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

"My family runs a private hospital in the provincial capital, and we've been having some trouble lately." Seeing Lin Fan's composure, Zhao Mingxuan changed his strategy. "Zhang Hao said you have the skills, so I came to give it a try."

"Try?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "I'm not your test subject."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm sincerely asking for help." Zhao Mingxuan quickly waved his hands, his expression becoming serious. "Our hospital recently admitted a group of patients. They all had common illnesses, but they developed strange symptoms during their hospitalization."

Lin Fan poured a cup of tea and sipped it slowly: "What are the symptoms?"

"Not only have their conditions not improved, but they've become increasingly severe. Even stranger, their behavior has become very strange." Zhao Mingxuan lowered his voice. "Some claim to have seen deceased relatives, some claim to have seen ghosts in their wards, and some have stayed awake all night, claiming to hear someone talking in their ears."

Zhang Hao was horrified: "Is this so weird?"

"There's a rumor going around that our hospital is haunted by a ghost. Fewer and fewer people are coming to see the doctor. If this continues, the hospital will go bankrupt," Zhao Mingxuan said with a worried look on his face. "My father has consulted with several experts, but they can't find the cause. They even hired a feng shui master, who said there's something wrong with the hospital's feng shui."

Lin Fan put down his teacup: "So you found me."

"If you can solve this problem, we're willing to give you a reward of one million." Zhao Mingxuan gritted his teeth. "In addition, the hospital can also give you a consultant position."

"Let's go." Lin Fan stood up, "Let's go see what's going on."

Zhao Mingxuan was stunned for a moment: "You agreed?"

"How can we know if it can be solved if we don't go and take a look?" Lin Fan had already started packing up the medicine box. "But let me be frank, if it's not a medical problem, there's nothing I can do."

The three of them rushed to the provincial capital that same day. Zhao Mingxuan's hospital was quite large, but it seemed a bit deserted at the moment, with only a few patients appearing in a hurry.

"Dr. Lin is here!" Zhao Mingxuan's father, Dean Zhao, came out to greet him. "Thank you so much."

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting in the conference room, including experts in white coats and a few people who looked like quacks.

"Everyone, this is Doctor Lin Fanlin," Dean Zhao introduced.

A middle-aged doctor wearing glasses looked at Lin Fan. "So young? Do you really have experience?"

"Age doesn't represent ability." Lin Fan said calmly, "Let me see the patient first."

"I think this is a complicated matter." An old man with a goatee shook his head. "There's something wrong with the feng shui of this hospital. It's too full of evil spirits."

Another middle-aged man in a Tang suit also nodded in agreement: "Yes, I counted with my fingers, and there is indeed an evil spirit causing trouble here."

Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Since you've figured it out, why don't you just solve it?"

"This... the evil spirit is too powerful. It will take three days and three nights of ritual to get rid of it." The old man with the goat beard said awkwardly.

Lin Fan ignored these people and followed Dean Zhao directly to the ward area. As soon as he entered the corridor, he heard bursts of strange screams coming from inside.

In the ward, a male patient in his forties was curled up in the corner of the bed, his eyes wide open, waving at the air: "Don't come over! Don't come over! I didn't hurt you!"

"Old Zhang, he's having another attack." The head nurse sighed. "He's been like this since yesterday. He won't listen to anything I say."

Lin Fan stepped forward and carefully observed the patient's expression and movements. His pupils were slightly dilated, his face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid.

"What disease did he originally have?" Lin Fan asked.

"Gastritis. It was almost healed." Director Zhao flipped through the medical records. "It suddenly became like this last night."

Lin Fan reached out and took the patient's pulse, carefully feeling the changes in the pulse. The pulse beat was somewhat disordered, and with a strange agitation.

"Is this also the case with other patients?"

"Almost. Some may even have hallucinations and speak incoherently," the head nurse added.

Lin Fan went to several more wards and found that the symptoms of every patient who was "possessed" were similar, with obvious hallucinations and delusions.

Back in the conference room, the experts and masters were still arguing.

"I think it's collective hysteria," said a psychologist.

"No, it's clearly a feng shui issue." The old man with a goat beard insisted on his point of view.

"Everyone," Lin Fan said, "I've examined the patient. This isn't some evil spirit causing trouble, nor is it a psychological problem."

Everyone looked at him, waiting for what to say next.

"This is poisoning." Lin Fan's words caused an uproar in the audience.

"Poisoning? Impossible." Director Zhao said in surprise, "Our hospital's food and medicine are strictly controlled."

"It's a special toxin extracted from a certain type of poisonous mushroom," Lin Fan explained. "This toxin can cause hallucinations and delusions. If left untreated, it can cause permanent nerve damage."

"Nonsense!" An expert stood up. "I've been practicing medicine for 30 years and have never heard of this kind of toxin."

Lin Fan did not argue, but walked up to a patient with milder symptoms, took out a silver needle and started acupuncture.

After a few minutes, the patient's breathing gradually calmed down and his eyes became clearer.

"What's wrong with me?" The patient looked around blankly.

"He was talking nonsense just now, but now he's awake!" the head nurse exclaimed.

The other experts were dumbfounded, and the masters were even blushing.

"This only temporarily controls the symptoms." Lin Fan put away the silver needle. "To completely detoxify, a special antidote is needed."

Dean Zhao excitedly shook Lin Fan's hand: "Doctor Lin, you are truly a miracle doctor!"

"Don't be too happy too soon." Lin Fan said seriously, "This kind of poisoning is a means of revenge used by some ethnic minorities. Did your family offend someone?"

Zhao Mingxuan and his father looked at each other, both feeling a little guilty.

"We must first find the person who poisoned us and solve the root cause," Lin Fan continued. "Otherwise, even if we're cured this time, the same thing will happen again. Furthermore, the herbs needed to prepare the antidote are quite special, and sourcing them will take time."

Dean Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Doctor Lin, if you can completely solve this problem, I am willing to give you 10% of the hospital's shares!" Chapter 13: Turbulence in the Provincial Capital

That morning, Lin Hao had just returned from the medicine garden when he saw Wang Bin driving his Maserati to the door.

"Brother Hao, a friend wants to see you." Wang Bin got out of the car, followed by a man in his thirties wearing a custom-made suit and a Patek Philippe on his wrist.

The man looked at Lin Hao with obvious contempt in his eyes: "Is it him? He doesn't look that great."

Lin Hao glanced at it and continued to organize the herbs in his hand without paying any attention.

"Mr. Zhao, this is the Lin Hao I told you about." Wang Bin introduced somewhat awkwardly.

Mr. Zhao sneered, "Mr. Wang, are you sure this guy can solve our family's problems? I think he doesn't even dare to speak. He must be a liar."