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

Lin Fan was sorting medicinal herbs in the clinic when he heard familiar footsteps outside. It was Zhang Ming who walked in, followed by a strange man.

The man was in his early thirties, wearing a designer suit and an expensive watch on his wrist. As soon as he entered the clinic, he looked around with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes full of disdain.

"Lin Fan, let me introduce you. This is my friend Zhao Zhiqiang in the provincial capital. His family runs a hospital in the provincial capital." Zhang Ming introduced somewhat stiffly.

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't reach out, but sneered: "This is just a shabby place? Zhang Ming, are you sure this kid can solve the problem?"

Lin Fan looked up at Zhao Zhiqiang, then continued what he was doing and said calmly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"You have character!" Zhao Zhiqiang walked up to Lin Fan and looked down at him. "I heard you're a good doctor? But I think you're just so-so. You're good enough to fool the people in this small town."

Zhang Ming quickly tried to smooth things over: "Zhiqiang, don't be like this..."

"Let him finish." Lin Fan put down the herbs in his hand and looked at Zhao Zhiqiang calmly.

Zhao Zhiqiang was surprised to see Lin Fan so calm. He had expected this country doctor to be enraged by him, but he hadn't expected him to be so composed.

"You're not angry?" Zhao Zhiqiang asked tentatively.

"Why would you be angry?" Lin Fan asked back, "Would a person get angry if a dog barked twice?"

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing, and Zhao Zhiqiang's face instantly turned ugly.

"you……"

"Let's get down to business," Lin Fan interrupted him. "You came all this way here, didn't you, just to feel superior?"

Zhao Zhiqiang took a deep breath, knowing that continuing like this would only make things more awkward. He re-examined the young man in front of him and found that his eyes were clear and deep, not at all like those of an ordinary country doctor.

"Okay, I'll be frank." Zhao Zhiqiang's tone softened a bit. "My family opened a private hospital in the provincial capital, and we've had some problems recently."

Lin Fan gestured for him to continue.

"Some time ago, the hospital received a group of patients with common illnesses, which should have been easy to treat. However, during their hospitalization, their conditions became very strange."

Zhao Zhiqiang's expression grew serious. "Not only have their conditions not improved, but their behavior has also become strange. Some have been talking to themselves in the ward in the middle of the night, some have claimed to see things that aren't there, and some have suddenly become violent and attacked medical staff."

"Rumors are spreading everywhere now. They say our hospital is haunted by wronged spirits. Everyone who goes there has become neurotic," Zhao Zhiqiang said with a wry smile. "The hospital's reputation has been completely ruined. If this continues, we'll have to close down."

Lin Fan nodded thoughtfully: "So you found me?"

"Zhang Ming said you have excellent medical skills, especially unique insights into difficult and complicated diseases." Zhao Zhiqiang's attitude had completely changed. "If you can solve this problem, I am willing to pay a generous reward."

"How many?"

"Half a million."

Lin Fan shook his head: "Money is not the problem, the key is that this thing is interesting."

Zhang Ming asked excitedly, "So you agree?"

"Let's go take a look first." Lin Fan packed up the medicine box. "When do we leave?"

"Let's go now, my car is outside." Zhao Zhiqiang said impatiently.

After the three of them finished packing, they got into Zhao Zhiqiang's Mercedes-Benz and drove out of the county town towards the provincial capital.

On the way, Zhao Zhiqiang gave a detailed introduction to the hospital. Zhiqiang Hospital, founded by his father ten years ago, was a well-known institution in the provincial capital, primarily treating wealthy individuals. Recently, seven or eight patients had developed similar symptoms, sending the entire hospital into a state of panic.

"We've consulted with many experts, but none of them could find the cause," Zhao Zhiqiang said as he drove. "Some said it was a psychological problem, some said it was environmental, and some even said it was an infectious disease."

Lin Fan closed his eyes and rested, not saying much. Zhang Ming was very excited in the back seat. This was his first time to the provincial capital, and he kept looking out the window at the scenery along the way.

Three hours later, the car entered the provincial capital. Zhang Ming was dazzled by the bustling streets and towering buildings, but Lin Fan remained calm.

Zhiqiang Hospital is a modern, twelve-story building located in the city's medical district. But at this moment, the hospital entrance is deserted, with only a few people coming in and out.

"It used to be very crowded here, but now..." Zhao Zhiqiang shook his head with a wry smile.

The three of them walked into the hospital lobby. The luxuriously decorated marble floor reflected the light of the crystal chandelier, but the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

"Xiao Qiang is back?" A middle-aged man in his fifties came forward. This was Zhao Zhiqiang's father, Zhao Jianguo, the director of the hospital.

"Dad, this is the doctor Lin Fan I was talking about." Zhao Zhiqiang introduced.

Zhao Jianguo looked at Lin Fan, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes: "So young?"

"Age does not represent ability." Lin Fan said lightly.

Although Zhao Jianguo was a little skeptical, he could only try his luck: "Then let's go see the patient first."

Zhao Jianguo led everyone to the eighth floor of the inpatient department. This was originally the VIP ward area, but now it was like a haunted building, and the corridor was eerily quiet.

"All patients are concentrated on this floor for easy observation and treatment," Zhao Jianguo explained.

As soon as I walked to the door of the ward, I heard strange noises from inside. Someone was talking to himself, someone was crying softly, and someone else was laughing strangely.

"That's it. It's been going on for two weeks." Zhao Jianguo pushed open the door of the first ward.

In the ward lay a man in his forties, originally hospitalized for gallstones. He was muttering to himself facing the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, completely ignoring the person who came in.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang?" the nurse called softly, but the patient did not respond.

Lin Fan approached the bed and carefully observed the patient's demeanor. The man's face was pale, his pupils slightly dilated, and his fingers made strange movements from time to time, as if he was grasping at something.

"Apart from abnormal behavior, are there any other symptoms?" Lin Fan asked.

"Yes, he has a low body temperature, irregular heartbeat, and loss of appetite." The attending doctor flipped through the medical records. "We did all kinds of tests, including blood, urine, and brain CT scans, but nothing abnormal was found."

Lin Fan nodded and went to see several other patients. Their symptoms were similar: some were dancing around in their beds, some were huddled in a corner, trembling, and some were staring blankly in a certain direction.

"Are these patients admitted to the hospital at about the same time?" Lin Fan asked.

"Yes, they were all admitted to the hospital within two weeks." Zhao Jianguo replied.

Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor. A group of people came in a mighty procession, led by a middle-aged man wearing glasses, followed by seven or eight doctors in white coats.