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

"Dr. Lin, I've long heard of you. I'm Smith from the International Medical Research Association. I've come all the way from overseas to invite you to our academic seminar."

Smith speaks Chinese fluently, but his voice always has a businessman's flavor.

"I'm not interested in these academic exchanges." Lin Mo said lightly.

"Don't be so quick to refuse." Smith smiled and took out an old wooden box from his briefcase. "We are sincere. This is the original copy of Hua Tuo's Classic of Scripture, which is treasured in our National Museum. You can take a look first."

The wooden box was opened, revealing a yellowed ancient book. On the cover, the three ancient seal characters "Hua Tuo Jing" were clearly visible. Lin Mo felt the ancient atmosphere as soon as he opened the first page.

These medical theories are indeed the work of Hua Tuo!

"How about it?" Smith observed. "As long as you attend our seminar and share your medical experience, this Hua Tuo Classic will be yours."

Lin Mo suppressed his excitement: "When? Where?"

"Next Wednesday, on a private island in the South China Sea. The environment is beautiful and perfect for academic exchange. Dozens of leaders in the field of traditional Chinese medicine will be participating."

Although he was tempted, Lin Mo felt something was amiss. A medical book, a national treasure, being used as bait so easily?

"I need to think about it."

"Of course, of course." Smith put away the wooden box. "We will leave the day after tomorrow. I hope you can give us a satisfactory answer."

After Smith left, Lin Mo sat in a chair and pondered. The temptation of Hua Tuo Jing was indeed huge, but he had never heard of this so-called International Medical Research Association.

The next day, Lin Mo decided to go. No matter if it was a trap or something else, he couldn't miss the Hua Tuo Sutra.

The island in the South China Sea was indeed picturesque, but Lin Mo sensed something was amiss as soon as he stepped onto it. It was heavily guarded, with security guards everywhere, and all cell phone signals were blocked.

"Welcome, elites of Traditional Chinese Medicine!" Smith stood in the villa's lobby, facing dozens of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners. "Today we are going to have a special competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people in white coats came in, pushing beds. The patients lying on the beds all had strange expressions on their faces. Some were black all over, some were foaming at the mouth, and some were even stiff as puppets.

"These are patients with difficult and complicated illnesses," Smith continued. "Whoever can cure the most patients will receive the Hua Tuo Classic. The competition lasts three days and begins now!"

The hall erupted in activity. Dozens of Chinese medicine practitioners surrounded the patient and began examining him, each vying for the Hua Tuo Classic.

Only an old Chinese doctor named Wang came to Lin Mo and said in a low voice: "Doctor Lin, these patients' symptoms are too strange. They don't seem to be natural illnesses."

Lin Mo nodded. He also discovered that although the pulses of these patients were weak, their vital signs were stable, making them look more like artificially created illnesses.

"Mr. Wang, do you also think this is a trap?"

"Nine out of ten," Old Wang shook his head. "But the others are so bewildered by Hua Tuo's classics that they won't listen to my advice."

Sure enough, other Chinese medicine practitioners have already started prescribing medicine, and some have even fought to grab the high-quality medicinal materials.

"We have to find a way to leave here." Lin Mo observed the surrounding environment.

That night, Lin Mo took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the villa's basement. Sure enough, there were secrets hidden there—dozens of advanced medical equipment and a large number of chemical agents.

The symptoms of those so-called patients are simply artificially created by chemical drugs!

"Did you find it?" Smith's voice sounded behind him, "Doctor Lin is really smart."

Lin Mo turned around and found several strong men following Smith.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"It's simple. We want a Chinese medicine treatment plan." Smith sneered. "We've carefully designed the symptoms of these patients. As long as you prescribe a prescription, we can infer the treatment principles of Chinese medicine and then apply for a patent."

"How can you steal Chinese medicine?"

"Don't be so excited." Smith waved his hand, "Cooperate obediently, and the Hua Tuo Classic will still be yours. If you don't cooperate..."

Several strong men approached. Lin Mo said nothing and knocked down the security guard in front with a sweeping kick, then rushed out in the chaos.

The island was indeed heavily guarded, but Lin Mo had grown up in the mountains, so this little terrain was nothing to him. He found a speedboat and escaped the island under cover of darkness.

After returning to the city, Lin Mo thought the matter was over. However, a few days later, rumors spread among the Chinese medicine community: Lin Mo had a secret manual of the Wang family!

"What Wang family secret book?" Lin Mo felt puzzled.

He soon understood. To cover up their own failure, the Chinese medicine practitioners who remained on the island had fabricated a rumor that Lin Mo had secretly hidden a medical book. They even made it sound like the book was the long-lost manuscript of Hua Tuo.

"It's said that Hua Tuo's medical book was passed down through a jailer under Cao Cao," someone in the teahouse recounted the story vividly. "The one in Lin Mo's hand is the original copy!"

The rumor became more and more outrageous, and some people even came to the door under the banner of the relevant departments.

"Doctor Lin, we are from the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau. We heard that you have an ancient medical book that needs to be handed over to the country."

Lin Mo looked at the men in uniform in front of him and couldn't help but smile: "Let me see your ID."

“This…this…” the leader stammered.

"Get lost!" Lin Mo kicked them out. "You can't even make a decent fake ID, and you still want to cheat me?" Chapter 8: Mystery in the Provincial Hospital

Lin Fan had just returned from the pharmacy when he saw Zhang Hao walking towards him hurriedly, followed by a strange man.

"Brother Fan, let me introduce you. This is my friend Zhao Mingxuan in the provincial capital." Zhang Hao rubbed his hands nervously.

Zhao Mingxuan looked at Lin Fan with a hint of contempt in his eyes. "Is that him? He doesn't look anything special."

Lin Fan smiled faintly and continued to sort the herbs in his hand, as if he didn't hear what the other party said.

"I heard from Zhang Hao that you have good medical skills, but I think young people nowadays always like to exaggerate." Zhao Mingxuan deliberately raised his voice. "Real medical skills are not something that anyone can master."

Zhang Hao's face turned ugly: "Brother Zhao, what you said..."

"It's okay." Lin Fan put down the herbs and turned to look at Zhao Mingxuan. "Did you come here just to say this?"

Zhao Mingxuan was a little surprised by Lin Fan's calm expression. He originally thought that this kind of provocation would make the other party angry, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't care at all.