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

As soon as Liu Ying finished speaking, Liu Hong's face suddenly turned pale and his body began to twitch violently.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying exclaimed and rushed to the bed.

Liu Hong's eyes rolled up, and white foam began to spit out of his mouth. He fell into an epileptic state. Wang Dingguo was shocked when he saw this and hurried forward to check. He put his finger on Liu Hong's pulse and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Oh no! The old man's condition has suddenly worsened!" Wang Dingguo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "My acupuncture method just now was not only ineffective, but it also irritated his lesion!"

Liu Ming no longer cared about his face and asked hurriedly, "Doctor Wang, what should I do? My grandfather..."

"I... I've never seen this happen before." Wang Dingguo's voice trembled. "Logically, there should be no problem with my acupuncture technique, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Hong's convulsions intensified, and his breathing became extremely shallow. Liu Ying wept bitterly, while Liu Ming was completely bewildered. The entire Liu family was in chaos.

"It's over, it's over, the old man is going to die!" The servants of the Liu family were also panicked.

At this moment, someone suddenly remembered Zhang Jun.

"By the way, where is that young man?" Liu Ming looked around. "Didn't he say that there was something wrong with Doctor Wang's acupuncture technique? Now it turns out..."

Everyone then remembered that Zhang Jun had just reminded Wang Dingguo, but was treated coldly by everyone. At this moment, everyone's eyes were cast on Zhang Jun who had been standing in the corner.

Zhang Jun looked at Liu Hong lying on the bed expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Brother Zhang, please save my grandfather!" Liu Ying knelt down crying. "It was us who were blind to the truth just now. Please forgive us!"

Liu Ming didn't care about his dignity anymore and knelt down with a plop: "Mr. Zhang, as long as you can save my grandfather, the Liu family is willing to pay any price!"

Even Wang Dingguo blushed and lowered his head: "Brother Zhang, I was too arrogant just now. Now the old man is in critical condition. Please help him!"

Zhang Jun glanced coldly at the people kneeling on the ground and said slowly, "That's not what you said just now."

"Mr. Zhang, it's all our fault!" Liu Ying cried breathlessly. "Please, for the sake of my grandfather's innocence, save him!"

"Yes, Brother Zhang, the old man is a good man, you can't just stand by and watch him die!" Liu Ming also burst into tears.

Zhang Jun looked at Liu Hong, who had fallen into a deep coma on the bed, and was silent for a long time. The old man was indeed a good person, and he hadn't made things difficult for him just now. It was mainly because Liu Ming and Wang Dingguo were too arrogant.

"Forget it." Zhang Jun sighed and walked to the bed. "Get out of the way."

Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned and quickly gave up their seats.

Zhang Jun first carefully observed Liu Hong's symptoms, then took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a black pill.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Wang Dingguo couldn't help but ask.

"It's for saving lives." Zhang Jun said concisely, put the pill into Liu Hong's mouth, and then gently stroked the old man's throat to help him swallow the pill smoothly.

Then, Zhang Jun took out his needle bag and deftly took out seven needles. His technique was extremely precise, and without a single pause, he inserted the seven needles into Liu Hong's Baihui, Shenting, Yintang, Renzhong, Tanzhong, Shenque, and Yongquan acupoints.

Wang Dingguo watched on in amazement. He had never seen this kind of needlework before, but the mysterious rhythm astounded him.

"This... this is the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Needle!" Wang Dingguo suddenly exclaimed, his voice changing in pitch. "This acupuncture technique has long been lost!"

The Seven Star Life-Sustaining Needle, a legendary magical skill said to be able to reverse life and death, had been lost a hundred years ago. Wang Dingguo had only seen records of it in ancient books, but he never expected to witness it with his own eyes today!

As the needle pierced, Liu Hong's convulsions gradually stopped, and his face slowly regained some color. Everyone held their breath, fearing that they would disturb Zhang Jun's acupuncture.

About half an hour later, Zhang Jun slowly withdrew the needle. Liu Hong's breathing had stabilized, and although he was still unconscious, he was clearly out of danger.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ying rushed to the bedside and found that Grandpa's pulse had returned to normal. She burst into tears of joy.

"Amazing, truly amazing!" Liu Ming was so excited that he danced with joy. "Mr. Zhang, you really are the reincarnation of Hua Tuo!"

Zhang Jun put away the silver needle and said calmly, "It's stable for now, but it still needs some time to recuperate."

"Mr. Zhang, the Liu family will never forget your kindness!" Liu Ming was about to kneel down again, but was stopped by Zhang Jun.

Just then, an even more shocking scene happened.

Wang Dingguo suddenly knelt down in front of Zhang Jun and kowtowed three times without hesitation: "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

Everyone was stunned. Wang Dingguo was a renowned doctor in the capital, always so high-minded that even high-ranking officials had to show some respect to him. Now he wanted to take a young man as his teacher?

"Get up." Zhang Jun frowned, "I don't accept disciples."

"Master, your medical skills are incredible. I am willing to follow you for life!" Wang Dingguo showed no intention of getting up. "Please accept me as your disciple!"

A white-haired old man kneeling on the ground, begging a young man in his early twenties to accept him as his apprentice, this scene is too absurd.

"Doctor Wang, what are you doing..." Liu Ming was stunned.

"You don't understand." Wang Dingguo said without even looking up. "The Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Needle has been lost for hundreds of years. Anyone who can master this acupuncture technique must have reached the pinnacle of medical skill. I've studied medicine for thirty years, and I'm not even as good as one of their fingers!"

Zhou Xuewei couldn't stand watching this anymore and stepped forward to persuade him, "Zhang Jun, Doctor Wang is so old, you should just accept him."

Zhang Jun gave her a cold look and said, "You have no right to interfere."

Zhou Xuewei blushed and had to step aside. She had wanted to speak up for Wang Dingguo, but she ended up getting stabbed instead.

Seeing this, Wang Dingguo became even more determined to become her disciple. Someone who could make Miss Zhou lose face was definitely not an ordinary person!

"Master, I am sincere and honest, without a trace of falsehood!" Wang Dingguo continued to kowtow, "Even if I can be your nominal disciple, that's fine!"

Zhang Jun looked at this stubborn old man, feeling somewhat helpless. Although Wang Dingguo had some issues with his character, his medical skills were indeed good, and his current attitude was quite sincere.

"Never mind." Zhang Jun thought for a moment. "I can accept you as a registered disciple, but that depends on your future performance. If you misbehave, I can expel you at any time."

"Disciple understands! Disciple will definitely turn over a new leaf and become a new man!" Wang Dingguo's voice trembled with excitement.

Everyone in the Liu family felt like they were dreaming as they watched this scene. The young man they looked down upon just an hour ago not only saved the old man's life, but also accepted a famous doctor from the capital as his apprentice.

Life's changes are sometimes so dramatic.