Decai suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Mr. Liu, I'm doing this for your own good. What if this kid does something wrong..."

"I believe in Divine Doctor Ye." Liu Zhenhua interrupted him and looked at Ye Fan, "Little Divine Doctor, please start."

Ye Fan nodded and began inserting needles into several of Liu Zhenhua's main acupuncture points. His technique was extremely skillful, and each needle was accurately placed on the acupuncture point. The moment the silver needle entered the flesh, Liu Zhenhua felt a warm current flowing through his body.

"Xiaoying, bring a basin over here, preferably white." Ye Fan instructed while performing acupuncture.

Liu Ying quickly found a white ceramic basin and placed it in front of Liu Zhenhua.

"Now go to the kitchen and get some white wine, strong in proof."

Liu Ying ran to get some wine. Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Fan inserted all the silver needles and then took out a small lighter from his bag.

"Doctor Ye, what are you going to do?" Old Master Lin was a little nervous.

"Fire therapy forces out the poison." Ye Fan answered succinctly, "The toxins in Mr. Liu's body have already merged with his blood, making it difficult to expel them using ordinary methods. We must use the heat of fire, combined with the dredging effect of acupuncture, to force the toxins out."

Liu Ying came back with the white wine. Ye Fan took the bottle, sprinkled a few drops on the silver needle, and then lit the lighter.

"Everyone stand back a little, this might get a little exciting."

The moment the flame touched the alcohol, a blue flame erupted from the silver needle. Simultaneously, Liu Zhenhua felt a surge of emotion within him. The discomfort that had tormented him for years seemed to be drawn inward, gathering in a certain direction.

After about five minutes, Ye Fan extinguished the flame and began to gently rotate the silver needle.

"Mr. Liu, you may feel like vomiting now. Don't hold it in. Just vomit it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhenhua suddenly started coughing violently, and then with a "wow" sound, he spat out a large mouthful of black blood. The blood fell into the white ceramic basin, looking particularly shocking.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone was shocked by this scene.

Then, the second mouthful, the third... Liu Zhenhua spat out seven or eight mouthfuls of black blood in succession, each one a little lighter than the previous. By the time the last mouthful came out, it was almost a normal red.

Ye Fan then began to remove the needle, his movements still calm and unhurried.

"Alright." He put away the last silver needle. "Mr. Liu, how do you feel now?"

Liu Zhenhua took a deep breath, a look of shock on his face. "It's amazing! It's truly amazing! I feel so relaxed all over, even my breathing is much smoother than before!"

Indeed, at this moment Liu Zhenhua's complexion was rosy and his eyes became bright, and he no longer looked sickly like before.

"This...this is impossible!" Wang Decai widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

Old Master Lin walked forward, looked carefully at Liu Zhenhua's expression, then turned to Ye Fan and praised him sincerely: "Doctor Ye, your skills are really amazing."

The whole audience burst into warm applause, and everyone was shocked by Ye Fan's medical skills.

After curing Liu Zhenhua's illness, Ye Fan instantly became the focus of the banquet. Countless people gathered around him, handing him their business cards, hoping to make friends with this young genius doctor.

"Doctor Ye, I'm the chairman of the South China Group. This is my business card. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"Doctor Ye, my mother has some chronic illnesses. I wonder if you have time..."

"Doctor Ye, I'm willing to pay you an annual salary of 10 million and ask you to be our company's health consultant."

Faced with these enthusiastic invitations, Ye Fan simply shook his head lightly: "I appreciate your kindness, but I still have things to do, so I won't bother you any further."

After saying that, he took Liu Ying's hand and walked straight upstairs.